Stud Muffin (Donner Bakery #2) - Jiffy Kate Page 0,77
dries up on my tongue like a raisin in the sun. My mouth suddenly feels parched—all the fluid in my body rushing straight between my legs.
Squeezing my thighs together, I try not to gape at him and his… cock.
Have I ever thought that word before?
It’s now my second favorite C word. The first being its owner.
“Get out of that pretty little head of yours,” Cage says, his voice low as he swipes his thumb across his bottom lip, looking like an erotic advertisement for everything manly and good in the world.
“I… uh,” I stutter, opening and closing my mouth as I try to get my wits about me.
Between the way my body is responding to him without a single touch and how vulnerable and exposed, yet wanted, I feel, I might combust.
Cage wraps his hands around my ankles, gently at first, stroking my legs up to my knees as he takes me in… and I let him. There’s nowhere to hide, and somehow, I’m okay with that.
Better than okay.
I love it.
When his hands slide back down to my ankles, he grips and pulls, bringing me to the edge of the bed and mere inches away from his cock being exactly where I want it. I’m about to ask him to just put it in when he drops to his knees at the foot of the bed.
“Wha? What are you doing?” I ask, swallowing hard as I brace myself for the unknown.
Cage is so tall that even kneeling he still towers over me. “I told you, beautiful… I’m going to devour you.” His words are deeper than usual, almost a growl, and I’m still trying to comprehend them and the fact he just referred to me as beautiful, when his mouth descends on me.
“Oh...oh, my God… Cage.” I don’t know whether to breathe or scream or lose my ever-loving mind, because his mouth is… “Oh… my… God.” My hands instinctively go to him, reaching and grabbing for anything to hold onto, to draw him closer as his tongue flicks and licks at my clit making my hips rise off the bed.
Asher never did this, and he was the only man I’ve ever been with. I thought it was fictional, something women made up or only happened in pornos.
Cage’s hands circle my waist and he pulls me even further down the bed. His nose nudges at my opening… and then his tongue strokes up and down.
Oh, my God.
My legs begin to shake and Cage’s large hands move to my thighs, holding me open, giving him even more access to my most intimate parts. When he releases one of my thighs and slips not one, but two fingers inside, curling them up and pumping them inside as his tongue circles my clit, the tiny ledge I’ve been clinging to slips out of my grasp and I fall. When I scream his name as my orgasm surges, I honestly can’t believe this is happening to me.
It’s sublime—otherworldly—and I had no idea it could be like this.
My head feels like it’s floating in a cloud.
“Are you alright?” Cage asks, his face coming into view as I lazily open my eyes. I’m Jell-O. My bones have turned to mush and I’ll have to spend the rest of my days just oozing through life.
I swallow, mentally taking inventory, and a small smile creeps up on my face. “I’m… fantastic. That was… I don’t know. I thought stuff like that only happened in pornos,” I blurt out, still reeling from the best orgasm of my life.
“Wait,” Cage says, bracing his arms on either side of my head as he hovers above me. “No one has ever gone down on you?”
I shake my head once. “Nope. That was, uh… that was my first and it was fucking amazing.”
His expression shifts from something that resembles anger to an unmistakable cocky smirk.
“I don’t know whether I want to beat the shit out of your past partners—”
“Partner,” I correct. “I’ve only had… one.” I won’t say his name because I don’t want to taint this moment with the mention of him.
“Then I’m glad I’m the only one who’s ever given you pleasure like that, even though you should’ve been given it time and time again… over,” he says, leaning down and kissing my jaw. “And over.” He drops an open-mouthed kiss to my neck. “And over.” This time, his lips find my breast and he sucks a nipple into his mouth and lights my body on fire.