Stud Muffin (Donner Bakery #2) - Jiffy Kate Page 0,79

do this to me, every fucking day… every time I think of you. Do you know how bad I want you? It’s all I can do right now not to come on contact.” I lean closer and take her mouth with mine as I stroke my cock against her wet center, sliding between the lips of her pussy.

She moans into my mouth and I can’t take it any longer.

I have to be inside her.

Holding my weight on one arm, I slip my other one between us and replace my cock with my middle finger, running it up and down her slit and then stroking my cock. When I position it at her opening, I pull back enough to lock eyes with her. I want to see her and I want her to see me.

This is us, Tempest, and we’re great together.

When I feel her tense a little as I start to push inside, I brush her cheek with my lips, whispering in her ear. “Breathe… relax… eyes on me.” Just like earlier, when we were sparring, after a few seconds, she does as I instruct. Her thighs fall open, giving me freedom to move.

Slowly, I start to thrust… once, twice…

Holy fuck.

For the first time in my life, I’m thankful for the thin latex barrier, because without it, I would be coming like a freight train.

Tempest is perfect.

Her body fits mine like a fucking glove and I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. When she cries out and grabs my shoulders, it brings me back to the moment and out of my head.

“You okay?” I ask, my body already glistening with sweat as my muscles contract. Fighting off an orgasm takes work, but I’m determined to make this last.

She releases my shoulders and wraps her arms around my neck, taking a deep breath before responding. “Never better,” she says, her voice a bit shaky.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I tell her, my own words becoming breathless and choppy as I continue to move inside her. “You know that?” Nuzzling my nose into the crook of her neck, I lick and kiss, feeling completely overwhelmed by her—tasting her, feeling her, hearing her, being inside her. It’s too much and not enough all at the same time. “So fucking good.”

“You,” she starts, but stops, sucking in a breath as I shift my hips and change positions, rubbing against her clit. “Oh… God… you feel… amazing… so good… best… ever.” Her words are choppy and strung together with moans and cries but they take my ego to all new heights.

I can’t help the smirk against her cheek and I know she must feel it because she laughs breathlessly. “I would make a joke about your head getting big, but… ahhhh,” she cries, panting as she grips my shoulders and I thrust harder, faster. “It’s big enough… so big.”

Oh, fuck, yes.

“Tell me more,” I say, pushing myself above her, letting my hips and thighs do all the work.

Her arms stretch out, grabbing fistfuls of the blanket beneath her.

The look on her face is pure bliss and I’m feeling like the smuggest bastard on earth, knowing I did that… I’m doing that. I’m making her feel good. It’s the headiest feeling. I could get addicted to it, to her… she’s like the best drug.

Sitting back on my heels, I pull her body up, gripping her waist and pounding into her. We’ve had gentle and slow, but I’m ready to feel her walls spasm around my dick. I need her to come again, just in case I don’t last much longer.

“Oh, God… Cage,” she screams and I fucking love it. I love that she’s screaming my name and not afraid to express herself. It’s sexy as hell. “I’m gonna come.” She swallows back a cry and her eyes squeeze shut as another orgasm hits her, making her entire body tremble.

Slowing my pace, I allow her to ride it out, milking my dick in the process.

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“Cage?” she asks, her voice tentative and breathy. When I feel her hand touch my chest, her fingers trailing down my six-pack to the base of my cock, I stop breathing.

“Fuck.”

She huffs out a laugh and I feel the vibration in my dick. “You did that already,” she says coyly.

“Oh, beautiful… I’m not done with you yet,” I tell her, slipping my cock out of her and flipping her onto her stomach. “On your knees.”

The wide-eyed look she gives me over her shoulder makes me think this