Stud Muffin (Donner Bakery #2) - Jiffy Kate Page 0,80

might be something else she’s never experienced. What the fuck was that douchebag doing? He should have his dick surgically removed and given to someone who wants to use it properly.

“On your knees,” I repeat, giving her amazing ass a light slap.

She huffs out a laugh but follows my command, pushing herself up on her hands and knees. “Like this?”

“Just like that.”

I could come in any position. Shit, I’ve been holding off since she practically climbed me like a tree downstairs, but I want to be deep inside her when I do. And I’m pretty confident I can give her one more orgasm from this position. “Brace yourself,” I warn, lining my cock up with her opening and sliding in, nice and slow.

Tempest moans, throwing her head back, her red hair in disarray against her creamy, white skin.

Looking down to where we’re joined, I can’t take my eyes off my dick moving in and out of her. “You like that?” I ask, loving the sounds she’s making and wanting more of them… more of her.

With one hand gripping her hip firmly, I glide my other up her soft back and twist it into her silky hair. “Tell me, Tempest… I want to hear you.”

“Ahh,” she cries out as I gently pull on her hair, bringing my mouth down to her ear. “So…” I thrust harder. “Fucking…” My balls begin to tighten and the intense tingle starts at the base of my back, radiating up my spine. “Good.” She exhales loudly—part moan, part cry. “I’m going to come… I’m…”

“Touch yourself, Tempest,” I instruct, closing my eyes and letting the sensation wash over me. “Touch yourself… come with me.”

A few seconds later, my climax shoots through me—earth-shattering and mind-blowing—leaving me gasping for breath with a death grip on Tempest’s ass as I hold her to me. Her body, in return, is trembling again beneath my touch and I lean forward, peppering her back with light kisses, tasting the saltiness of her sweat.

I feel her arms and legs begin to give out, so I roll over onto my back and take her with me.

“That was…” she starts, but can’t finish.

Brushing her sweaty hair off her face, I kiss her cheek and then her neck. “I’ll be right back,” I tell her, slipping out of the bed and walking over to the bathroom to toss the condom and grab a warm washcloth for her, but when I get back to the bed, she’s out.

Not like gone, but passed out… asleep.

I would think she’s faking it, maybe to avoid an awkward conversation, but her heavy breathing tells me she’s really and truly asleep.

The cocky smirk on my face is inevitable. “Well, Miss Cassidy,” I whisper, crawling back onto the bed and curling up beside her. “I must confess… this is a first for me.”

As I glance over at the clock on my nightstand, I see I have a couple hours before I need to get around for work, so I decide a midday nap after the best fuck of my life doesn’t sound so shabby. Grabbing my phone, I set an alarm and wrap my arm around Tempest’s waist, pulling her as close as possible and drifting off into the best sleep I’ve had in a long time.

When I hear the obnoxious beeping from my phone, I instinctively reach over to press snooze, but then I remember… Tempest, amazing sex… but my arms that were full of the most beautiful woman on the planet are now empty, as is the opposite side of the bed.

Sitting up, I look around the open space and start to panic when Tempest walks out of the bathroom, fully dressed.

I know before she even says anything that she’s either regretting what happened or she’s feeling embarrassed about it and I hate both options.

“Hey,” I say, climbing out of the bed and walking toward her.

The intense blush on her cheeks travels all the way down her neck and now I know, it doesn’t end there, and it’s all I can do to keep my hands to myself and not get her naked again so I can see just how far it goes.

“Hey,” she replies, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s, uh… almost five and I thought… well, I was just going to go.” Her brows pull together and she licks her bottom lip nervously.

“No,” I tell her and I mean it for more than just her suggestion to leave, especially without telling me or waking me. I mean