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Relief pulled apart the beginnings of the panic that had started to overwhelm me, and he brushed his lips to mine. He softened the kiss, and shyness had my cheeks heating as I sat back.
“Try my cupcake?”
He snickered and pecked a kiss on the tip of my nose. “Does that have a double meaning?”
“Maybe if I’d said try my pretzel stick.” I rolled my eyes. “Pretty sure you’ve had the cupcake a lot. Maybe you’re even getting bored with it?”
“Never.” Colt hummed, a deep sound that had me shivering. He worked his hand up my thigh, and as he did, he slid the skirt up, exposing my hard-on trapped in a pair of mauve panties that we’d picked out together from a website.
I wriggled my ass on the hardness that firmed up underneath me and bit my lip as Colt teased his fingers across my wood, caressing it.
“Feed your husband,” he murmured.
I whimpered and excitement tore through me as I grabbed the box of cupcakes and popped the lid. I took out one of my cupcakes, and even though it wasn’t that pretty, I was still proud of it. I broke off a piece with the icing and popped it between his open lips. He made a wonderful, deep pleased sound and massaged my cock, dragging the silk of my panties across my shaft. It was heaven.
I held eye contact with Colt and took a bite of the cupcake, coating my lips with icing, and then I licked across the top of the cupcake while he stared at me. I kissed him, and he sucked the sweet confection off my tongue. The sensation streaked to my cockhead, and I couldn’t stop my hips from rolling in a sensual wave as he tucked my panties down below my balls, letting my dick spring out. He lightly teased my length as I stared into his dark eyes.
“You made—” He darted a look at the cupcakes. “—Halloween pumpkins?”
I groaned. “They’re supposed to be orange roses. A sweet bouquet for my lover.” It should’ve been silly, but the moment was heavy as he stared into my eyes and teased me. I sucked in a breath when he grasped my waist and lifted me onto the desk in front of him. He didn’t break eye contact as he carefully spread my legs, running his hands along my naked inner thighs. I frowned as he picked up a cupcake out of the box and unwrapped it, then proceeded to shove the entire thing into his mouth.
I chuckled while he chewed and winked. When he was finished and had swallowed, he grinned. “I’ve got a big mouth to go along with all my other oversized equipment.”
Frowning, I wasn’t quite sure what he was getting at for a second, and then my stomach tightened. “Oh.” I teased my fingers along my neckline. “You know, I’m not quite sure what you mean.” Of course, I had a very good idea, but Colt always loved it when I played up the virgin act.
For a second, he was quiet as he flipped up my skirt and studied my leaking dick, but then he teased a finger around the head. “You’re so pretty,” he whispered, then grinned. “Baby girl, do you want me to suck you off before I fill you with so much cum you’re begging me to stop?”
Leaning forward, I cupped his cheeks and dug my fingers into his beard. “It would have to be a lot of cum for me to do that. I love it when you breed me, Daddy.”
Colt moaned and shoved up my sweater, taking me by surprise. He attacked my right nipple, sucking until my cockhead throbbed along with the draw of his mouth. He kissed down my flat abs, then hesitated.
“You don’t have to do it,” I said, combing my fingers through his hair, which was softer than it looked. “Everything we already do is good. You’re the best husband.”
He grunted and glared up at me. “I want my wife screaming my name in every way possible.” He nipped at my thigh, then closed the fiery heat of his mouth around my cockhead. It was wet and warm and fucking perfect, and I almost fell apart right then and there. He sucked, and I jolted against the desk, torn between wanting to shove into his mouth and knowing I shouldn’t. He slid down and made an unfortunate gagging noise, and I cradled his cheeks, moving him back up out of the danger zone.
“I’m your wife. I need you to be gentle,” I said, giving him as much of a smile as I was able to scrape together while I was feeling so good.
He moved up to drop a kiss on my cockhead. “I can be careful with you,” he said, shooting me a grateful look. We were deep into his fantasy right now, and I knew it, but it was good for me, too. “I’ll treat you like the princess you are.”
Oh, sweet lipstick and tiaras. I could barely stand to watch him close his lips around my cockhead as he hollowed his mouth and sucked. It felt so amazing. He gave me the most gentle, teasing blowjob imaginable, and I quivered and took it because I’d never in a million years thought I would see Colt with his mouth on my dick.
A wonderful sensation welled up in my chest as I brushed my fingers through his hair, and Colt gave me a spectacular look. It had only been a month, but each time I was soft and gentle with him or hugged him or thanked him, Colt thawed a little more. He seemed like he was starting to genuinely care about me. My chest grew heavy.
What if he did care about me? Was that even possible?
Pleasure rushed through me, a vicious jab of joy that clenched my muscles, and between the way Colt was looking at me and the sharp relief of my orgasm, I cried out. “Colt, it’s so good,” I said with a gasp.
Colt growled that sound he normally made before he started shredding my lingerie, and a thrill raced through me. He spit my cum into his palm, then pushed me back firmly against the desk. I spread my legs and propped my feet on the arms of his chair, and he teased my panties down my legs. I laughed as it got a little awkward because he was only using one hand, but between the two of us the silk was off me and tossed to the side.
“Beautiful,” he growled, then took me by surprise as he stuffed his cum-coated fingers into my ass. I moaned and tried to relax so he could get farther into me, but cum wasn’t lube, and there was a bit of a burn.
“You’re so pretty coming for me, baby girl.” He stood up and kissed me like I was the last breath of air at the bottom of the ocean. He tugged his fingers free, and I moaned and wrapped my legs around him. Colt fumbled in the desk drawer to his right where he kept the lube, and I made quick work of opening his pants and sliding down the zipper. With a curse, he broke away to grab the lube.
“Please, Daddy. I need your cum. I want it. Please,” I begged, shifting my legs a little wider.
A blush worked up Colt’s neck to his face, and I’d never felt so powerful in my life. His pupils were wide and dark, and all I could see was the snarl on his face as he coated his cock fast. The lube landed on the desk beside me when he tossed it. He grabbed my hips and pulled me toward himself, slamming into my hole as he dragged me closer to the edge of the desk.
Crying out, I arched my back, but he cradled my ass and lifted me just enough to drill his cock relentlessly into me, scraping the head across my prostate with each stroke. Nothing mattered outside of Colt. I held on to his strong forearms and barely survived his brutal thrusts. It didn’t take long before I was whimpering and coming for the second time as he hammered the cum out of my balls.
