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“When did you get so bossy?”
“You love me bossy. Bake.” Incredibly, he followed her command, and it emboldened her. “What do we do after wecream”—she cupped his balls, then stroked him again—“the butter and sugar?” She licked her hand and returned her wet palm to his hard length.
He uttered a curse. “Beat the eggs.”
She waited for him to put the eggs in the bowl, then hooked her fingers in the waist of his skivvies and yanked them down. “Oopsie!”
He groaned again, his hand slowing as he beat the eggs.
She ran her hands along his outer thighs, then up his waist and around to his chest, playing with his nipples again.
“You’re not beating.”
“You’re going to get a spanking if you’re not careful,” he said in a rough, lusty voice.
“Oh my. That could be fun.” She wiggled out of her panties and pressed her sex against his ass. “Keep baking,” she whispered, and wrapped her fingers around his cock again.
“Summers,” he warned.
“Don’t come.” She stroked him harder. “Don’t you have to do flour or something?”
He dumped the rest of the ingredients in as fast as he could and beat them together, getting flour and baking powder all over the counter and floor and making them both laugh. She took off her cami and dropped it on the counter beside the bowl so he could see it, then pressed her naked body against his back.
“Hurry up,” she teased. “I’m hungry.”
“I’ve got something you can eat,” he ground out.
“Oh, you sure do.” She moved around him and squeezed between Dylan and the counter, trailing openmouthed kisses across his chest. “Keep baking,” she whispered. “It’s turning me on.”
She sank to her knees and dragged her tongue from the base of his erection to the very tip, then lavished the head of his cock with slow licks and warm kisses. He was trembling, his muscles taut, his flesh hot as fire. When she took him to the back of her throat, the utensils clattered to the counter and he leaned against it, pumping his hips as he fucked her mouth.
“Summers,” he pleaded. “I want you, baby.”
She pulled back and rose to her full height, waggling her finger in front of his face. “No bakey-bakey, no cakey-cakey.”
He reached into a cabinet and pulled out the muffin pan, dropping it loudly onto the counter. Then he turned her around so she faced the counter and said, “Put those paper cups in there and use the ladle to fill each one three quarters of the way.”
“But—” She looked down at the surprise in the bottom of the pan, but he was too caught up to notice.Time to enact plan B.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ve got yourbuttcovered.”
He dipped one hand between her legs, sending shocks of heat to her core, and she closed her eyes. She was so wet his fingers slid deep inside her. His other hand cupped her breast and he ground his cock against her ass. The onslaught of sensations was all consuming. She rode his hand, arching against his palm.
“Don’t come,” he demanded.
“I won’t.” She bit her lower lip.
“Fill those muffin cups.”
When he sealed his mouth over her shoulder and bit down, she went up on her toes and whimpered. Her limbs were useless. She couldn’t think, couldn’t begin to move.
“Don’t. Come,” he repeated. “Bakey-bakey or no cocky-cocky.”
With trembling hands she filled the muffin cups as fast as she could, getting more batter on the counter than in the cups. She slammed her hands on the edge of the counter like she’d won a race. “Done!”
“No, babe, we’ve just gotten started.” He lifted her onto the flour-covered counter, sending the pan of cupcake batter tumbling to the floor. He tugged her to the edge of the counter and slammed his rock-hard cock into her, and they both groaned.
“Good fucking Lord. Making love to you is like heaven.”
