Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Did you even try the lemon coconut or the German chocolate?”
I shake my head.
“Hands in your lap, please,” he orders. I obediently slide my hands into my lap as he lifts the spoon and scoops out a generous taste of lemon. “Open for me. The only rule is, I get to feed you, and then I get to do whatever the fuck I want to you.”
“Is that all?” I ask teasingly.
“I promise you’ll like it.”
I nod and lick my lips. My mouth waters. “Alright.”
He stands in front of me and places the spoon on the counter before he reaches in and lifts me bodily. I squeal as he slides me into the middle of the corner. The tee skates up my leg, baring myself to him.
“Fuck, woman,” he says, shaking his head before he kneels down in front of me.
In front of me.
He leans in and inhales my scent. My pussy clenches. I close my eyes when the feel of his hot mouth on my sex makes me squirm with need and desire for him.
The first touch of his tongue to my pussy makes me whimper. By the second and third, I’m drowning in sensation, and he’s suckling my throbbing clit. With a reluctant sigh, he gets to his feet.
“I could do that all fucking day.”
“Oh, really?” I tease, shaking my head. “I’ll remember that.”
“But first… cake.”
“You sound like a placard you’d find in a bakery.”
He shrugs a shoulder and puts my hands behind my back. “Keep them there.” The sound of his voice sends a shiver down my spine, and when he reaches for his belt, my pulse skyrockets.
“Viktor—”
“Shhh.”
He tugs the belt through the loops in one motion, leans back, and loops it around my hands. When he cinches it, his body’s pressed up against mine, and it’s instant fire. I swallow hard, trying to get a grip, when he adjusts me so I’m leaning back on the counter.
Leaning in, he lifts the whole piece of lemon cake in his hand and offers me a bite. “Where are your manners?” I ask teasingly.
“Ladies first,” he says as if that’s the only rule that matters.
I lick my tongue out and scoop the lemon icing into my mouth. “Mmm,” I moan. “Oh God, this is delicious.” I take a bite. The cake is light and fluffy, with a thick layer of lemon filling sandwiched between layers. I lick his fingers, and he growls before he takes the rest of the cake and eats it in one huge gulp. He leans in and captures my mouth with his, our kiss laced with icing and cake, sweet and indulgent.
I’m still licking my lips when he’s down between my legs, his mouth on my pussy. My clit throbs, and I stifle a scream as he licks and suckles and bites. My legs are over his shoulders, my knees pressed against the heat of his skin, when he leaves my pussy and goes back to the box.
“Viktor,” I whine. “Please.”
“Not yet,” he growls, reaching into the box for another slice of chocolate, this one layered with peanut butter frosting. “You’re hungry for cake,” he says with a smile. “I’m hungry for cake. Let them eat cake.”
This time, he paints my lips with the icing, like edible lip gloss. I’m grinning, covered in chocolate crumbs, as he places a piece in my mouth and kneels in front of me again. This time, I’m on the cusp of climax when I swallow the last bite of cake, and I nearly cry when he takes his mouth off me.
“Be a good girl,” he says, shaking his head at me. “I promise it will be worth it.”
He reaches for the pièce de résistance, a quadruple-layered concoction of deep, dark chocolate cake layered between thick layers of ganache. “Here. Eat this,” he says, feeding me a piece with his rough fingers. I lick and nibble his fingers as he feeds me. I love the way his eyes flare with arousal. Again, he places the cake in my mouth, this time a large portion that spills onto the tee. The icing tastes like melted truffles, and I am here for it. He kneels in front of me, wraps my legs around his head, and growls against my leg, “Come, Lydia. You eat your treat, and I’ll eat mine. Come, baby.”
My head falls back as he laps my pussy again and again; the tip of his tongue is perfect as I lick the crumbs from my lips, savor the rich taste of chocolate, and soar toward release on his tongue. Waves of pleasure drown me. My hips jerk toward him, milking every drop of pleasure, until I collapse on the counter, spent, my tied hands braced behind me.
My gaze is hazy, my body floating as he gets to his feet and drags a heavy hand across his mouth, his eyes boring into mine.