“I’m not as hungry as I thought,” I admit.
“Mrs. Birch, can you bring dessert please?” Boone calls through the house.
“Dessert?” I smile.
“Why not? There is always room for dessert even when you’re not hungry.”
“That’s true.” Mrs. Birch comes fluttering back into the room again, only this time with a small white cake. “I love cake.”
“I know. I figured we might not have a reception but we still needed a wedding cake.”
“It’s the best part of a wedding.”
“I’m not sure I agree with you on that,” he says as he sinks the knife into the cake to cut a piece.
“Then what’s the best part?” He places the giant slice onto my plate. When his eyes meet mine, I suck in a deep breath as heat rushes through my body at the realization of what he means.
“Try it.” He brings a bite to my mouth and I part my lips, letting him feed me. A small moan leaves me as the sugary sweetness hits my tongue.
“We’ll have to agree to disagree.” I lick my lips, swallowing the bite and already wanting another.
“We’ll see,” he challenges as he holds out the fork.
I let him feed me and try not to think about him proving me wrong.
Chapter Four
Boone
“Is there anything else I can get for you, Mr. and Mrs. Adler?” Mrs. Birch asks.
“No thank you.” I place the fork down next to the cake, and she nods at us.
“I’ll lock up on the way out. Congratulations and enjoy your evening.”
Turning my gaze to Phoebe, I see her eyes widen before she looks down at her fingers. She’s wringing them together as Mrs. Birch leaves, and I wonder if she’s nervous about tonight, or is it that she’s nervous to be with me?
Who the fuck is the man that got to her before I did? She’s been on exactly one date from what I found out, and I took care of that. If that little bastard put his dick in my wife, I’ll break it off and feed it to him.
The grandfather clock in the corner chimes, and her head snaps up at the sound. “It’s time,” I say and stand up from my chair.
“For what?” She swallows hard as she watches me, her eyes traveling slowly up my body.
“For my dessert.” I push back the chair and move the cake to the side.
“What?”
“I want to see what I paid for.” I take off my suit coat and drape it over my chair as I begin to unbutton my sleeves.
“Right here?” She looks around the room, and I can see she’s nervous.
“Yes.” Once my sleeves are rolled up, I take a step back and then grab her around the waist. Before she can try and stop me, I set her on the dining table and pull her ass right to the edge.
“What are you doing?” Her eyes are wide and her cheeks are flushed as her hands automatically go to my chest.
“I already told you.” I reach up and unknot my tie and drop it to the floor. Then I unbutton the top of my dress shirt and look down at her long white dress. “Pull it up.”
“Boone, I—”
“I promised you I wouldn’t hurt you. But I’m going to get what I paid for.” I cross my arms over my chest and wait for her to do as I’ve ordered.
Her fingers play with the material of her dress as she begins to slowly bunch it over her knees. I keep my eyes on the edge of the dress, watching it go higher and higher.
“You know how when a couple gets married they feed each other cake?” The hem rises a little more, and I can almost see her bare knees.
“Y-yes,” she answers nervously.
“I fed you your cake.” I look up at her and we lock eyes. “Now I want you to feed me mine.”
She glances over to the cake beside her and starts to grab a fork.
“Use your hands,” I say, stopping her.
She nods and picks up a small piece and holds it out for me. I never break eye contact as I step forward and grab her wrist, then bring her fingers to my mouth. I stare into her golden eyes as I run my tongue between them and suck the sweet sugary icing off of them. Her mouth falls open when I pull them out of my mouth and then swirl my tongue over her fingertips.
“More,” I order, and she nods, swallowing hard. When she holds it out for my mouth again, I shake my head. “On your lips this time.”
She brings the cake to her mouth and holds it between her lips just as I’ve told her to do. My eyes linger on her mouth before my control nearly snaps. Using both my hands, I hold her face as I lean down and scoop the cake off of her with my tongue. She gasps as I swallow the dessert and then keep on licking her lips. Her tongue darts out to touch mine, and I suck on it, just a little. Enough to tease her into wanting more.
By the time she’s breathless, I pull away, and there’s a growl deep in my throat. “More.” Without hesitating this time, she brings the cake to her mouth, but I shake my head. “On your pussy.”
“Oh god,” she whispers.
I shove the rest of her dress all the way up around her waist, revealing silky white panties with a wet spot on them.
“Is this for your husband?” I run my knuckles over the soaked material, and she hisses. “Give me my cake, Phoebe.”
She swallows hard before she nods and moves her fingers between her legs. I pull her panties to the side, revealing bare lips and a small patch of dark curls. I hum my appreciation as she brings her fingers between them and smears the cake all over herself.
“Good girl.”
Before I have time to think it through, I jerk her ass so far off the edge of the table she has to lie back on her elbows to keep from falling off. It all happens in the blink of an eye as I kneel down and bury my face in her cunt.
She screams out my name as I lick right up the center and suck the icing off her clit. She tastes like an innocent little sweet, and I can’t wait to fuck every inch of her body.
“Mine,” I snarl as she tries to scoot away from me. My fingers dig into her bare thighs as I throw them over my shoulders and lock her into place. “Stop trying to take it from me.”
“It’s too much,” she gasps. “I—I don’t know what’s happening.”
“You’re going to cum on my face,” I say, sucking one of her lips into my mouth. “Do you know what that is, petal?” Her pussy looks like a fresh flower. “Do you know what cumming is?”
“I-I think so?” she stutters as I suck the other one. “Something’s happening.”
“When you cum, it’s a feeling that’s so good your body has no choice but to release endorphins into your blood.” I circle her clit and then lap at it like a cat. “When I cum, I’ll put it inside you until I get you pregnant.” I dip my mouth down low and wiggle my tongue into her opening. “I’ll cum in you right here.” I do it again, and this time she bears down on me. “I’ll do it so many times you’ll have it dripping down to your knees.”
“It’s, oh my, I think—” Her words are all broken as she grabs my hair and cries out my name into the dining room. It’s so loud it echoes in my ears, and I keep licking her to drag it out.