Aw hell. Why is she being so nice? Shouldn’t she yell at me? At least be upset that I didn’t do it right?
I take the box from her. “No. I’ll fix it. Let me look at the instructions. It’s probably just one board out of place.”
Two hours later, the desk has been taken apart and put back together. Twice.
This time, it’s right. Ronnie’s smile hasn’t faltered. Who is this woman? Why hasn’t she come into my world sooner?
“Okay. What else can I put together for you?” I grin.
She takes my hand and drags me to the kitchen. “You deserve a break. Why don’t I cut you some cake and you can relax?”
I sit at the table. She brings a big slab of chocolate cake to me with a glass of cold milk, a bottle of vodka, and some Kahlua tucked under her arm.
Nice.
Then she sits across from me and makes us both White Russians.
“You aren’t having cake?”
“Nope.” She’s still got that grin.
I cut into the cake and take a bite. It’s superbly delicious. When I take my second bite, Ronnie scoots off her chair and drops to her knees.
“What are you doing, Peaches?”
She knee-walks to me and reaches for my belt. “I’m going to have my snack.”
Insta-erection.
She unbuckles, unbuttons, and unzips me. Then her warm fingers wrap my hard-on. Hmm.
Ronnie leans close. “Let’s see if you can finish your cake while I do this.”
Holy shit. “You want me to eat while you suck my cock?”
She smiles. “Have you ever had cake while someone did this for you?”
I lick my lips. “Never.”
“Good. Every time you eat cake from here forward, you’ll get a woody and think of me.”
Dipping the tip of her finger into her glass, she slides the coolness along my shaft. Then she wets her finger again and swathes it over the head.
Fuck. Me. That’s hot.
She licks my erection with the flat of her tongue, swirling it around the head. Then she takes me into her mouth and sucks. The heat that gathers in my dick spreads to my balls. Her hand slips in next to her lips and she glides up and down, filling me to the brim with all the blood that should be pumping to the rest of me.
My breaths get shallow.
She stops. “Cake.”
I pick up my fork and take a bite, trying to chew as she slips my dick between those voluptuous lips.
Three more bites are all I take before my hard-on tightens and I grunt. She’s got her hand moving, her head bobbing. My balls draw up.
Holy fuck.
Then my cock explodes with sensation. She swallows my cum as I spurt over and over onto her tongue and down her throat. Her lips stay tight until she milks every last drop from me.
She pops her mouth off the end of my still-hard cock. “Was the cake good?”
I grab her, pulling her to me as I slip my hand up her skirt. “Was the cock good?”
She closes her eyes and smiles like she’s in heaven. “It was fan-tastic.”
My dick stirs again. I push the plate away. “My turn. Dessert after dessert.”
I lay her backward onto the table and pull my chair up between her legs. She props her feet on my knees.
“Oh. Panties must all be in the wash.” I grin.
She’s propped on her elbows, watching me as I hike her skirt to her waist.
I keep eye contact as I drag her ass to the edge of the table and push her knees apart. I kiss the inside of each of her thighs. I trail kisses to that sweet spot.
Her cream is addictive. Shit, she’s addictive. I could eat her pussy every day and never tire of her. I run my finger over the lips that hide the little bud I like to play with so much. The way she wiggles and squirms is sexy as hell. The sounds she makes? Even hotter.
I grab the bottle of vodka and open it.
Her eyes go wide. “Don’t you want the mixed drink?”
“Nope. This right here is more my speed. I’ll make a peach cream vodka.”
She squeaks, but lays back and tucks her hips under a tad more. Her pussy opens to me, and I pour in a little vodka. I lap it up, along with her tasty juice.
I lick her lips clean and delve deep to tickle her inside. Then I pull back and slide my tongue around her clit, batting at it until Ronnie starts to wiggle.
I pour another shot and slurp it up. And another.
After the fifth body shot, she says. “Holy crap. I think I’m getting a buzz.”
“Is it good?”
“It’s different—kind of stings, but also tingly. I like it.”
I slip my finger inside and suckle her bud until she’s breathless. She pants and her body tightens.
Another shot, and she’s giggling as I slurp up the sweetened alcohol from her pussy. She wraps my shoulders, with her legs and I lick and suck, and thrust my fingers deep until she’s bucking against me, at the edge of her climax.