Free The Heavenly Baker by J J Monroe

buttocks back against him, forcing his cock to break through the barrier of my lips and …
    â€˜Ow!’
    â€˜What’s the matter?’
    â€˜The water’s not doing it for me.’
    â€˜OK.’ He starts to move but I press back, easing him back inside me.
    â€˜Not so hasty, muchacho !’
    â€˜Did you just call me …?’
    â€˜Yes, I did,’ I say, reaching down with my hand and splaying my fingers, searching for the chain to the plug. Snagging it, I pull it free.
    â€˜Nice,’ mutters Matt.
    â€˜I’m not just a pretty face.’
    â€˜No, you’re a lot more than that,’ he agrees. I feel his wandering fingers reach around and rest upon my crotch and I have a fairly good idea about where this is heading. I turn my head as the water starts to drain away and seek out his lips as his fingers start to go to work. It is all I can do to raise myself up on him, feel him start to slip away between my thighs, and then, just when I feel I am about to lose him, he intercedes, his left arm coming across me and resting on my stomach, holding me there as his fingers continue to work me, massage me, seduce me with their hypnotic touch until my head is cloudy and the need for sex and release is stronger than all others. I find myself sliding down his long, throbbing cock until there is nowhere left for me to travel and he is as deep into me as he can go. His lips find my shoulder as he starts to work me harder, his fingers beating out a rhythm on my clit that is all bass and sends me spiralling up on a stairway to heaven. His cock moving inside me means that all resistance is futile.
    Hold on and ride the beast, cowgirl. Bite your lip to stifle the moans because you don’t want to wake the rest of the world with your unbridled passion, but, boy, it’s really difficult not to when being bad feels so good!
    Matt squeezes my breasts, tweaking my nipples as I grind down upon him, his cock absolutely rigid, and the sensation of moving him further inside me is irresistible. I feel the sensation build, the magical fluttering that once it takes hold there is no denying it and certainly no stopping it. He feels the contractions and pounds against me, thrusting his cock further in. I yell out my appreciation of his finer understanding of the intricate workings of this highly tuned body and then scream the house down as my orgasm takes hold. There is nowhere to run and simply nowhere to hide. I cling on and fuck my way out of trouble until we are both surfing the oblivion wave, reaching for the stars and then tumbling into glorious numbness.
    I hear the pounding of my heart and the gentle ebb and flow of his chest as the remnants of his orgasm drift away. His cock wilts inside me as he leans back against the side of the tub and wraps his arms around me, drawing me back against him, closer and closer still. This is no one-night stand. This is everything. We are entwined now, bequeathed to one another and tied by the beating of our hearts. They beat as one. No one can ever tear us apart.

Chapter Nine – Freakout City
    It’s been three days. Three days since I have tasted Matt’s sweet lips, three days since I’ve felt the heat of his body lying next to me and three days since I felt his cock inside me. I’m feeling extraordinarily horny and my cravings need to be sated. Nor does it help that I keep missing his calls. The reality of hooking up with a television celebrity is starting to dawn on me. It’s not easy. His time is not his own. Running my own business means my time is not my own either. We have no time and it’s driving me crazy!
    â€˜Fuck it!’ The flour bag explodes all over me and momentarily I am blinded by all things powdery.
    â€˜Nice,’ comments Carly, entering the nerve centre of Little Angels carrying two takeaway coffees. ‘I didn’t think the geisha look was in this season.
    â€˜You’re so funny,’ I