Free Cupcake by M Andrews

a satisfied grin.
    I collapse down beside her, pulling her into my arms, gently kissing a trail up her neck. “I’ll give you as many as you want.”
    “I want so many more right now, but we need to get ready for our date. I promised Lex...” I press a finger to her lips stopping her from finishing. We have a lifetime for dinner dates, tonight I just want to get lost in her.
    “No more talking for you tonight, my little Cupcake. The only sounds I want to hear are your sweet moans while I make love to your beautiful body.”



Chapter Twelve

     
    “Come on Cupcake, just one little lick,” he pleads. A bead of sweat trickling down his temple. His hands are shaking, lips quivering like he’s a pussy addict going through withdrawals.
    “You and I both know one lick will turn into you spending the rest of the morning eating me out.”
    “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he replies with an intense hunger in his voice. His fingers playing with the button on my jeans. He’s got me trapped between his wall of muscles and the wall of our hotel suite. Even if I did say no, there’s no going anywhere.
    “So you’re saying you want to miss playing in your first Super Bowl?” I ask, giving him a sideways glance.
    It’s been four months, four of the best months of my life since I met Grayson. We were two lost souls, who refused to believe we were lost. We were both drifting through life, using our careers to fill the void we were both feeling, but that night in his sister’s restaurant we found our missing halves. For the first time in my life, I feel whole. I have everything I could possibly wish for, a successful career, a man that loves me, and in a few short months he’ll be my husband.
    “I didn’t say that. Your pussy is amazing, Cupcake, but I’m not missing winning my first Super Bowl. I just need a little good luck lick,” he says with a cheeky grin.
    “Okay, fine. Just lick it.” I let out an exaggerated sigh.
    “Don’t pretend you’re not going to enjoy this, Cupcake.” He pops open the button on my pants. A look of relief washes over his face while he works the denim off my hips. He drops to his knees, spreading my legs and buries his face between my thighs. His greedy tongue licking me from ass to clit. And, as I predicted, he doesn’t stop at just one lick.
    His tongue glides down to my opening, the tip wiggling and teasing me, then moves back to my clit. He licks me two... three... four more times and with that his tongue is thrusting inside me. His hunger for me taking him over. His head shaking side to side, nose bumping against my aching clit, pulling me over the edge. He eats pussy like he plays football, with precision and dominance. Every move perfectly timed, he reads me like he reads the field and he always gets the touchdown. The passion Grayson has for everything he does is fucking intoxicating.
    “So much for just one lick.” I let out a satisfied sigh, resting my hand on his head, steadying myself while he licks me clean.
    He stands back on his feet, licking his lips and chin, not wanting any drop of my cum to go to waste. “You were right,” he admits, helping me pull up my pants. “I can’t help myself, one taste of you and I turn into a ravenous animal.” He leans in taking my lips in a soft, warm kiss.
    “After that tongue fucking, you’d better win today.”
    He runs the back of his hand along my cheek. “I got this game in the bag, Cupcake,” he says confidently. “Especially with you in the stands cheering me on. I better get going, I’ll see you after the game.” He leans in and gently kisses my forehead. “I love you, Pippa.”
    “I love you, too, Gray.”
     

     
    The atmosphere in the stadium is thick with tension and excitement. The Minutemen are down by one touchdown, with less than a minute left on the clock and twenty yards from the end zone. The whole stadium is on their feet holding their breath, as we wait for the last seconds of the timeout