I’d spent a total of six hours making the massive red velvet cake. It had been a tough task to get it to look perfectly round, and then for it to bake exactly how I wanted it to be baked.
Making it presentable had been an intricate kind of torture. The fear of screwing things up was paralyzing, and I’d only released an air of relief after I’d writtenHappy Birthday, Gallanon the cake’s big-ass forehead around thirty minutes ago. Whoever says baking and icing a cake is easy is a liar and deserves to live seven days in burning, scorching hell with Ramsay Bolton.
Gallan bent and pressed a long kiss on my lips. “This cake is beautiful, and I love you so much more for doing something like this for me. I’m humbled,” he said.
I nuzzled my nose against his. “I love you, too. And, I did it because you deserve to be celebrated, Gall. You’re fucking amazing, and seeing the happiness on your face over my small gesture means the world to me.”
He clicked his tongue. “Nothing about you is small, baby. You’re grand, extravagant, and so is everything you do. You’re perfect.”
My silly heart marched to the beat of my racing pulse. “Cheesy baboon.”
Gallan grinned. “Ay, but only for you.”
I smiled and shook my head at him. “So, you ready to taste what’s yours, or what?”
He arched a brow, and I realized what I’d accidentally said, and what he’d taken for it to mean.
“It’s not what I–”
“Too late,” he cut me off, and then wrapped his arms around my waist before pulling me against his body. “My mind has already taken residence in the gutter.” He leaned in and took my mouth in a back-arching kiss.
“Everyone must be waiting for the zoom call,” I said breathlessly against his lips.
“Don’t care,” he almost growled, and then bit my bottom lip before kissing me again.
I moaned against him as I bunched his hair in a fist and kissed him back. “You’re bad, Gall,” I whispered between kisses. “So, so bad.”
“I like being bad with you.” He lifted me off my feet, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. “And right now, Zaira, I can’t think of anything but having your pussy wrapped around my cock.”
“Jesus fuck, Gall,” I said in a rush. “You on a pill or something?”
He chuckled. “Nope. I’m just drugged onyou.” He settled on the living room couch, and I shifted so I could straddle him.
“You’re incredibly horny, that’s what it is,” I told him.
He laughed, and then rocked his hip against mine. “Maybe, but you want me inside you just as bad as I want you pulsing and clenching around me.”
Holy. Hannah. Hold. My. Hand.
Gallan and his dirty mouth would be the end of my pour vagina. The sensory overload was too much for her soul.
He grinned when I didn’t say anything, and then jerked his head at me. “Push your panties aside and finger yourself.”
My cheeks flushed at his command. I swallowed, and then lifted my t-shirt dress a little before sliding my underwear to the side. I then pushed two fingers inside myself and began moving them in and out at a slow pace.
Gallan’s chest rose and fell unsteadily, and as he licked his lips and watched me work myself, he began unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, and unbuckling his belt with the other.
“Push all the way in, Zaira,” he ordered. “Faster, come on.”
A whimper left my lips as I did what he wanted me to. “God,” I breathed.
Gallan’s eyes gleamed as they met mine. He smirked, and then unzipped his pants before pulling himself out. With his hair slicked back, his shirt open and showcasing his beautiful body, his hand wrapped around his cock, and his throat bobbing as he gazed at me – Gallan looked ready to own every last piece of me. The desire in his eyes was undeniable; the grin that he gave me was fatal for the growing fire in my veins. And the way he seemed so confident in the way he held me captive under his presence – it was achingly beautiful.
“Pull your fingers out and give me a taste,” he commanded as he stroked himself.
My heart was beating so fucking wildly as I stopped working myself and brought my fingers to his lips. I let go of an uneven breath when he sucked on my digits, and the warmth of his mouth caused goosebumps to prick my skin.
“Take me in,” he said, just as I moved my hand back.
