“Such a greedy girl. I’ll give you a preview of what’s to come tonight.” He slides two fingers inside me while his tongue keeps tormenting my clit, sucking it into his mouth with such force that my hips shoot off the bed. “Easy. I’ll give you what you want.” His fingers pump faster inside me, bringing my body to the brink, then back off.
With my body strung tight, I’m on the verge of my first non-self-induced orgasm. My legs start to tremor. I try to squeeze them together, but Fletcher doesn’t let me. He keeps eating my pussy like he’s starving. Finally, the wave hits, and I see stars as I come all over his face. “Fletcher,” I moan. My body pulses in ecstasy—ecstasy he gave me.
It isn’t until later, when my body finally stops spasming, that Fletcher rolls onto his back, taking me with him, and I fall asleep on his chest, dreaming of dick cookies.
five
Fletcher
“Well, that’s the lastof everything you have to sell.” A still slightly hungover Marigold announced around five p.m.
Marigold felt so bad about not being able to help us bake the cookies last night and into the morning that, once she felt up to it, she and Warren helped man the cash register while Ruby and I concentrated on making more candy to sell.
Rue and Austin showed up first thing in the morning to help, but Rue’s fans were so excited to see her that she spent most of the day visiting with them. The dick cookies sold out first, but nobody seemed to mind if they didn’t get any. They still bought tons of candy, wiping us out so completely that I decided to close the shop tomorrow to give Ruby and me a chance to sleep in before we start making more candy to restock the cases.
Lainey and Dean even showed up for a while to help serve customers, but they were needed back at the bar for the Valentine’s Day crowd.
Even as busy as Esme was at her flower shop, she still took time out of her busy day to have heart shaped pizzas delivered to the candy shop with a note that said,Eat something other than candy.
Now I have Ruby in my home, naked in my bed. “Are you sure you want to do this? Once I get inside you, I’m never going to want to leave.” To make my point, I nudge my cock against her soaking pussy, just the tip inside.
“Mmm, yes. I want all of you, forever.” She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss.
Pushing my hips forward, I press my cock deeper into her tight hole. “Is this what you want?” I kiss the side of her neck.
“More. I need you deeper.” She moans, throwing her head back and offering me better access to her throat.
“How about now?” I press forward, bottoming out inside of her.
“Yes, now move.” She squeezes her inner muscles around my cock, making me almost come too soon.
“There’s my greedy girl.” I pull almost all the way out, then push back in, watching pleasure dance across her face. Glancing between her legs, I watch my cock thrust inside her, her pussy swallowing it whole. “Look at how well you take my cock.”
She lifts her head, her eyes locking onto where we are joined. “Oh, that’s sexy.” She groans as my thrusts grow deeper and harder. Knowing I’m hanging on by a thread, I slip my hand between her legs, find her clit, and start rubbing light circles over it, making her buck her hips. “More,” she moans. Obeying her, I pick up my speed until her walls tighten around me and she comes on my cock.
“Fuck, yes,” I grunt, unloading rope after rope of cum into her hot pussy. “I love you, Ruby.” I kiss her forehead, our breathing ragged.
“I love you too, Fletcher.”
“I have something for you.” Reluctantly, I slide out of her and rush to the kitchen, returning in record time with the bottle of champagne Dean gave me and the box of chocolate-covered strawberries I had saved for us. “Ta-da.” I set the box of strawberries on the bed and open the champagne. “Was tonight better than Galentine’s Day?” I hold out a chocolate-covered strawberry to her.
“So much better.” She leans forward and takes a bite of the strawberry still in my hand. “Delicious.” She leans against the headboard as she swallows the rest of the bite.
I pop the rest of the strawberry into my mouth, minus the stem. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Ruby.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Fletcher. Thanks for not making me wait another year for someone to spend it with.”
“You’ll never have to spend it alone. It’s you and me, Ruby, forever.”
Epilogue - Fletcher
Seven Years Later
“Mommy, I need myValentine’s Day cookies for school.” Our oldest, Lilah, rushes into the kitchen.
“They’re right here, sweetheart.” Ruby pulls out a box of sweet, kid-friendly cartoon cookies for Lilah to take to school.
Ruby still makes the adult versions, but only at the candy shop and only by special order. Our candy shop has quadrupled its sales since the year the dick cookies went viral. I even gave in, opening an online candy store less than a week after that Valentine’s Day.
