Brea:Help!
Sophie:It better not be a bride requesting a cupcake dress. Because after the last one, never again!
Grace:But that dress was all over thenews.
Sophie:It was a holy terror to try to get all those cupcakes to stay together. And then having to make the crown of cupcakes. I still have nightmares of a bird coming down and snatching the tiara off of the bride, leaving an explosion of icing.
Elsie:You need to stop eating so late at night.
Amy:Sooo…Grace says you and Mark are getting it on…ahem excuse me…gettingalong!
Brea:I need to be talked back from the ledge. He sewed me a stuffed animal.
Sophie:Awww! That’s so sweet!
Ivy:When’s the wedding?
Brea:There can’t be one!
Amy:I thought you told him the truth?
Brea:It was a partial, sugarcoated truth.
Brea:Besides, we would never work together. His family is old-money eccentric, and mine is just crazy.
Grace:Is his dick giving you a religious experience?
Brea:I mean he definitely makes me scream,Oh my God!a lot.
Grace:That’s what’s important. Slake your sexual thirst. It’s just lust.
But after all that texting, I hadn’t received as much as an eggplant emoji from Mark.
“Guess that means he also doesn’t like you that much either,” I grumped as I turned off the TV, put on a sheer robe, and ventured out into the kitchen.
As I was contemplating whether I wanted marshmallows in my cereal, there was pounding at the front door.
“If that’s Memphis Eve,” I snapped, “I swear!”
I peeked through the peephole. Mark was on the other side.
He pushed his way in and wasted no time in jumping on me. He took in my lingerie, raised his eyebrows appreciatively, and was already unbuttoning himself.
I was thinking maybe I would tease him a bit, but here he was, going from three to ninety-five in an instant. Not that I minded. I grabbed him by the tie and dragged him into my bedroom before he could start shucking clothes every which way.
He scooted me back to my desk, pushed my hair out of my eyes, and kissed me all too strongly and suddenly. He ran his hands down my curves, over the lacy lingerie. My nipples poked through the sheer fabric, ready for him.
“Assume the position,” he growled in a playful yet commanding tone.
I bent myself over the desk. Mark pressed his mouth against the silky panties, his hot breath making my pussy soaking wet. He slapped me on the ass then continued to mouth and tease me through the fabric. I ground back against him, and he reached up to stroke and pinch my nipples under the lacy bra.
I looked back over my shoulder. He was undressed. His cock was hard and throbbing and pointed right at me. Mark gave me a smoldering look. He had come prepared, rolling the condom out on his cock, denying me my playful way of practicing safe sex. Then he tangled a large hand in my hair, pushed my panties to the side, and plunged his cock into me, filling me, washing me with pleasure. The electricity jolted through me wonderfully, and my toes curled from the sensation of his thick cock moving in my pussy.
The pace he set was strong and powerful; he wasted little time in turning up the heat and intensity. I gripped the edge of my old desk tightly and thrust myself back against him, meeting his intensity with my own, his cock pounding into me again and again.
I could hear him struggle with what my pussy was doing to him. The “holy shits,” the “god damns,” the groans. Even below my own screams, I could hear him. To bring him the same pleasure as he brought me so much just made my own grin more and more wild.
As we ascended to greater heights, I arched my ass against him, consumed by him. Mark was quick to throw his hands around me. He wanted to hold me tight as he finished the job.
