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“Almost there, princess. You got this.”

He speeds up his fingers and squeezes my ass cheek with the other hand.

“Ah, fuck, mierda, Daddy, I’m going to come!”

“No, you’re not. Not until you finish frosting. Your rules, princess.”

Pleasure spirals through me as I start to sweat, trying desperately to hold back the orgasm that’s trying to wash over me.

I keep going, trying my best not to break, and finally, I’m finished.

The final cupcake is smudged but it’s done. This tray is ours, I decide. It’s never leaving this kitchen. I set the piping bag down and grip the edge of the counter. “Now,” I tell him.

“Yes, princess,” Cole breathes, and gives me exactly what I asked for. I’m hurtled to the edge, pushing back against his face.

“I’m coming,” I gasp, and he sucks hard on my clit, three fingers still pumping in and out of me.

I nearly scream, the sound choked and strained as my orgasm wracks my body. I push back against his fingers, pulse spiking, brow sweating, thighs trembling.

He finger-fucks me through it and then slowly removes his fingers.

When I turn around, Cole’s sucking on his fingers, cheeks hollowed, and an aftershock spirals down my spine.

He slowly removes his fingers from his mouth, other hand on my hip to keep me upright.

Which is good, because I’m not sure my legs work.

He tugs my sweater back down over my hips, making me presentable even though I’m dripping down my thighs.

I breathe in through my nostrils to calm my racing heart.

Cole breathes with me, the line of him in his slacks showing me he’s affected, too.

I hear a whir and then the power comes back on.

“Guess Marcus found the gas can,” Cole murmurs.

Heat floods through me again, my clit pulsing.