They shouldn’t have expected anything less. What we have is the farthest thing from a vanilla relationship. Hell, our cake exemplifies how eccentric we are, with darker desires and a bump to prove it.
I run back into the church and try to find a place to hide in quickly.
Ah, a confessional booth!
I sprint toward it, but he catches me in mid-leap.
“You can’t get away from me now!” He laughs at the back of my neck. “Mrs. Sharpe.”
He smashes another piece of cake in my face, and I yell in shock.
“Ah! Fuck!”
His grin widens, and he begins to lick the painted frosting on my neck and exposed shoulders.
I lick and bite my lips, relishing the feeling of his tongue and the cake frosting on my skin.
He grabs my breasts from behind and hums as he continues to devour me.
Guiding me forward, we find ourselves in the confessional booth—where I was planning to hide from him—and he shuts the door behind us.
He pushes me forward, grabbing my waist. My hands fall to the back of the booth, holding me up.
“You taste fucking delicious, angel,” he grunts, while quickly freeing me from my dress.
“I know. I’m sure the wedding cake adds some sweetness.” I smirk, knowing how wonderfully edible I am.
My ivory dress falls to the floor, leaving me in a custom-made lingerie set that we designed for our bridal line.
I’m obsessed with this piece; that’s why I chose to wear it on my wedding day. It’s specifically for those who don’t follow the archaic rule of marriage before sex and those who might’ve conceived a child out of wedlock.
Mommies, especially pregnant ones, need to feel sexy, too, and that’s exactly what this lingerie does.
He gazes down at me, making my knees weak and m
y cunt vibrate.
Taking me, he turns and pins me up against the sliding window.
Let’s hope the priest doesn’t see this, though it’s sanctioned now.
I tug at his jacket and pull it off him. Then, my fingers fumble at his buttons, loosening them. He unties his bowtie, leaving it dangling around his neck.
A piece of cake falls on his now bare chest, and my mouth reaches for it. I suck it in, lick the leftovers, and nip my way up to his neck, wanting to taste more of this intoxicating combination.
He lifts my left leg and wraps it around his waist, a move he usually does, considering it makes it easier to find my cunt with the bump.
“I’m loving this new flavor of cake,” I mumble into his neck as I eat everything I had thrown at him.
As I taste the sweetness of his cologne intermingling with the rich, creamy chocolate, my body warms in ecstasy, and I feel a new craving emerge.
“We might have to go into the cake business next,” he says with a wink.
Hell, we’re already making our way into the bridal industry, so why not?
His right hand tugs at my sensitive, heated skin, then makes it way to my clit.
Grabbing my ass in one hand, while holding my leg up with his arm, he massages and firmly rubs my clit with the other. He slides a finger into my wet pussy, and he continues to thumb my clit in a deliberately slow and gentle pace.