Wedding Cake Crasher (Wedding Cake 1)

“I didn’t forget.” I hold up a piece of the dark chocolate for her and she looks down at it, licking her lips.

She’s hesitant as she leans forward and places her hand on my wrist, opening her mouth. Her soft lips touch my fingers and I feel the smooth, slick warmth of her tongue as she quickly takes the bite of cake and sits back.

“Holy shit,” she whispers as she brings her hands to her lips.

“Do you like it?” I look down at her plate and raise my chin. “Let me try it.”

She lifts a bite of strawberry in her fingers and eagerly holds it out for me.

“It’s incredible.”

My lips close over her fingers, and when I slide my tongue between them, her mouth opens and her eyes become hooded. I don’t take my eyes off of her as the flavor of the strawberries and sweet cream hits my tongue. I moan and take my time licking her fingers clean before I lean back and take a sip of the champagne.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had something that tasted so good.” I watch as she reaches for her own glass and nearly knocks it over.

“Is it hot out here to you?” She fans herself and I smile as her cheeks flush and she raises the hair away from her neck.

“I think I might be heating up.”

I hold out another bite for her and watch as she eagerly takes it, and then it’s my turn again. Each time we spend longer sucking on our fingers and licking cake off one another until I’m too worked up to stop.

“Sugar,” I warn when I look down and see her lips wrapped around my thumb and I feel her tongue circling it like a cock. “Fuck.”

She pops off of it and I can’t hold myself back anymore as I lunge for her and pull her onto my lap. My lips connect with hers as I shove my hands in her hair and pull her closer to me. She tastes like sweet chocolate and strawberries and silky cream. She smells like sugar and dessert and my cock is so fucking hard, if I don’t get inside her I’m going to have to go into that reception and put my dick in the cake.

“Hank,” she moans against my mouth as her body moves against mine.

I release her hair with one hand and slide it under her dress and around to her ass. I grip it hard as I pull her close and pretty soon we’re bumping against each other out in the garden where anyone could walk up on us.

“Slow down, Sugar,” I say. The thought scares me. I don’t want to get caught like this because I don’t want anyone seeing what’s mine. “Why don’t we take this someplace more private?”

“Yes.” She’s all too quick to respond and my whole body is vibrating with her approval.

“I’m in the guest house on the other side,” I say, standing up and lifting her in my arms.

“Let’s go,” she says, clinging to me.

Chapter Six

Sugar

I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’m blaming it on the cake because I’m in a fog of lust.

Does it matter at this point, because it’s all delicious. I cling to Hank’s big body and for a moment I question what I’m doing before his mouth comes down on mine again. When his lips touch mine, all doubt leaves my mind.

The taste of icing and him is too much to take and I moan into his mouth as I dig my fingers into his short hair.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he says against my lips.

“It’s the cake,” I tell him before I go back to kissing him. His mouth is so soft and possessive, I want it in other places, too.

“It’s all you, Sugar.” My back meets a hard surface and I’m not going to fight him on it. If he thinks I taste as good as that cake, then I’m going to let him believe it.

He not only tastes good, but his big body pressed into mine feels unbelievable. I’m small and delicate in his hold, just like those cute brides you see on the tops of wedding cakes.

He goes for my neck and kisses me there as my whole body buzzes with need. There has to be something wrong with me because I’ve never been this turned on in my life. I wiggle my hips as I try to grind myself against him, needing the friction.

“Hank?” I plead.

I know he’ll fix this; I don’t know how, but it’s instinct that he’ll do this for me. It’s that same feeling I got when he asked if we knew each other. There’s a connection here even though we only met minutes ago.

Why else would I be letting him take me out of the wedding alone so he can have his way with me? But I guess technically right now I’m having my way with him. Hank understands my desperate need and takes control. His hand goes under my dress and he quickly finds my panties.