Cake Love: All Things Payne(64)

She holds out her left hand and I push the ring onto her left finger. It is a bit loose but a jeweler can easily fix that. Morgana still hasn't said a word; her gaze is focused on the ring. Finally, her eyes lift to mine and she smirks.

"Well, well, well Mr. Payne, how the tides have turned. Now I am the executive with you kneeling before me, begging me." She slips her finger into her mouth, sucking the frosting away; her words and actions taunting me.

"Morgana, I just—“

“—That’s Ms. Drake to you.” I start to get up but her hand clenches my shoulder, pushing me back down. I stumble and fall on my ass. She slides off her chair and straddles my legs, pinning me down.

"Morgana I just asked..." She waves her finger in the air stopping me, correcting me. “Sorry, Ms. Drake, I just asked you to marry me and you are playing games.”

I swear her eyes sparkle at that moment; maybe the light hit them as she cocked her head and smirked at me.

"How am I supposed to answer you, Mr. Payne, with my mouth full?"





Chapter 12

Payne’s Anti-Rule 6: Never Assume You are in Control

There is nothing in her mouth. In fact, she’s licking her lips at me, and biting down on her bottom lip as her eyes scan my body. Is she avoiding the question? Playing some mind game so I will be too distracted to notice? I'm about to ask her but I freeze as her fingers brush over the belt buckle to my pants.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Mr. Payne, obviously you got rid of your personal shopping assistant when you downsized because this belt doesn't go with your pants. In fact,” she pauses dramatically, biting her bottom lip as if deep in thought, “let’s just remove all this." Morgana unzips my pants and pushes everything down as I mindlessly lift my ass off the carpet to help her. Since she’s still seated on my legs, she stops at mid-thigh. Captain Cock springs forth; giving her the salute he has wanted to since she walked in here.

Her hand wraps around the base, lightly stroking it. I lean back on my elbows and groan as she taunts me with her hand.

Morgana moves from my legs and is now on all fours hovering over me. My eyes wander to her cleavage, her blouse falling enough to show her white lace bra. She firms her grip on my shaft and I focus on her glistening lips as they are less than an inch from my tip.

Her head turns up to face me and she is the vision of every fantasy I have ever had. The loose bun, with tendrils falling around her face, the dark glasses resting on the tip of her nose, her lavish tits almost falling out of her sexy business suit, and her mini skirt riding up her ass displaying the lacy edge of her sheer dark stockings.

"Fuck me," I whisper, drinking her in.

"You are asking a lot of me, Mr. Payne. First, you want me to answer your question and now you want me to f*ck you? Make up your mind. Perhaps I have a question for you. It is a big commitment you are asking of me."

My head bobs rapidly. "Yes, yes, anything. Ask me anything."

Her tongue darts out quickly licking up the pre-cum that has formed on the tip. My head falls back from the heavy ache between my thighs.

"What kind of cake will be served at our wedding?"

I gaze back into her eyes; she is serious. Her hand is becoming needier, pumping my cock faster. My mind is a blur as images of cake fly around in my head. Before long, they morph into her popping out of them, naked. And now, I imagine she’s covered in frosting as I lick it off of her.

"Chocolate," I blurt out, praying that was the right answer and she’ll reward me by putting her lips on my swollen head.

"You are getting warm, Mr. Payne. However, that is still too general. Is it chocolate cake, or icing, or both? Are there decorative flowers or a simple modern design? How many tiers? A wedding cake is the holy grail of all cakes. If I marry you, Mr. Payne, I must know how good you are at knowing the true art of cake."

Her mouth encases my engorged member, now purple from building pressure. Quickly her mouth seizes all of me, and just a fast, she’s sitting back up, leaving a glistening trail behind. As her hand takes over, all her questions fall from my thoughts; I can only see and feel Morgana’s warm touch on me.

"Focus, Mr. Payne. You are too smart to be distracted by a little teasing." She frowns. I think at any moment she will stop, but Morgana's hand picks up the pace causing my hips to follow suit.

"My eyes are right here, Mr. Payne. Now, about that cake..." She reaches up to the desk with her free hand, grabbing a cupcake and bringing it to her lips. I watch in erotic glory as she licks at the creamy frosting.

"Here you try it Mr. Payne, perhaps it will help you decide what type of frosting we will have." She pushes the cake in my face smearing the icing all over my mouth, while her hand continues to beat me off.

The assault to my senses causes me to only be in the moment. The last thing I can comprehend is a wedding cake, until I feel her lips crash into mine.

It was always her kiss. The thing that I kept from her all those months when we first met because deep down I knew if I tasted her, felt her soft lips, breathed her in, I would be lost forever. But I wasn't. I was lost before our kiss. Her kiss forced me to wake up and figure out who I really am.

Now that her lips are on mine, the taste of sugar, cream cheese, and Morgana stir me yet again. My tongue slips in her mouth and I devour her. I bite her lip and our tongues dance together. I hear her moan as I nip at her.