“Oh, your pussy is so ready,” he groans. “Come here, I need a taste.”
I do as he tells me. I sit on the bench, placing my jacket under me, grateful for the darkened windows and the fact that we are at the peak of the wheel. He kneels before me and spreads my legs, then dips his mouth to my heat.
He begins to run his tongue up and down me, tasting me at my core. Heat travels to my center as his tongue flicks my clit, teasing me in the most delicious way.
“Oh Josh,” I whimper, the sensation so insanely good.
“You like that, baby?” he asks, his fingers running over my thighs, then easing open my pussy. He fingers me lightly, slowly, making me gasp loudly. I smile, thinking it’s a good thing we are all alone. “Your muffin tastes so good, so damn good.”
I smile, closing my eyes as he sucks me gently, teasing me to the peak of pleasure, and I feel it in my toes, the building up of heat. I know I am close to coming, and he doesn’t pull back as my thighs start to shake. Instead he licks me faster, in a nice tight circle that has me running my fingers through his hair, panting as the orgasm runs over me.
I’m coming and he seems to love it. He is licking up my juices as I come and I wrap my legs around his neck, his hands on my ass easing me closer, deeper against his mouth. He won’t let me go.
I’m begging for more, for everything. My pussy is hot for him, eager to be filled by him. My body aches to touch his cock, his thick length that was made just for me.
“I want to be closer to you,” I beg. “I want you inside of me. Now.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, and you’re so tight, baby,” he says, his hand on my mound.
“Please.” I look up, the pod rocks and I smile, shocked at our lack of inhibition, but also reveling in the spontaneity. In the magic of the night.
He unzips his jeans and pulls out his length, and I gasp. “You’re so big.” I run my hand over him, his thickness smooth and hard at the same time, and my mouth waters for him.
“I want to suck you,” I tell him.
“I want that too, love, but we might run out of time.”
I nod, understanding. “You promise to let me suck your cock tonight, for dessert?’
He groans, shaking his head as if I’m crazy. Maybe I am. “You have any idea how damn good that sounds?”
I smile, liking the way my words please him.
“Come here, Muffin, sit in my lap.”
I straddle the man who makes me feel alive and seen, knowing that his big cock is about to pop my cherry.
Josh runs his hands over my breasts, reveling in their full, round size. “They are so big and juicy, Jessa. I want to suck them all night.” His words make me so wet and horny. I’m eager for his cock to fill me up, and soon enough, it will. He lowers the cups of my bra to kiss my nipples. I close my eyes, savoring this unexpected night, this perfect date. This man who holds me so tight in his arms.
“Just go nice and slow,” he whispers, holding onto me as I sink down onto his solid shaft. My nipples are hard and my pussy is wet, and I need his big cock in me. So, so bad. Now.
“Like this?” I ask as his thickness eases inside of me, burning my edges in a way that lights me up and makes me feel so good.
“Your muffin is so nice and tight, I fucking love it,” he tells me, his hands on my back, keeping me close. His cock is so meaty and thick, and I feel like I might burst but instead I get so wet, so slick with want that I begin to really enjoy myself. Swiveling my hips as he fills me, I explode, my moans growing loud, panting as he takes me. As he pops my cherry and makes me his woman. His. His. It’s all I want.
God, it feels good. I want this to last all night, but I know eventually we have to dress, to leave this little pod.
Until then, I will let him take me. Deeper and deeper.
I smile and our foreheads touch. “I’m glad you like my muffin.”
“I more than like it. I love it. I love you, all of you.”
His words send a jolt of happiness through me and tears prick my eyes.
“I love you too, Josh.”
He kisses me then, as his big cock fills me up, as the pod we are breaking laws in swings, as the endless night sky stretches before us, making me believe in anything.
Making me believe in us.
Chapter Six
Josh
Thankfully, Jessa had some tissues in her purse and we are able to clean ourselves up, get dressed and laugh until our Ferris wheel pod returns to the ground.
The man in charge of the ride gives us a knowing grin and I tell him thanks again for making our night.
Jessa is bright red, realizing that guy knows what we were doing. “Did I embarrass you?” I tease, picking her up and carrying her on my back.
“Not embarrassed, just…” She leans in and kisses my ear. “You made me feel things, Josh… I’m still all worked up.”
“Still thinking about my cock?” I whisper. She laughs and I know she is. “Don’t worry, Muffin, I’ll get you taken care of again before long.”
We head toward the exit, but first I drop her off at the restroom. “I’ll meet you right back here, okay? I’ll grab us some bottles of water.”
She nods and gives me a quick kiss. I watch her round the corner into the bathroom before crossing over to a food stand selling caramel apples.
The line is long, but I’m parched from the Ferris wheel. I shake my head, running a hand over my jaw, amazed at the way this night has gone. It’s exceeded all my expectations. Jessa is mine now.
When I finally get the water, I head back to the bathroom, but Jessa isn’t out yet. Frowning, I check the time on my phone. It’s been almost ten minutes.
That is when I hear her behind the building.
“Get away from me,” she shouts. “I mean it. Get—”
“I’ll make you pay, you little bit—” But that is as far as it gets because I am not letting anyone talk to my love like that.
I shove the man to the ground as Jessa cries, scared and shaking.
“I know who you are,” I growl, remembering the man from O’Malley’s the other night. He was talking to that woman like she was a piece of meat, something he could take a bite out of if it pleased him.
“Your girl here is a dick tease, a little slu—”
I pull him up by the collar of his shirt. “Don’t you dare say another word about my wife.”
I hear Jessa gasp behind me but I don’t care. I’ll explain to her later how this is going down. She is mine now, heart and soul, and there is nothing that will keep me from her sweet little muffin.
“She fucked me over, lost me my job. She’s a—”
“We’re done here,” I shout, dragging him to the first security guard I see, not giving a flying shit that we are making a scene. I’ll do anything to protect the woman I love.
I explain to the guard that we need this man dealt with. He seems to understand that this jackass threatened my girl because he calls for backup.
But I don’t stay and watch. I have no time for that piece of shit. Instead, I grab my woman’s hand and hold on tight. We’re in this together now, till death do us part.
Jessa
Wife?
The word should send alarm bells ringing in my ear, but instead it does just the opposite. A deep sense of longing sweeps through me as I consider what it would mean if I was truly Josh’s wife.
Happiness. Security. Devotion. Desire.
He may have just said the comment to get Tim away from me — but I think it was more than that.
At least I hope it was.
Alone in his car, I tremble. He notices and reaches for the seatbelt, securing it for me. He takes my hand. “You’re shaking,” he says. “God, I hate what just happened.”
“It’s okay. I’ve dealt with him before.”
“What do you mean?” A dark streak covers his eyes.
“He was the loan officer at the bank when I opened Treat Yourself. He made some really inappropriate comments… and Val encouraged
me to report him. I’m glad I did. I needed to stand up for myself… but it sounds like he lost his job over it.”
Josh clenches his jaw, angry. “I should have punched him when I had the chance.”
I shake my head, cupping Josh’s cheek. “No. You did the exact right thing. It’s not our fight.”
“If I hadn’t been there… shouldn’t have left you alone.”
“You can’t protect me from every asshole. The world is filled with them.”
“I know, but if anything happened to you… God, Jessa, I love you. I want to keep you safe.”
“Life is filled with unknowns. I figure we just need to do our best to hold onto the things we do know.” I blink back tears. “I meant it when I said I loved you,” I tell him. “I don’t want to lose this. What we just found.”
Josh’s frown fades and he draws me to him, kissing me softly on the lips. I melt into his kiss, my eyes closed and my heart open. I love him.
“Well, I meant what I said about you being my wife,” he says, trumping my declaration of love.
I laugh. “You don’t know me.”
“I know you make great muffins,” he says with a smile. “And I know what your other muffin tastes like, too.”
“Is that enough to build a life off of?” I ask, incredulous.
He nods. “The moment I saw you, something stirred in me, Jessa. Something I can’t bear to lose. I love you. And I want to marry you. Maybe it’s too fast and if that’s how you feel, I’ll wait. I can be patient, I can—”
I cut him off.
“I’ll marry you,” I say. His eyes widen in surprise. “I mean it, Josh. I want to marry you. I don’t want to wait.”
He pulls me in for a kiss. “Damn, you made me the happiest man in the world.”
I grin, knowing this is fast, but I am not scared of speed. I’m only scared of losing what I love.
“I think I know what would make you even happier,” I say with a smile.
“What’s that?”
“I promised you dessert, didn’t I?”
Epilogue 1
Jessa
One year later…
After the Ferris wheel — a date that will forever be the best of my life — I didn’t think things could ever get better.
But I was wrong.
So very wrong.
Turns out when you let go and let love, incredible things start to happen. I stopped trying to protect myself and instead of getting broken and bruised, I had a champion. Josh became my knight in shining armor. But not because he thought I was a weak princess who needed saving — no. Josh simply wanted to hold the shield I’d been carrying for so long. He wanted to lighten my load.
It still brings tears to my eyes.
“You okay there, Muffin?” he asks, coming into the kitchen at Treat Yourself.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, dropping the whisk into the bowl of batter. “I thought you had a client coming in late?”
He wraps his arms around me, and I spin to face him. “He cancelled. Which means I have you all to myself for the next few hours before we both pass out.”
Josh kept his word — ever since I told him about my early nights and early mornings, he has kept to my sleep schedule. Some people might think it’s a small thing, but to me, it means so much. It means I never have to go to bed alone — instead, I have my best friend, my husband, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me goodnight.
Well, not just kissing.
Speaking of, I pull him to me, feeling all hot and bothered, and it’s not just because I have the ovens on.
“Lucy is gone for the night. The shop is closed. It’s just you and me,” I tell him, licking my lips.
“In that case, let’s put a bun in the oven.” He unties my apron and I feel my body warm under his touch.
I laugh. My husband and I have been talking about starting our family. Now that my business is stable and I have a handful of employees, and Josh’s client list is strong, we feel like the time is right.
Little does he know, though, that something is already baking.
I bite my lip. “Actually, I think there is already something cooking.”
He frowns. “What do you mean?”
I pull out the pregnancy test from my apron pocket. Two bright pink lines reveal the truth: we’re having a baby.
“I was making you blueberry muffins. It was how I was going to tell you about our little blueberry, but I couldn’t wait.”
Josh lifts me up off the floor, wrapping me in his big, capable arms. “Oh, Jessa,” he says, kissing me. “This is so wonderful.”
The warmth in his voice tells me he means it. He truly is as happy as I am. When we got married six months ago, his mom was already hinting at a grandchild. “Your mother is going to be thrilled.”
He chuckles. “I don’t want to think about my parents right now.”
“No? I thought you might like to call them.”
“Not yet. First, I need to show you how happy I am.”
I giggle, feeling his growing thickness that presses against my belly as my feet reach the floor.
“Oh, I already have an idea,” I tell him. I unbuckle his belt and trousers, and press my hand into his pants. “I’ve been so horny the last few days… I think it’s because I’m carrying your child.”
“That makes you hot?” he asks with a groan as I drop to my knees.
“So hot,” I say, licking my lips. I stroke his shaft the way I know he loves, the cool tile floor of the kitchen not bothering me because right now I am focused on my lover. My husband. The father of my child.
The love of my life.
I take him in my mouth — it’s one of my favorite things to do. I lick his hard cock, popping his tip past my lips, savoring the creamy drop of precome waiting for me and feeling my pussy get nice and wet.
Nothing gets me going like sucking Josh’s cock. I look up, my eyes meeting his. He runs his hands through my hair, letting the bun down, and my whole body turns up ten degrees. I want him so bad. All of him. He knows it.
Our first time was on an amusement park ride, and since then we have had sex in tons of equally adventurous places. The dressing room at a clothing store, the bathroom on the airplane taking us to Tahiti for our honeymoon… once at a movie, we sat in the back row and we got so turned on, he fingered me until I came.
So yeah, we like a bit of a thrill.
But then there are moments like this, in my shop, where we can get really wild. Really loud.
His cock is so rigid, so ready. I stroke him, sucking harder, greedily wanting him to come in my mouth.
He’s close, he stills against me and I grip his ass, wanting to deepthroat him as he comes in my mouth. He tastes so good, so salty and manly. Like my man.
He wants more, I can tell. Good, because so do I.
He helps me to my feet with a hungry look in his eyes. He strips me of my clothing quickly, tossing away his own tie and shirt. I’m in a pair of tiny blue panties and a lacy bra. He unclasps it, wanting to suck my tits, which I want too, but God, my pussy needs his touch. Now.
His tongue twirls around my hard nipple and I take his hand, pressing it to my pussy.
He begins to finger me the way I love, then sets me on the countertop, parting my knees nice and wide, and drops his mouth to my juicy folds.
I brace my hands to the counter to steady me as he devours me. I hook a leg over his shoulder, gasping then moaning as he fingers me nice and deep. He flicks my clit with his tongue. He doesn’t stop until I am so wet and juicy for him that there is only one thing left to do to my tight hole.
Fill it.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Your muffin is so wet, Mama.”
“Mama?” I say with a smile. My tits bounce as he continues to eat me out. He loves to lick me and I admit to thinking it’s the most delicious experience in the world.
“Yes, you’re a mama now. But that doesn’t change my affinity for your sweet, creamy muffin.”
E
pilogue 2
Josh
5 years later…
My secretary buzzes me at my desk and tells me I have guests. Kourtney stopped working for me years ago — she finally deleted the dating apps on her phone — the ones she never actually used — and found herself her own happily ever after.
I walk to the door, and find my wife and daughter walking toward me. I break into a smile.
Jessa doesn’t come to the office too often, but when she pops in with Ginger, it always makes my day.
“Hey ladies, to what do I owe this surprise?” I ask, leaning down to give my little girl a big hug and kiss. Ginger got her name for two reasons — she has red hair like her mama, and Jessa was obsessed with gingersnaps when she was pregnant.
I wonder what she will be craving this time around.
“And how are you doing, Muffin?” I ask my wife. Kissing her and then resting a hand on her slight baby bump.
“We have a big surprise, Daddy!”
“Really?’
Jessa grins. “We got the results from the doctor. I found out the gender.”
The doctor had wanted to do an extra early blood draw when Jessa found out she was pregnant a few weeks ago. She had a hard pregnancy with Ginger, and we wanted to make sure everything was okay this time around. Another perk being that we’d find out the gender early.
“Is everything okay with the baby?”
Jessa nods. “There is no cause for worry. It’s a perfectly healthy pregnancy.”
“Oh, thank God.” I exhale deeply, having been so concerned. Jessa and Ginger are my whole world.
“Daddy, do you want the surprise?” Ginger asks, twirling in an excited circle, her dress swishing along with her red hair.
“Sure, what is it?”
“Cupcakes!” she exclaims.
“Special cupcakes,” Jessa adds, opening a box. Inside, there are only two cupcakes.
“Okay, what makes them special?”
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