The Magic Cupcake

by River Laurent

  Chapter Fifty-Five

  Jackson

  “Lauren,” I gasp. I can’t even begin to describe the sensations this woman arouses in me. She truly can bring me to my knees with just a smile or a look from those soft eyes of her. I feel as if I belong to her heart and soul. As if I’ve always been waiting for her.

  “You make me so damn hot, baby,” I groan.

  “Oh yeah,” she replies throatily with a naughty expression in her eyes.

  “What is it?”

  She lays back on the bed. “Watch me,” she purrs.

  She opens her legs wide and I see the black string of her thong stuck between her pussy lips. I feel my breath hitch and my heart starts beating faster with excitement. Jesus! She playing the part of a dirty slut, but that black string stuck between her flesh, is the sweetest most innocent thing I’ve ever seen.

  Licking her lips, she lifts the black string and exposes her glistening pink folds. She curls her hips upwards presenting all of her to me. Her face, her ripe breasts, her pussy, all of it was exposed to my eyes. I can even see the tightly puckered flesh of her ass. My balls tighten in anticipation. One day that will be mine too.

  “Do it,” I snarl. Who the hell am I? When she is around, I become an animal.

  Her fingertips brush her clit lightly and her mouth opens in a moan of pleasure. Her fingers slide lower, caressing the lips of her pussy, sliding back and forth along either side. Then she slides her index finger inside, a furtive, almost shy dip. It is as if her pussy sucks in her whole finger. Her finger begins to slide back out, before darting back in as deep as it will go. As she fingers herself, her back arches. I watch hungrily as she slides two fingers into her pussy, plunging them in deep while her hips rock and her nipples stiffen with pleasure.

  When she adds a third finger and pushes them all in. I cannot help my hand from fisting my cock and stroking myself.

  “Do you want me to stop?” she asks, her voice throaty.

  “No.” I want to see it all. I watch her fingers plunging in and out faster and faster until her entire body stiffens and she starts to come.

  Then I reach down and pull her hand away from her body so I can watch her pussy come in all its glorious exquisite detail: swollen, twitching, and spurting hot juices. Her cheeks are deliciously rosy and her body is still bowed when I crouch between her legs, desperate to taste and pleasure her. I lick her wet pussy. Her hands claw into my hair.

  Loving the taste and the scent of her, I thrust my tongue deeper inside. Like a fat kid sucking ice cream I suck and lick her until another orgasm barrels through her body and her sweet cum spills into my mouth and runs down my chin.

  “I want to ride you.” Her voice is thick with desire.

  I sit at the edge of the bed and watch her breasts bounce as she straddles me. Her hand slips around behind my neck and she begins to slowly ride me, as if on a bucking bronco, grinding her hips on me, her flat stomach rolling with each movement. Then she drags her open pussy along the entire length of my erection.

  “Holy fuck!” I growl.

  Her hand comes up to her breast, and her finger traces around her nipple, caressing it. Then she throws her head back and thrusts her chest forward. When I bend my head towards it, the little tease pulls away.

  I groan with frustration.

  The involuntary sound brings her nipple closer again.

  This time I move faster, but she has already anticipated it, and all I manage to do is dart my tongue out and lick the bud before she moves out of reach. I start to positively ache for the taste of them. When her nipples come closer, fast as lightning, I suck one of the tight little pink nubs into my mouth.

  My hand reaches for the condom, but she grabs my hand and stops me. “We won’t need that. I want to feel your bare cock deep inside me.” She pauses. “Please,” she mouths silently.

  I stare at her. God, I want nothing more.

  Smiling softly, she raises her ass and curls her hand around my dick. Watching my face for my reaction, she positions herself over it and slowly, inch by inch, sits on the thick shaft of my cock. As her pussy is stretched and filled to its limit, she closes her eyes and moans softly as if she is experiencing something divine. Then she begins to ride me hard and firm, her pussy milking my cock. It sends me over the edge. Pleasure explodes inside me, I pump out spurt after spurt of my cum inside her.

  Lauren then lays against my body, exhausted and satiated.

  She doesn’t say anything, but the tip of her tongue traces a love heart on my neck.

  Jackson

  “Making you smile is the best feeling in the world,” I tell her as we sit on the balcony wrapped in fluffy white hotel bathrobes and having breakfast in the warm morning sun,

  She grins. Even blushes a little.

  “All of this is amazing,” she says, looking around. “But you make me smile without any of this. Not that I’m complaining.”

  “I hope not. As this is the best French toast I’ve ever had!” I pop the last piece into my mouth and top up our coffee cups.

  “With the best view,” she adds, buttering a croissant.

  “I still can’t believe your friend Pam is David’s fiancée! That’s crazy.”

  “I know! I told the girls this morning and they couldn’t believe it either. The wedding is going to be so much fun.”

  “And I get to go home with one of the bridesmaids. I always wanted to do that,” I say, winking at her.

  “There are three bridesmaids. I hope you mean me.”

  “Every other girl fades in comparison to you, Lauren,” I state seriously

  She rolls her eyes and gives me a look. “Clyde, I thought you were meant to be a dangerous bad boy not a romantic sap.”

  I laugh. “Oh, really? Anymore talk like that and I’ll have to take you back to bed and show you just how bad I can be.”

  Her eyes twinkle with naughtiness and my cock twitches under my robe. “Fine. You have no one to blame, but yourself.”

  She shrieks with giggles as I hoist her over my shoulder and carry her back to our messy bed, sheets and petals strewn everywhere. I throw her onto the bed, tugging her bathrobe open and bury my head between her sweet thighs.

  Chapter Fifty-Six

  Lauren

  I sigh with contentment as the masseuse wraps me in a towel and leaves us alone in the dimly lit room of the hotel spa, soothing music playing and scented candles burning. I look over at Jackson and he’s smiling at me dopily.

  “That was so good,” I whisper.

  He nods and stretches his arm out towards me.

  I take his hand and smile to myself, thinking about our gorgeous lazy day. From our amazing breakfast with a view, making love and watching a horror movies, then finally an hour long massage to end the perfect day.

  “It’s been amazing,” I whisper to him again. “Thank you for everything.”

  “My pleasure,” he tells me. “But it’s not over yet,” he adds, winking and slowly pulling himself to his feet.

  I ease myself up too, my body feeling supple and refreshed. “What do you mean?”

  “You’ll see,” he says mysteriously. Once we’re dressed though, he tells me that it’s nothing special. “I just booked us a table for dinner, that’s all.”

  He leads me through the hotel lobby to one of the restaurants and I gasp when we get inside. It’s like a tropical paradise with a pool in the middle and a band playing on a gondola-style boat.

  “Never been here before?”

  I shake my head, looking around, taking it all in. “This place is cool.”

  Then, across the hazily-lit room, I notice a blonde bob… a head of long black curls… a brightly colored cap that can only belong to one person. I look up at Jackson in surprise but he’s smiling.

  “Shall we go and join them?” he says, his eyes full of love.

  “Did you arrange this?” I ask him. Of course, he did. “You’re something else,” I say, shaking my head in amazement.

  As w
e head towards them, I realize Pam is there too. Matthew as well, sitting next to Nina. And a tall dark gentleman in a suit next to Andrea who must be Ricardo!

  “Hi everyone!” I yell as we reach the table.

  “Hey lovebirds,” Andrea grins, standing up to greet us.

  Everyone else follows suit and I’m grinning from ear to ear. Now this really is the perfect end to a perfect weekend.

  “So, how come you’re not in Tahoe, Jackson?” Pam asks.

  “Work commitments,” he grunts.

  I punch his arm. “Are you referring to me as work?”

  He laughs, catches my hand, puts his arm around my waist possessively. It makes me wonder if this is for Mathews benefit. I should tell him I’m not Mathew’s type, or maybe I won’t. It’s wonderful to be so wanted.

  He addresses Pam, “Have you heard from them?”

  “Nope,” she says, rolling her eyes. “I don’t think I want to know what they’re up to, to be honest.”

  “I won’t show you the photos Joe sent me then,” Jackson says, smirking.

  Pam’s eyes grow wide.

  He laughs and gets out his phone. “Relax. It’s nothing to worry about.” He shows us all a picture of a group of guys all dressed up in bear suits with their skis and poles, on top of a mountain.

  “Oh, my God,” she cries out laughing, “What the heck!”

  “Aw, I bet you wish you were there,” I say to him.

  “Are you kidding? I’ve had the best weekend with you.” He smiles at me, his green eyes twinkling.

  I smile back so hard, it feels as if my face could break into two.

  “You guys make me want to throw up!” Andrea cackles.

  I give her a look.

  “Andrea, have you not got a single romantic bone in your body?” Ricardo asks in a sexy Italian accent, but his dark eyes are smiling.

  “I think you have enough romance in you for the both of us!” Andrea retorts.

  I wonder what she means. She certainly hasn’t told us about any of his romantic gestures and I make a note to grill her about it later.

  We take our seats in the two empty spaces next to Nina and Matthew. I’m a little apprehensive to see how Jackson and Matthew will interact but to my relief, they shake each other’s hands affably.

  “How’s it going, man?” Jackson says, grinning.

  “Great, thanks.” He’s beaming and so is Nina sitting next to him.

  I’m happy to see that my match-making skills seem to be working well so far!

  “Thanks so much for taking Draco out today,” I tell Nina. “And for all the photos! You took him for a long walk. I bet he’s exhausted!”

  “He wolfed down his food and then he’s been sleeping on the sofa all afternoon,” she reports.

  “After he almost got his hands on my lunch!” Matthew chimes in. “He’s a gorgeous dog you’ve got there. If a little greedy.”

  I’m laughing. “Oh god, I know. He’ll eat anything that one! He has a particular penchant for pizzas!”

  “And cupcakes,” Jackson adds, grinning.

  Nina bursts out laughing and Matthew glances at her for an explanation.

  I give her a warning look. I’d rather I build up my reputation at work a little more before he finds out anything about the love potion saga. “How’s the project going?” I ask Danny quickly.

  “Wonderfully, thanks,” he says, adjusting his cap. “Although I was a little late going in today… distractions…” he adds with a knowing look.

  “Handyman Darren?” I ask.

  His face tells me I’m right. I smile back happily.

  Chapter Fifty-Seven

  Lauren

  One Week Later.

  “Draco, where are you?”

  I hear the pad of his slow footsteps coming towards me from my bedroom and meet him in the hall, giving him a big hug. His tail is wagging furiously.

  “Aw, I missed you too, sweetheart,” I tell him, nuzzling my face into his scraggy fur.

  Jackson’s laughing at me. “It’s only been two days without him, you soppy thing. I’ll have to make sure I invite him for our next weekend away then, won’t I?”

  My eyes light up and I grin. “Next weekend away? That sounds nice. Where are we going?”

  “Wherever you want, my gorgeous girl. I’d take you to the moon if I could!”

  “Hmm not sure I’d even want to go to the moon to be honest,” I say with a laugh.

  “Well, how about Tahoe then? There’s a few weeks left of the season… and some great hiking around there too. I bet Draco would love it.”

  “That sounds amazing!” I tell him. “Maybe we could get somewhere with a hot tub? Andrea gave me a great tip I want to try out.”

  He grins. “Oh, really? You’re getting tips from Andrea now, are you?

  “Trust me, you’ll like this one.” My cheeks get hot just thinking about Andrea’s tip.

  He puts his hand on my face and I look up at him again. “Lauren… I know this might not be the most romantic setting to tell you this,” he says, from his position on the floor of my hallway, sitting there cross-legged with Draco in between us.

  “We can go sit on the couch?” I offer.

  “No, wait,” he says. “My heart is beating faster and faster.”

  I look at him, surprised by his admission. “Really?”

  “Lauren… I love you. I love you so much. I love everything about you. Your tenderness. Your craziness. Your ambition. Your love for your friends, and your dear old dog. I think you’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”

  He’s holding my hands. My heart feels like it’s going to explode. Draco nudges me with his paw as if to say, go on, say something. And even the little cynical Andrea in my head is asking me what the hell I’m waiting for. Why I didn’t say it before? Of course, there is nothing to be scared of. He’s not going to hurt me. I can just come out and say it.

  “I love you too,” I blurt out.

  Draco lets out a cheerful yap and we both start giggling then we’re in each other’s arms. Kissing each other like there’s no tomorrow.

  “So, no more silly arguments,” he says.

  I nod. “No more getting jealous of work colleagues,” I add.

  He grins and nods too.

  My phone buzzes on the floor next to me and I glance at it. Then pick it up when I see the sender.

  “Zelda?”

  “Is that the gypsy?” he asks, curiously.

  I nod and open the message warily.

  All’s well that ends well. True love comes to those who deserve it.

  “That’s so weird,” I say. “How could she know?”

  Jackson shrugs. “Don’t ask me. I’ve never met the woman.”

  “Are you glad I went to her, Jackson?”

  “Look, I know it’s too early to talk about serious stuff,” he whispers. “But one day, I’m going to ask you to marry me. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”

  I try to laugh or act cool, but the tears start rolling down my cheeks. Then I’m shaking my head, saying sorry, laughing and crying at the same time.

  He’s laughing too and hugging me tight.

  I just know everything is going to be ok. With or without the magic cupcake!

  The End

  Cherry Popper (Sample Chapters)

  Blurb

  Jesse

  I was the poor kid from the wrong end of town, and she was the little rich girl who thought she was better than me.

  F**k her, I told my young heart. It wasn't like I’d go without. And I didn’t. My bedroom became a revolving door.

  Years later and she's back in my small town.

  Well, well, the little rich girl has become a luscious woman with curves I want to lick. Best part of all is she's in a jam and needs my help.

  Sure, baby. Sure, I think I might have just the tool you need…

  Mia

  He doesn’t know it, but I was crazy about him. I only turned him down because I didn�
��t want to be just another notch on his bedpost. Not that it bothered him, with his wicked smile and piercing blue eyes he went on to pop the cherries of so many girls he earned the title of Cherry Popper.

  After college, I moved to the city, but now I’m back for my friend’s wedding, and the first person I run into is him.

  Oh my, but he's a sight for sore eyes. The grown up, Jesse Cooper all hard muscles and oozing sex appeal, may even be able to fix my…uh…other problem too…

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  A sexy, curvy girl, standalone romance with HEA.

  Cherry Popper

  Copyright © 2018 by River Laurent

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  All characters in this publication are fictitious, any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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  Chapter One

  Mia

  My head knew, and maybe my heart always knew, but my body stood there like a damn fool.