Rise: Contemporary Romance (Creamy's Bakery Book 2) by Aspen Drake Read Free Book Online Page A

her, allowing the vibrations of my voice to stimulate her more. Her hand clamps down on my head and pushes me harder onto her. My face is covered in her juice as I work my tongue up and down her opening.
    “God, Mason.” She’s panting as she calls out my name. “I want you to―ugh, god.” She moans again as I suck hard on her clit.
    “What’s that, babe?” I ask coyly.
    “Fuck me…Mason. Please.” Her breaths are shallow and sexy as fuck. My cock pulses at the invitation. Reaching for my pants, I grab my wallet and extract the condom I have stored there. Her eyes dance with excitement when she sees what I’ve pulled out.
    Her legs splay wider before me but I shake my head and smirk. A pout forms on her lips for a moment before her grin returns when I flip her over and make her lean across the end with her ass facing me.
    I quickly roll the condom onto my shaft then move toward her. When I’m close enough to feel her heat, I glide my tip over her wet lips, lubricating the condom and teasing her with my shaft. She moans again, begging for me to take her.
    When the teasing becomes unbearable for both of  us, I acquiesce and plunge inside her. She feels even better than I imagined she would. Her tight folds seem to grip my cock, providing friction that sets my nerves on fire. I pump in and out of her, grinding my cock as far as it’ll go until my balls slap her pussy.
    Beth grips the edge of the couch, trying not to wake Isla. “Oh, god… Fuck, yes!”
    Her strained voice causes my balls to draw up.
    “Beth, fuck. You feel so fucking good.” My voice is raspy as my dick continues to invade her depths. Instinctively, I grab each side of her waist, pushing into her even deeper. An animalistic cry emits from Beth as she pushes back into me, slapping her ass onto my stomach and rocking.
    “God, Mason. I’m going to come.”
    I thrust within her at an even faster rate. When her body tenses and begins to shake, I know she’s started to climax. The sight of her body affected by mine causes my own orgasm to finally roll through me. My cock pulses and releases load after load into her. Warm cream fills the condom as I continue to pump, never releasing her from the waves of bliss she’s riding.
    Her body twitches and shakes as she cries out over and over. Her sated moans keep my cock pumping into her until I’m completely spent.
    Sweat drips from my brow as I lean over and rest my forehead against her shoulders. Giving her back a light kiss, I pull my cock out of her and quickly remove the condom, tying it off and tossing it onto my jeans.
    Beth takes slow, deep breaths for several moments before she turns over to look at me, her face flush from ecstasy. Her bright smile and glazed eyes have me feeling like a super hero. Shifting her slightly, I slide between the couch cushions and Beth and hold her.
    Pulling her tightly against my chest, I wrap my arms around her body as we bask in post-coital bliss. After a few minutes, her breathing calms and begins to match mine. Realizing our chests are rising in sync, I smile. It’s like we’re two pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly together.
    I fall asleep with her in my arms, wondering what I must do to make sure this woman, this angel, stays in my life.

 
     
     
    Chapter Seven
    Becca
     
    When I get to the shop, I pull around to the back parking lot where employees are required to park. Mason is supposed to open the store with me this morning, but looking around the lot, I don’t see his Jeep Cherokee.
    When I notice Cody sitting on his motorcycle, I sigh. Fuck my life. His bright grin causes my stomach to do flips. He removes his helmet, shaking out his brown hair and letting it tussle in the wind. His blue eyes meet mine as he waves.
    Walking toward the back entrance of Creamy’s, I force myself not to look at him when I pass by his bike. “What are you doing here?”
    “Nice to see you too, Becca,” he says with a laugh. “Mason asked me to fill in for him