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Exhausted from a long, busy day, washed down serving trays, smiling at the memory of that morning. It seemed like a million years ago, but Daniel hadn’t let her forget it. Every smile, every look, every “accidental” brush of their bodies or hands, held the memory of them together and brought a rush of heat to her cheeks.

Daniel walked in and she glanced up, seeing a grin spreading over his face.

“What?” She cocked her head, wiping her hands on her apron, unable to keep an answering smile from her face. “What is it?”

“You’re not going to believe this.” Daniel’s grin widened as he come over to her, putting his arms around her waist and burying his face in her hair. “We’re going to be rich.”

“What?” she asked again, pulling back so she could study his face. “What in the world are you talking about?”

“John Vandersloot.”

“The… chef?” She blinked at him in surprised. She watched his show on the Food Network.

“He wants your buns.” Daniel grinned, hands moving down to squeeze her ass. “But these are mine.”

“Daniel…” She giggled, tilting her head so he could kiss her throat, her eyes closing in response. “Can you tell me, please?”

“Oh, right.” His head came up. “John Vandersloot wants your buns. He’s starting some sort of food show—you know like that entrepreneur show, Shark Tank? Except just for food. He wants our buns to be on the first episode.”

“You’re kidding?”

“Not kidding.” Daniel shook his head, his grin widening. “Not that I blame him for wanting your buns. Damn, girl, they are so fine…”

“Wait, wait.” Sara tried to get her bearings with his hands kneading her ass and his cock pressed hard against her hip. “He was here tonight?”

“Your sweet buns were gone before dinner was even served,” he told her, eyes gleaming. “What did you put in them, crack? Mmmm crack…”

“Daniel!” She giggled, feeling him edging her skirt up in back, his fingers probing her crack through her panties. “You know, I did add something. Here, I saved you one. I wanted to get your opinion.”

She reached over to get the one last hidden sweet bun from a little cardboard box. Daniel raised his eyebrows as she brought it to his mouth. He bit into the roll, chewing thoughtfully, then he gave a little moan, his eyes closing as he savored the taste.

“What’s in these?” he asked, taking another bite of the bun in her hand, licking his lips. “Damn! Whoa. These are amazing!”

“Your cum gave me the idea,” she whispered into his ear, feeling his cock throb against her. “It was so sweet from the mead. And all that talk of buns and icing… I just put them all together.”

“Put what all together?” he asked through a mouth full of sticky bun.

“The buns and the icing and the mead, silly.” She laughed. “I added mead to the dough, and just a little bit to the icing. Can’t you taste the honey?”

“Mmmm I want to taste my honey.” He grinned, taking another big bite of the bun and tearing a bit off to feed it to her.

“When we get home tonight.” Sara smiled. Her mother was already gone. She’d packed her things and moved into her own apartment. She’d offered one of the bedrooms to her daughter, who had politely declined. Sara wasn’t leaving Daniel’s side, not ever again.

“I don’t think I can wait,” Daniel growled, sharing the last of the sticky bun as Sara’s fingers traced the line of his cock through his slacks. She licked his fingers, sucked them, and felt his cock jump.

“What are you doing?” she whispered as he scanned the kitchen—it was after hours, and they were alone—turning her and pushing her down an aisle of shelves filled floor to ceiling with condiments and other boxed supplies.

“Daniel!” she gasped when he turned her to face the shelves and pressed her against them. Then, he crouched down, pulling up her long, flowing black skirt.

Once he let it fall over his head, she felt him pull her panties to her ankles. He immediately went to work biting, kissing and licking her ass, his hands moving around to her mound, rubbed over her there and up over her belly.

She kept looking around her, expecting someone to come in—with their luck, it would be John Vandersloot himself—but the kitchen remained empty. Finally, she gave into her body and Daniel’s will as he moved her thighs apart and his fingers opened her folds.

One long groan escaped from under her skirt as he licked at her, making her wet and yet lapping up her juices as she responded to him. She heard him growl between her legs and looked around again. All her senses heightened when he moved a finger up inside her. She gasped, feeling her inner walls clamp down around him.

“Please?” she begged. It wasn’t enough. She wanted him. Needed him. “Oh Daddy, please, please, fuck me!”

He growled at that, responding instantly, coming out from under her skirt. She glanced back at him, still crouched down and looking up at her, face glistening, like a naughty boy caught with his mouth buried in the sweetest pastry.

“We could get caught,” she warned, but he didn’t care, and she didn’t really care either.

He had her pressed up against the shelves, skirt hiked up again, his pants already dropped to his ankles as he pressed into her pussy from behind. The rush of it, doing this in a strange kitchen, the risk of getting caught, being with a man who’d acted as her father for years, having him fuck her—it all swirled in her head, flowing through her body, giving her something far beyond a sugar rush.

“Oh, baby, you feel so good.” He whispered this against her ear as he pumping his thick, hot length into her waiting, trembling cunt. She had been aching for this since that morning, dreaming of it, but never thought it would be like this. “I can’t wait to fuck that ass of yours when we get home tonight.”

His words made her quiver all over.

“You wanna ice my buns again, Daddy?” she panted, rocking her hips faster, grinding back against him.

“Sara,” he warned when she squeezed her pussy around him, bringing her thighs together, making the wet pulse of her pussy even tighter. “Ohhhh yes, baby, you’re gonna squeeze all Daddy’s icing out of his dick. Is that what you want?”

“Oh God!” Sara cried out at his words. She couldn’t stop her own orgasm from taking over, her belly clenching, her clit throbbing as he pounded into her from behind. “Nnn! Nnnn! Daddy! Coming! Ohhh!”

He grabbed her breasts in both hands, pumping furiously in and out of her pulsing wetness, making low grunting growls deep in his throat.

“Sara, baby, oh fuck, cupcake I’m gonna… fuckkkk!”

“Come all over me!” she begged him, reaching back and grabbing the globes of her ass in both hands, balancing against the shelves, her cheek up against a cardboard box that contained, of course, frosting. Creamy. Homestyle, the box said.

“Ahhhhh yeah, yeah!” Daniel moaned, slipping his cock out of her spasming channel at the last moment, riding the seam of her crack, cum spilling from the head of cock to splash her ass. She felt it, each contraction of his cock, his cum rising up the thick length of his shaft as he iced her sweet, sweet buns again and again. Daniel moaned, shaking his dick one last time, sprinkling the last little bit onto her quivering flesh.

Luckily, there was a box of napkins handy, and he cleaned her up quickly, letting her pull her panties back up. Sara’s body still hummed with a naughty but scrumptious desire.

“Clean me up again, cupcake,” he urged, kissing her and then pushing her down to her knees. Sara took his still hard cock between her lips, loving the way he moaned at the sensation.

“Know what?” he mused, watching as she tenderly licked him clean, his hand moving in her hair. “We’re gonna call our new product Sara’s Sweet Buns.”

“We are?” She smiled, rubbing the softening tip of his cock over her lips, the sweetest icing ever.

“So every time I hear the name, I think of you.” He reached down and brought her up so he could kiss her. Sara pulled his slacks and boxers up, zipping and tucking.

“You’re going to be mine,” he growled against her lips, thrilling her with his words. Then his voice dropped conspiratorially and he whispered, “This will be our secret until the divorce is final. Then we’ll patent the recipe and build an international baking empire together—with a little help from our new investor.”

Sara put her arms around him and their kiss deepened almost as fast as their feelings, each of them experiencing how they tasted together. They were delicious. She had never felt or tasted anything sweeter in her life. Sara knew, and she thought Daniel did too, the way he held her so tight, explored her so deeply, that it was all the sustenance they’d both ever need.

 

The End

 

ABOUT SELENA KITT

Selena Kitt is a NEW YORK TIMES bestselling and award-winning author of erotic and romance fiction. She is one of the highest selling erotic writers in the business with over a million books sold!

Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch out-this kitty also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.

When she’s not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing company (excessica.com) and bookstore (excitica.com), as well as two erotica and erotic romance promotion companies (excitesteam.com and excitespice.com).

Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of “exceptional literary quality.”

She can be reached on her website at
www.selenakitt.com

 

BONUS EXCERPT

LITTLE BRATS: TINA

By Selena Kitt

Chubby Tina thinks she couldn’t hate herself any more than she already does, when she overhears her skinny mother telling a friend, “We’re going to be stuck with Tina forever. No guy is ever going to want her.” It’s her first year of college, and she vows to move in with a girlfriend instead of stay with her parents anymore. That is, until her stepfather catches her with going out the door in the middle of the night with a suitcase. Tina finally, tearfully confesses, and is surprised by her stepfather’s insight and perspective—and how willing he is to show her just how beautiful and loveable he thinks she really is.

EXCERPT:

“What the hell?” she whispered, licking her lips and leaning in to get a closer look. She knew her stepfather watched porn—that’s why the adult pay channels had been locked—but not
this
kind of porn. The girl on the screen wasn’t the usual dyed-blond porn-type with long, tanned legs and fake breasts and a tiny waist. This was a
real
girl, about her age, she guessed—thick and curvy. Her breasts were definitely real. She could tell.

Tina clicked the little triangle in the middle of the screen to make the video play. The sound was off, but she watched as the guy parted the girl’s chubby thighs, her pussy shaved smooth, her lips swollen, red and fat as he smacked them with the head of his cock. The girl’s head went back as he slid his cock home. She reached for him, and her breasts began to sway as he fucked her. Yep, definitely real, Tina noted.

She found the sound and turned it up, frowning when nothing came out of the speakers. Then she noticed the ear buds on her stepfather’s big, antique desk, plugged into the laptop. She slipped them into her ears, the sound of fucking filling her head, sending a hot jolt of excitement down between her legs. She followed the sensation with her hand, cupping her mound, rubbing it over her panties—she was wearing just those and a t-shirt, ready for bed—as she watched the girl on the screen get pounded.

She looks like me.
She did—at least a little. Definitely her body type, and even her coloring.

“Ohhhh Daddy, yes, fuck your little girl’s tight baby pussy!”

Tina gaped at the screen, her breath caught in her throat. Of course, the older man fucking the younger girl on her stepfather’s computer wasn’t
really
that girl’s daddy. That would be illegal. And wrong. But… but somehow the thought that it
might
be, just the fantasy of it, made her pussy ache like it never had before.

Tina leaned back in the big leather chair, putting one foot up on the seat so her legs were spread, rubbing her clit through her panties. Her arousal was so instantaneous that they were sticky already, the crotch damp as she tugged it aside, letting her fingers play in her wetness.

“You like Daddy’s big cock?” the guy on the screen growled, pulling the length of it out so she could see it glistening before driving it back in, deep.

“Yes, Daddy! Oh yes! I love your big fucking dick inside me!” The girl used a kind of sing-song voice, high and sweet, and the man groaned, grabbing onto her breasts as they swayed on her chest. Tina watched as he squeezed and kneaded them, just like Ray used to do to her. Then he rolled her over to her belly, making her get up on her hands and knees.

“Oh god,” she whispered, watching as the girl did as she was told, putting her bottom up high, her cheek resting against the mattress. She could almost feel that thick, hard cock sliding into her like that, from behind, those big hands gripping her.

“You’ve got a gorgeous ass, baby,” he groaned, slapping it as he began to pump himself inside her. “Just fucking gorgeous.”

Tina flushed at his words, her clit throbbing under her fingers as she rubbed herself, watching the couple on the screen fucking harder, faster, really getting into it now. She was too, so close to coming she was quivering all over. She knew she had to hurry—her parents would be home soon and she didn’t want to be caught on her stepfather’s password-protected computer. In fact, she was so close, she probably wouldn’t have heard it if one of the ear buds hadn’t slipped from her ear at that moment.

“I’ll be just a few minutes!” her stepfather called on the other side of the door.

Tina just reacted, snapping the computer’s lid closed and tossing the ear buds on the desk before sliding underneath it to hide in the cubbyhole. The desk was enormous, antique, so heavy the movers had cursed and grunted getting it up the stairs, and Tina shrank to the very back of the dark space, trying to keep quiet. She was breathing far too hard, and she gulped, trying to calm her racing heart.

The door opened and she closed her eyes, putting a hand over her own mouth to silence herself. Her stepfather turned on the light—she hadn’t bothered—and then locked the door. She heard the tell-tale “click.” Tina swallowed, trying to make herself smaller as he came over toward the desk—she heard his dress shoes on the hardwood floor.

She tried not to breathe at all as her stepfather opened his laptop, sitting in the big leather chair where she had just been touching herself. He was still in his suit, and his knees invaded her space as he slid closer to the screen. Oh god—if he found her here…

 

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