Sugar Baby Sweetie Pie
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“I know I’ve said this to you before, but I’ll never get tired of saying it. I’m so sorry, Juliann. For all the trouble I caused. I was just such a mess back then,” she says.
“It’s okay, hon. You needed help, but now you’re doing so well. How many days now?”
“I stopped drinking a month after he gave you that ring, and I haven’t looked back since.”
I stretch out my arms and we hold each other as she sobs.
“Zack does love you, Francesca, and so do I now too, ok? We’re always here for you. And I know you’ll be the wonderful fun aunt that Charlotte needs in her life.”
“Ok, well, I’m gonna go sit back down. Michael’s been looking at me all day like I’m a juicy little curvy snack, and I think I maybe…I can’t believe I’m gonna say this, but I think I might like it? Maybe Michael’s not so weird after all. He’s really tall, and handsome, and…”
“You deserve happiness, Francesca. Maybe Michael can give that to you?”
She laughs. “Yeah, probably not. But I do enjoy the way he looks at me. I’ve never felt so pretty in my life.”
“Girl, now you know how Zack makes me feel!”
Francesca squeezes me tighter and then pulls away. She heads back into the seating area. I search the back area for my husband, but can’t find him anywhere.
“Zack Elliot, where are you? Don’t tell me you left me here!”
Just then he comes in through the back door with a huge tray of what looks to be…beignets. He sets them down and smiles at me.
“Are you looking for me?”
“Yes! I was worried you changed your mind about marrying me and took off for the Caribbean or something.”
He laughs and takes me in his arms.
“Of course not, sweetie pie. I love you so damn much. I will never leave you.”
“Good. I love you too. Now, where did you get all those beignets? When did you have a chance to make them?”
“I—I—”
“Oh my God, Zack. Just spit it out!”
“I bought them!”
“You bought them?”
“Yes, I bought them, and I know — I’m embarrassed about it, so don’t tease me, ok? I tried to follow your recipe, but they just never tasted right. I’ve been trying for months every chance I had whenever you weren’t around.”
“That’s because I never gave you the secret ingredient, silly boy.”
“What’s the secret ingredient?”
“I’m not giving you that!”
“You are ruthless, Juliann Sweetie Pie Elliot. Absolutely ruthless.”
“You’re so mean, Zack Elliot. But I love you, and I love the sound of my new last name. Let’s go back out to our guests now with those beignets you bought. I promise to tell everyone you made them, even if they’re terrible.”
He places a palm against each of my cheeks and suddenly I’m burning up with my usual intense desire for him.
“I came back here to make out with you. That’s what I told all of them.”
“You did, huh?”
He leans in and presses his lips to mine. And as we kiss, I shudder all over as if it was our first ever instead of just another one of thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands, or millions of kisses. Each one of them is perfect and beautiful. Each one lifting my heart.
Epilogue — Zack
*
“So, what do you think?” I ask.
I’m leading Juliann through the new restaurant Kitty Cat II for the first time now that all the work is finally done and we’re ready to open. Of course, she helped design the look of the restaurant, and pick out the appliances, but she hasn’t yet seen it completed until now.
“Oh, baby, it looks so good!” she gushes. And then she shrieks when she gets into the kitchen and sees everything all sparkly and new.
Juliann leans over the counter, and I get a good shot of her ample cleavage. Perfect, and it makes my cock stiffen as it always does. Three years of marriage, two babies, and a lot of time spent in the kitchen together — but Juliann still turns me on like no one else can. And I know she always will, no matter how her body changes. Her curves have softened in the last few years, especially after those babies. She looks so fucking good that I just want to bend her over-the-counter right now, and I would if she wasn’t two months pregnant with our third.
“Damn, you look amazing,” I growl as I stare at my beautiful, perfect and very sweet wife.
“Stop it. You’re gonna make me blush.”
“Making you blush is one of my purposes in life, sweetie pie.”
She turns away from me and giggles. I turn her face back towards mine and kiss her hard. She’s too damn tempting for me.
I reach under her dress, and slide my fingers into her panties. She moans into my mouth as I rub her clit.
We don’t break from our kiss the entire time, and soon Juliann’s moans are vibrating through my body as she comes undone on my fingers — soaking them with her juices.
She manages to get away from my kiss and catches her breath.
“Damn…I wasn’t…wasn’t expecting that.”
“Sweetie Pie, I can’t believe you weren’t expecting it. Every time I get you alone I am overcome by my urge to make you scream with pleasure.”
“And you’re so good at it,” she whimpers as I watch her still shuddering body experience the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“That’s it,” I reply as I pull my hand out from her panties and unzip my pants. “You’re mine.”
“I’m your girl, Chef,” she says.
Once my jeans are down, I pull her panties off her so fast that she cries out in surprise. I lift her up and she wraps her legs around me. I carry her over to an empty wall and guide my cock to her entrance.
As our bodies connect, her moans flood my waiting ears. Her warmth surrounds and pulsates all over my cock. I take slow and gentle thrusts as we passionately kiss. But then slow just won’t do it anymore. I know I should take it easy on her, but my primal attraction to her just takes over and I pound into her with one powerful thrust after another. Soon our moans are mixing and we explode into perfect bliss together.
But I’m still hard as I set her down. So I turn her around to face the wall, lift up her dress, and return to her sweet warmth.
“Damn girl, you’re a fucking treat,” I growl.
She laughs and then screams as she gushes all over my shaft once again. And then it’s not long for me either as I manage to fill her once more.
As I pull out of her I already can’t wait for the next time I feel her wrapped around me.
“So, you like the kitchen, right?” I ask.
“I love it,” she says. “And I look forward to next time we’re here alone and we can try out one of the tables in the dining area.”
“You’re not that innocent girl I met at the restaurant awards,” I say with a chuckle.
“I’m not. I’ve been corrupted by Zack Elliot.”
“You’ve corrupted me too,” I reply.
“Oh, honey, I didn’t think that was possible!”
“You turned me into a husband and a daddy. If that’s not corruption, then I don’t know what is!”
“Shut up and kiss me again,” she says.
So I do and let the sweetness of her lips reignite my desire. I’ll never get enough of Juliann Sweetie Pie Elliot — my forever girl.
THE END
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