Birthday Wishes - The List: Book 1

Birthday Wishes - The List: Book 1 by Braxton Cole

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Authors: Braxton Cole
just yet. If he moved quickly, he could save breakfast. It took everything in me to remain seated.
    "Oh! Shit." He spun back to the stove and lifted the pan from the burner. He grabbed a plate at the same time and slid the French toast onto it. He topped it with whipped cream and strawberries, turned off the stove, grabbed a fork, and joined me at the breakfast bar again.
    "Nice save."
    "Thank you." He gave a formal, short bow and laughed.
    With food directly in front of me, I was instantly starved. Thank goodness I didn't normally react like that or I'd weigh four thousand pounds. I reached for the fork and he slapped my hand away.
    "I got this." He cut off a bite and offered it to me.
    I raised my eyebrow. Was he serious? This was breakfast, not foreplay. I could totally feed myself.
    "Are you going to let me do this or do I need to tie your hands behind your back again?" He used that sexy in charge voice and I melted.
    Apparently , I was wrong. This was totally foreplay. I clasped my hands together behind my back and opened my mouth.
    "Good." He slipped the fork between my lips, his eyes darkened as he watched me lick the whipped cream from the fork.
    He fed me the entire serving, watching closely as I took the food into my mouth. I ran my tongue over my lips, over the fork, over every single thing I could think of. I really wanted to run it over his lips, but he was clearly in charge and lunging at him was not allowed. I wasn't in the mood for punishment. It didn't feel like a good match with sexy morning time. It was on my list of things for dark and seedy, not bright and cheery.
    When I finished, he rewarded me with a hungry, needy kiss and I whimpered. He could make me breakfast every day of the week if he kissed me like that at the end.
    "Such a good girl." He encircled me and gripped my hands where they were still clasped together. He held them both in one of his hands and squeezed gently, the same way he had the night before and my cunt was on instant alert, hot, throbbing, and ready for Luca. It didn't matter that all my girl parts were totally battered and aching, I longed to be filled by him again. Right here, right now.
    "Luca, please." I moaned into his open mouth, then sucked his tongue deeper.
    He ripped his lips away and I was lost. I wanted his mouth on me.
    "I want you on your knees." His hands gripped my shoulders, his fingers digging in and pushing me down before I even realized I'd left the stool.
    "Yes." I struggled for balance with my hands behind my back, but kept them there to please him. He liked them there and the way he rewarded me made it worth the effort.
    I kneeled before him and nudged the outline of his cock with my nose. It twitched and grew harder, the tip barely poking out the top of his sweat pants. When I saw it, my mouth watered, eager to taste him for the first time.
    He tipped my head back, drawing my attention to his face, and said, "Is this okay?"
    During our initial negotiations and subsequent creation of The List, we'd discussed fantasies and boundaries, as well as the business side of sex, like STD's and birth control. We'd agreed on condoms as an extra layer of protection against pregnancies, but I was on the pill. And we'd shared our medical records, so I knew he was clean. Frankly, I wasn't sure what he was asking.
    I shook my head. "I don't understand."
    "I just . . ." He stroked my hair and shrugged.
    This guy was a mystery. He was sweet and caring and gentle. And he was demanding and forceful and so very dirty. I didn't know what to say, but I knew if I didn't get him in my mouth soon, I would start begging for it. Maybe he objected to me on my knees in his kitchen for the express purpose of sucking him off. I could think of nothing else I wanted as much at that moment.
    "I want this. " I unclasped my hands and drew them carefully to the drawstring on his sweat pants. I toyed with the string, then drew my thumb over the tip of his penis. "Please, Luca, let me."
    He nodded,

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