Rosalind Fletcher has a
secret. Her one of a kind wedding cakes are infused with a loving
spell handed down from mother to daughter for over a century. Her
sought after creations are not only being delicious, but rumored to be
lucky as well. Producing long-lasting marriages where the men never
stray, the women don’t nag and 99.7% never face each other on opposite
ends of a court room.
But what happens when her spell falls into the hands of the wrong
person? Like Ashley Benedict, notorious playboy and wedding planner
extraordinaire who eats a sample meant for his clients? There’s only
one thing that can happen. He succumbs to the spells bewitching powers
and sets out to charm the pants off of the hardworking sole
proprietress of Forever, I Do cakes.
While Rosalind frantically searches for an antidote, she succumbs to
Ashley’s lustful appetites. Will guilt push her into finding a
successful cure for her bewitched lover, or will her heart allow
herself to be locked into a loving relationship with a man who might
not really be in love with her. |
Ashley shuddered at the first
taste of her lips. There was a beguiling sweetness he couldn’t place.
Murmuring, he speared his tongue deeper into her mouth, dueling with
her tongue, enjoying her taste.
Almonds and roses. She tasted sweet, decadent, and delicious.
He smiled inwardly when she leaned into him, her body fitting against
his frame as if they were already lovers. Rosalind might deny she
wanted him, but the chemistry they had and the way she kissed him back
told the truth. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Slowly, he swirled his tongue around the inside of her mouth, then
caught her tongue between his teeth. He bit down gently. She hissed,
then went limp. Banding his arms around her tighter, he imagined the
feel of her hot cunt gripping his cock as he took her hard and long.
The thought made him shiver. He’d wanted her for so long. And now he
had a taste, he wasn’t letting her go.
Rosalind reveled in the softness of his lips. The hard pressure of his
kiss and the slight sting of pain as he bit her tongue made her pussy
clench then flood with wetness. She gasped again at the heat of his
mouth. Sliding her hands around his neck, she aligned her body with
his. The muscular chest she had long ogled whenever he wasn’t looking
felt better than she’d imagined.
Oh, man, he’s a good kisser! Rosalind mused as she swirled her tongue
in counter motion to his and purred at the feel of his tongue mating
with hers. He growled, nipped her tongue, then suckled. A full
sensation flooded her pussy. She gasped at the shock of it locking her
suddenly weakened knees.
Heat flooded over her tongue, ran down her throat, and burst under the
force of her moan. It was like drinking a shot of moonshine -- hot,
sensual, and straight to the head. Closing her eyes, she held him
closer as he ravished and conquered.
Ashley’s groan vibrated against her tongue, driving her already
heightened nerve endings into overdrive. With each motion of his firm
lips and tongue, her pussy undulated. |
