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  Cream Pie

  Madison Faye

  Copyright © 2020 Madison Faye

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  Contents

  Cream Pie

  Author’s Note:

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Epilogue

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  Cream Pie

  What’s not to love about a wedding?

  There’s champagne, dancing, a cake…

  …and giving your v-card in a fit of wildness the night before to the dark, brooding stranger with the eyes that melt your panties off.

  Of course, that was before I find out he’s my dad’s best friend.

  …That’s before I realize how f-ing screwed I really am.

  He’s sinfully gorgeous, with rippling, inked muscles, eyes like dark fire, and lips that taste like good tequila and bad decisions—decisions like deciding to let him, a stranger, take my v-card the night before my dad’s wedding to my best friend. There’s just one tiny problem.

  …It turns out, he’s the best man, and my dad’s best friend.

  Shit.

  Javier Luca is devil in the boardroom and a demon in the sack—trust me, I know. It was supposed to be a one-night thing. I was supposed to never see him again. Except now, he’s all I can think about, all-consuming, and making me ache for more. And that’s a huge problem.

  He works for my father. He’s almost twice my age. He could probably have any woman in the freaking world. And yet, all he wants is me…again, and again, and again, until he’s all I crave.

  This is wrong. This is obscene. I know I should say no. I know we should stop this before the whole lurid thing blows up in our faces.

  But he’s like the sinful dessert you can’t say no to. And everyone likes a happy ending, a sweet treat, and a nice, creamy filling…

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  As with all my books, this one is safe, with no cheating, and a HEA guaranteed.

  Author’s Note:

  Dear Reader,

  This book is a very loose sequel to another book of mine, Cherry Pie. While it does include characters from that book, you do not need to have read that book first to enjoy this one. You might, however, prefer to read that one first as a lead-in to this one. But again, this book can absolutely be read as a standalone story.

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  Happy reading, and thanks for your support!

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  -Madison

  Chapter 1

  Amy

  His lips crush to mine, and I eagerly moan into his mouth as his big hands slide over my waist. He doesn’t stop until he finds what he’s after, and I whimper at the feel of his strong grip as it moves to boldly cup my ass through my tiny skirt. He growls savagely into my mouth, both hands cupping my ass and spreading me open beneath the skirt, my thong lewdly pulling tight between my cheeks.

  Our tongues dance as the music pulses and thumps around us, and I start to let go entirely. The gorgeous, dark stranger growls into my mouth again, and when I roll my hips, I gasp at the feel of him throbbing against my tummy. Fuck, he’s so hard, and just feeling his want for me has me flooding my panties with sticky arousal.

  I kiss him harder, and his hands boldly slips lower to push up under my skirt. It’s dark in here, but my God, we’re surrounded by people dancing and partying. I know I should push his hand away and tell him he’s going too far, but I don’t. Because I like his hands on me like this. I like the way his pulsing erection has my knees shaking and the heat pooling between my legs.

  He tastes like good tequila and bad decisions, and fuck me, I want more.

  “You’re such a fucking prick-tease, Amy. It’s always goddamn blue balls with you.”

  Kevin’s voice in my head comes out of nowhere, and I scowl as the hot, beautiful stranger slips his hand across my bare ass under my skirt. Kevin, my very recently ex-boyfriend, is the kind of guy you look back at and sigh in relief that it ended, even if the ending was sucky. He was nice enough, at first—the smiling, charming boy in my freshman Political Science class at Northwestern. And nice and charming is what I wanted. Except, it was all bullshit.

  The problem was sex. Specifically, that Kevin wanted it, immediately, and always, and I wanted to wait. No, it’s not like I’ve ever been that girl that wants to wait until marriage or something like that. But I’d gone through all of high school without doing more than freaking making out with a guy. Kevin was nice enough, but I wasn’t about to hop into bed for the first time three weeks after meeting the guy.

  Apparently, that was reason enough for Kevin to go out and fuck half the girls on my dorm floor, before telling me it was over.

  “Guys have needs, Amy. I mean if you weren’t going to, of course I was gonna find it someplace else.”

  Then he asked me if I still “wanted to bone.” I politely told him to go fuck himself with a fork.

  But the thing is, it hasn’t just been Kevin. Before him, it was Bryce, from high school. We dated for a few months my senior year, and I really did like him, I just wasn’t ready to do anything more than kissing. Bryce, however, was, which is why he found time fuck Sharon Corbet in the bathroom at a keg party while I was sick with the flu at home. And of course, I got the same “Kevin” explanation: that I was a “prude” and that “of course” he’d gotten what he “needed” elsewhere. Before that, it was Aaron, and even before that, Ian.

  Here’s the problem: it’s not that I’ve ever been in love with any of these shitheads. And it’d be so easy to write them all off as assholes. But, there’s a pattern here. Every single guy I’ve dated has eventually walked off to get something strange on the side, all because I wouldn’t do it. And the older I get, and the more this keeps happening, the harder it is to blame everyone else.

  At the end of the day, it might be me.

  I’ve heard guys crudely talking about “putting pussy on a pedestal.” Well, maybe I’ve put sex in general on a stupid pedestal. Maybe I’ve thought way too much about my first time, and about it being this magical thing with birds singing Disney songs and a Prince Charming making sweet love to me as glitter and magic showers down from… I dunno. Somewhere.

  See what I mean? I’ve turned the idea of sex into this ridiculous movie script thing that will never happen. Which leaves me eighteen years old, a freshman at college, and still a virgin in every possible way. And frankly, it’s starting to feel pathetic.

  So, maybe that’s how I’ve arrived here, in the arms of this absolutely gorgeous, panty-melting stranger with the dark scruff on his jaw, the haunting look in his eyes, the powerful grip and rock-hard arm muscles, and the throbbing erection pulsing against me. It doesn’t hu
rt that I’m in Thailand, in freaking paradise at this insanely beautiful beachside bar the night before the wedding.

  Not mine, obviously. I’m here for my dad’s wedding to my best friend, Kendall. Okay, yeah, that might be a little weird. And it was at first when I found out. I mean, Marshall, my dad, is forty-five. Kendall is my age—of course that’s going to be a little weird, right? Except, it’s not really, not with them. Yes, my dad is marrying a girl my age, and some people would freak out about that. But not once you know them. Kendall is way older than her age, and my dad is young at heart. Plus, it’s not like he’s made a habit of dating young girls or anything creepy like that. They’ve never told me the specifics, but really, it just happened. And love is love, after all.

  So, Thailand. It’s been a long day of rehearsal for the actual ceremony tomorrow, and a nice dinner out with Kendall and my dad, and after putting the finishing touches on the cake. Yes, the cake, as in, the wedding cake. I’m not a professional baker or anything, but after years of binging baking shows on Netflix, it’s become a hobby I’m actually pretty good at. So good, in fact, that Kendall didn’t even want to meet with another baker for the wedding cake.

  But, after the long day I’ve had, I decided to go out and let off a little steam. Enter: the gorgeous, dark-haired, dark-eyed, tanned stranger with the panty-melting smile. A smile that could almost literally induce orgasm. Kendall begged off coming out, which is totally understandable with the wedding tomorrow at the resort next door. And Hope, my roommate and best friend from college, was still jet lagged and conked out early.

  The hot stranger saw me sipping a cocktail and swaying slightly to the music by the bar and asked me to dance. He moved fast, and I liked it. He took my hand in his and tugged me out into the swirling crowds to dance, and I liked that too. He pulled me close and took my breath away. He rocked me to the music, and let his breath tease my neck and holy fuck did I like that.

  He kissed me, with barely seven words spoken between us, and I melted. And now, with his hands on me and my body arching into his, and with stupid Kevin’s words in my head, I’m losing control.

  …And I’m loving it.

  I want to let go. I want to lose control. I want to shed the old me and jump into the deep end. There’s that joke about weddings making single girls thirsty—maybe that’s it, but who knows. All I know is, I’m ready to knock down the pedestal, and I’m ready to give him anything he wants, because fuck do I want it too.

  As if reading my thoughts, or maybe he feels the way my body grinds into his a little harder, he pulls away from the kiss. His mouth slides down my jaw, making me whimper as they brush my ears.

  “I want to get out of here,” he growls deeply, making my toes curl.

  “With you.”

  I moan, clinging to his muscled arms as he pulls me in tight.

  “So let’s get out of here,” I whisper before our lips crush back together.

  “Come with me.”

  His deep voice is gruff and thick with lust. There’s no “are you sure,” which honestly, I kind of love. We stumble out of the beachside club, and I remember that we really are right next door to the exclusive resort where I’m staying, and where the wedding is tomorrow. There’s a tiny part of my brain that remembers at least a sliver of good sense, and the idea of going with a stranger to someplace strange is maybe a step further than I want to go tonight.

  “This way,” I breathe, lacing my fingers in his. “I have a cabana right over there.”

  He pulls me close and kisses me deeply, and I melt into him all over again.

  “Let’s go,” he purrs.

  I’ve never done this. God, I’ve never even done anything close to this. But alcohol, and determination, and raw lust fuel me as I boldly lead him through the main entrance of the resort. We stumble down tiki-torch-lit, manicured gravel paths until we arrive at the luxury cabana for one I’m staying in, with views of the ocean.

  We fall in through the front door, and I gasp as he slams the door shut and pulls me into his arms. I fall into him willingly, my pulse roaring and my skin on fire. Heat pools between my legs, and when he kisses me deeply, I know I’m not backing away from this.

  This is happening, right now, tonight, with him. And I can’t fucking wait.

  He scoops me into his arms, and I moan as he carries me over to the bed. He lays me down across it, and my whole body is trembling in desire as he unbuttons his white linen shirt. He tosses it aside, and my eyes widen as they sweep over his freaking perfect body—rock-hard chest, chiseled abs, and sculpted arms. He’s got a Mediterranean tint to his skin, and I realize he’s actually older than I thought he was in the club—more like thirty or thirty-five than the twenty-five I guessed while dancing with him.

  For whatever reason, it only gets me hotter.

  His muscles coil as he stalks onto the bed over me, and I moan as he leans in to crush his lips to mine. His hands slip under my tank top and slide it up, and I whimper into his lips as he tugs it up over my breasts. He pulls away from my lips just long enough to pull it over my head before he’s kissing me again.

  His hands slide down my bare torso, teasing my ribs, and he groans eagerly into my mouth when he feels the lack of bra. His hands cup my soft breasts, and when his fingers tease my nipples, electricity spikes through me to my core. I moan eagerly as he slides his hands lower and starts to push my skirt down.

  Oh, this is happening.

  His mouth leaves mine, and I gasp as he starts to lick and tease his way down my neck. My breath catches as he moves lower, kissing gently over my breasts before taking a nipple between his lips. His tongue bats over it, making me moan, and then he starts to move even lower.

  Oh, God.

  His stubble teases my tummy and sends butterflies through me as he moves lower. His fingers skim over my hips and hook into my panties, and he starts to peel them down as he lingers at my navel. He kisses lower, and I bite my lip to stop from squealing in pure ecstasy as his soft lips tease lower than, well, than anyone’s ever been before.

  He brushes lower and lower, and I kick my skirt and panties away. His big hands spread my legs, opening me wide for him, and I blush in a mixture of awkward embarrassment and raw desire. He looks up at me with those gorgeous dark eyes, and his jaw tightens as he groans.

  “Fuck, I can’t wait to devour you, angel.”

  He moves in, and suddenly, he’s tasting me. I yelp, my eyes going wide and my jaw falling open as his tongue drags ever so slowly and wetly over my lips. My hands clench the bedsheets, and my whole body arches off the bed as the most incredible feeling I’ve literally ever felt roars through me

  “Oh fuck!” I moan as he drags his tongue over me again. He groans deeply into me as he presses his mouth to me, and then, I’m just lost. I’m utterly lost as his magical tongue parts my pussy lips and finds my center. He pushes it into me, dragging my sticky wetness with him as he slides up to my clit. I cry out as he slides his tongue over my aching bud, and when he sucks it gently between his lips, I go to fucking pieces.

  He swirls his tongue across it, and suddenly, I’m coming. It’s been all of a minute and a half with his mouth on me, and I’m coming harder than I’ve ever come before. I scream into the darkness of the bungalow, my entire body writhing and twisting as he just keeps licking me. His powerful hands pin me to the bed, and his tongue keeps working over my clit until with a shout, I tumble right into another orgasm.

  It’s only then, that he pulls away, letting me freaking breath. But it’s only for a second, because suddenly, he’s moving back over me. I moan and eagerly pull him down to crush my lips to his. He tastes like me, and my arousal is wet on his lips, but I don’t care. I taste myself from his lips, and I kind of like it too.

  He kisses me again and then pulls away to stand. I watch with wide eyes as he unzips his pants and drops them, and my mouth falls open at the size of the bulge in his black boxers.

  Holy fucking shit…

  His eyes hold mine, o
r at least try to, because mine keep dropping to his erection. He hooks his hands into the waist and tugs them down, and I literally choke on my own tongue.

  “Holy fuck,” I mumble, out loud. I blush, but he just grins as he moves back onto the bed. His huge cock swings heavy between his muscled thighs, and I seriously can’t stop looking at it. I mean, I might not have done this before, but I know that thing is enormous. He moves back over me, and my temporary hesitation crumbles. I eagerly pull him back down to me and open my legs to wrap them around his waist.

  He frowns suddenly and swears.

  “Shit,” he murmurs.

  “What is it?”

  “I don’t…” he sighs. “No condom.”

  “I’m on the pill,” I whisper shyly.

  He groans, and when our eyes lock, I nod.

  “Please,” I whisper.

  He growls as he moves between my legs, and when his thick, swollen cock touches my pussy, my breath catches. He wraps a fist around his big cock and eases it against my lips. They begin to open and stretch around the fat crown, and my breath comes faster and faster as he starts to slide in.

  This is it. It’s really happening.

  There’s no “physical virginity” or anything like that to break through. I mean, I grew up riding horses and playing sports. But there’s still a temporary wince at the sheer tightness. But I’m so wet that even with how absolutely huge he feels in my little pussy, he starts to slide right in.