Page 72 of Brown Sugar
“You’re too good to me.”
“No, I’m not. He—and the others—weren’t good enough. None of them deserved you. That’s not to say I deserve you either. Some would say I don’t. But I can sure as hell promise you, princess, that I’m always going to give you my all.”
She’s blinking away tears, biting down on her bottom lip as if to stifle a cry. “I promise I’ll always give you mine,” she says, hertone quiet and soft. “I’m never sacrificing my happiness for fame again. I want to be with you, Tyson, and nothing’s going to stop us.”
We drink to our commitment to each other and then dig into the ribeyes I’ve prepared. Kiana moans in approval at the first bite. She mentions how she was rarely allowed steak while under contract with Tommy and the label, because it was deemed bad for her figure.
“But that’s over now,” she says. “I can have all the steak and potato chips I want.”
I chuckle. “Sounds like I’m about to turn you into a meat and potatoes girl.”
“Only if I turn up your spice level.”
“Good luck with that, princess. These taste buds are never gonna advance past salt and pepper.”
“I can be pretty convincing.” She bats her long lashes at me, making a kissy face that only makes me laugh some more.
“Down girl. We haven’t even had dessert yet.”
“Which reminds me, I have a surprise for you. But first you have to close your eyes.”
I’m immediately suspicious, cocking a thick brow. She doesn’t offer any more details except to wink at me like I do to her. She slides out of her chair and then disappears into the kitchen.
Rasping out a sigh, I close my eyes and play along. The pad of her footsteps a few seconds later tells me she’s returned. She comes up from behind and kisses my cheek.
“I’m not the best in the kitchen,” she admits with a giggle. “But I had this bakery Amari and I love make us something special. Tell me what it is.”
I almost grin at her instruction. I’m more than familiar with this game.
A spoon prods gently at my lips, and I open up to accept what she’s feeding me. Sweetness explodes on my tongue from the first bite. I make a throaty noise to express my approval as she feeds me more.
The dessert has a distinct sugary spice taste along with a warm gooiness that makes you want more. There’s some kind of glazed fruit in the dish too, along with crumbly pieces.
“Any guesses what it is?” Kiana whispers before nibbling my ear. She feeds me another spoonful and kisses my lips.
I blindly reach for her and pull her into my lap. “Something tells me it’s the same treat I fed you in a certain hotel. Blackberry crumble with brown sugar.”
“Just as delicious now as it was then?”
“Mhm, except I’m ready for my real dessert.”
My eyes pop open as I cup her face and draw her closer for a kiss. The kiss is sugary by virtue of the brown sugar on my tongue. Something she more than enjoys as she flicks hers to mine and rakes fingers through my beard.
We waste no time indulging in our second dessert.
I quickly clear the dinner table and lay her down, wrenching her thighs apart. My T-shirt that she’s wearing has ridden up, and she reveals she hasn’t bothered putting on any panties.
A growl rumbles out of me, my dick instantly hard in my sweatpants. Licking my lips, I hook my arms under her thighs and drag her to the edge of the table before digging in on my sweetest treat of all.
Kiana wiggles and moans, her head turning side to side.
Her already wet pussy’s drenched within minutes of me licking and sucking, adding fingers for more pleasure.
She’s an incoherent goner as I dip my tongue inside her soft pink pussy and finish her off almost as quickly as I’d started. She’s coming right on my tongue. Just the way I like it.
“Tyson,” she sighs, eyes bleary. “How… how…?”
I laugh gruffly and scoop her up in my arms to take her upstairs. I’ve got evidence of her in my beard. “Princess, pleasuring you is my new favorite hobby. You and that pretty little pussy better get used to it.”