Dont Mind The Pound Cake

You came into the house with an exhausted groan. Work had been hard with the economy hitting an all-time low. This meant everyone was afraid of being laid off by the higher-ups who had been sitting themselves.

You had enough money in your savings account for you two to survive two months. Plus, your girlfriend was working herself, being a freelancer. Still, you had no intention of letting her become the sole income as a part-time worker.

You put down the groceries you had bought out of paranoia and looked around. The house was clean, with the hardwood floor being freshly mopped with a fruity bleach scent hanging in the air. You smiled at this.

Dee, your girl, wasn't the housewife type who cleaned nonstop and acted like a maid. She would throw a pan at you if you demanded she cook for you. The woman was the type to relax in the house and play video games.

So for her to be deep cleaning, she must be in a great mood. You thought of finding her and making a joke about the situation. Thankfully, you decided against it after thinking about her reaction, which would be feisty as hell.

You sat down on your couch and took your things off. As you did this, you noticed that she had also dusted off the coffee table and cleaned up the ring marks on it. This made you quirk a brow; that would've taken hours to do.

You smiled and leaned back as you called out in the house. "Hey! Dee!"

It didn't take long for you to hear her coming down the stairs. You turned to see her and instantly felt your heart start to pound in your chest. Dee was a beautiful woman that you had fallen for instantly about six years ago. She'd been a barista at a Sunbucks that you ate at for lunch during college.

You were too timid to ask her out and thought the brown-skinned girl wouldn't find you attractive. At that time you were nerdy with a nose full of pimples. But to your shock, she had written her number on the back of your receipt.

The two of you talked for a week before having your first date at a bowling alley, and the rest of your relationship was history. She was spunky, with a go-getter attitude, as she shared with him that for years she'd wanted to be a screenwriter.

The skinny brunette had shown you multiple scripts she had written over the years, since she was fourteen in Catholic school. You knew you wanted to help make her dreams come true, so you worked hard. When you got your current job, she quit hers and began doing commission work.

Now, here you are in your mid-twenties living in a two-bedroom home and working towards your goals. Your throat felt dry as you took in the mature body Dee had developed while being with you. She had never been curvy or thick, so instead of gaining massive hips, she had built up muscle.

The loose-lipped woman hated the gym, so she worked out at home. Along with this, she pushed a healthy diet of smoothies, salads, and meal prep. The woman had nearly strangled you when you blew a paycheck on takeout.

"Now, why are you screaming so late in the night?" Dee muttered as she walked off of the staircase's last stair and marched over. She was gorgeous.

You began to blush and chuckled at the fire in her eyes. It was playful as your girlfriend began to crumble and finally laughed with you. She softly hit you on the arm and rolled her eyes. "I made you something. But I'll only give it to you if you sit, behave, and act like you have some sense."

"You made me something?" You asked, to which she smirked. Your face felt hot, and your mind began to race with possibilities. "Well, goddamn, Dee."

Dee glared. "Do you want the gift or not?" By her tone, you could tell that she was itching to show you what she made. She was buzzing with energy.

Your mind danced with possibilities, and you tried to figure out what she could have whipped up. The woman had the whole day to herself as you worked from eight in the morning to eight at night. Twelve-hour days that typically left you exhausted beyond belief.

Relationships with this type of dynamic could fall apart easily if your partner wasn't careful. This led to the couple undergoing counseling on and off for three years. Neither of you wanted to lose the other to miscommunication and loneliness. Dee made it clear she desired to be a couple till marriage came into the equation.

You agreed to do monthly dinner dates where you could talk about your career endeavors and work stories. Besides this, you would go on seasonal trips to visit each other's families as your relatives lived across the country. You were grateful to have someone like Dee in your life.

She understood your busy schedule and stress you were under. So, to hear that she had taken the time out of her day to make you something caused tears to sprout. She noticed them before you could wipe them away, and her face softened. That hardheadedness you loved was washed away before your eyes.

She patted your cheek with her hand and sighed. "Sit and wait here. I'll go get it, and you can tell them if it's to your liking." Her voice was like honey as you took in what she requested and nodded your head in agreement.

The wait wasn't long as she left to scurry into the kitchen. You watched her from behind as her ass moved and made your throat tighten. Dee never had a huge ass, but it was big enough to satisfy any lucky man. She knew how to use her tiny frame and made sure to show it off the best way.

When you had your first date, she came dressed in a turtleneck and a pencil skirt. The shirt was tight with her a-cups being showcased along with her itty bitty wasn't. Her body was like a snack, and you could see the abs she was developing. Along with this, you were given a tattoo of her glossy, pink crescent lips.

From that day on, you grew to appreciate smaller women. You learned a great deal about women's fashion and how any type of body was beautiful. You remembered that date fondly as you waited for Dee to come back. She made a ruckus, and you could hear something being put onto a plate.

Immediately the smell of citrus filled your nose along with the delicious flavor of honey. You eagerly waited for her to come as you realized what the gift was. After a couple minutes of plate setting, she came out with two plates in both of her hands. On the plates were large slices of various desserts.

You saw that on the first plate, Dee had cut a large slice of delicious, delectable lemon cake. It was a rich yellow with chunks and bits of lemon slices being baked into it. You saw that on the very top she dusted it with sugar and licked your lips. On the other plate was pound cake, your second favorite.

It came after Dee's beautiful booty. Even with it being extremely small, she still managed to bounce that thang. She saw the hunger in your eyes and smirked. Her cute, mismatched teeth poked from behind her smooth lips and winked at you with their white shine. You watched eagerly as she handed both plates to you.

"Go on." Dee encouraged you to taste both with a smirk.

You saw no reason to let your anticipation grow any further and lifted up the first slice. The lemon cake smelled out of this world, making your mouth water. You leaned down, careful not to get crumbs on the floor, and took a small bite.

Your tongue was overwhelmed by the thickness of the cake. It was like a sledgehammer of moist, sloppy citrus was being shoved down your throat. But not only that, the cake was incredibly potent. The sourness was incredible, and you almost puckered your lips from it.

The sweetness that followed kept you from spitting it out. Something foreign had been mixed into the cake, and you swallowed hesitantly. The taste was familiar, but your brain was struggling to connect the dots.

Your tongue felt fuzzy as you took another nibble and chew. With each chew you made, you felt your memory buzz alive more and more. This was a flavor you only enjoyed in the bedroom.

It had a thick, hidden aroma that made your nostrils flare as it hit you full force. Your eyes slowly drifted to your smiling girlfriend as she watched with a cheshire grin. The distinct taste of the womanly juice hit as you gawked.

It wasn't a solid or watery substance anymore due to being baked in with the batter. Still, both of you knew that its presence had filled the cake with its beauty. Every single piece was infected by her cum. Your cheeks warmed as you took in the bold behavior of the woman before you.

"Is this...?" The words drifted out of your mouth as she chuckled.

Dee smirked and gestured for you to eat the other slice. "Yup. It is."