That night, I tossed and turned more so of the fact I knew Nick was sleeping in the other room. Why did I let him back into my life? I sighed. After all these years our attraction had not dimmed or died or whatever, it was still there and stronger than ever.

“Muffins,” came his deep voice from my doorway. I shivered. After he confessed his undying stalker tendencies for me, I left him to go to bed. I see his persistence had kick-started.

He crawled into my bed without my permission. The bed creaked under his weight “What are you doing, Nick?”

“Giving you your birthday gift. The gift that's gonna keep on giving, over and over, all night long until this pussy taps out.” That almost sounded too tempting. Almost. “Birthday sex, birthday sex,” he sang, taking off his shirt revealing his beautiful tattooed body. I held my breath cause his ass was too tempting and sexy. My resistance level was going way down.

He grabbed my foot and kissed the inside of my ankle. Then his face lit up with shock. He found the secret I've been hiding all these years.

In beautiful calligraphy letters, the tattooed read Nick. “Baby,” he breathed, “you didn't.” Unfortunately, I did. I covered my face. Nick removed the covering. “Now I know you love me.” he chuckled and kissed me. It felt even better than the first kiss we shared on that night he robbed me. Damn, we gon have some stories to tell our grandkids... Look at me already talking about grandkids. “Say it, baby. I need to hear it from you.”

“Alright, alright. Nickolas Lane, I loved you since the moment you walked into my bakery with a gun. There, I said it.”

His laughter held joy. I've never seen him so happy. “Muffins Lane, it suits you. Don't ya think?”

“Maybe.”

“The dick will make up your mind.” I swallowed. This was going to be our first time. Luckily, I only had my nightie on cause I couldn't wait for much longer. It's funny how my resolve had crumbled in just a couple of seconds with the promise of good d.

Nick got naked for me. No wonder he was in high demand as a stripper. Damn, the show he gave me to some Jerimiah Birthday Sex had me panting after him. “Take it off, baby,” he demanded. I let the short silk gown fall to the floor. I gazed down and a drop of pre-cum had beaded on the head of his cock. I giggled at the effect my nakedness was having on him. “Tonight is your night, Muffins. Tell me what you want.”

I drew my teeth over my bottom lip. Never has a man been so interested in my desires, birthday or not. Nick dropped to his knees before me, waiting. Just the sight of him on his knees like that and being the focus of his beautiful leaf green eyes, I felt the bit of moisture trickle down my thighs and before I could speak a word, Nick was already between my legs lapping at my honey-dew pettles. I threw my head back, moaning. Hands buried deep in his hair. “Nick,” I panted. My hips bucked back and forth. “Oh God, yes!” He wiggled his tongue from side to side in fast strokes over my clit. Then sucked until I shattered into a thousand pieces.

He lifted me onto the bed and positioned me on my hands and knees. He kissed a trail down my back and rubbed my limbs. I shivered, skin sensitive from my orgasm. “God, I love you, Muffins. You're my sun, moon, and stars. My whole fucking universe. You complete me, baby.” I held back my tears, squeezing my eyes shut just savoring his words. Then he eased into me from behind slowly, filling me, burying himself to the hilt touching my womb. He moved his hips in an erotic motion sending shivers throughout my body. “Damn, so wet. So fucking good,” he groaned moving in and out of my slick heat, big hands on my ass.

Then he flipped me over on my back.

My arms and legs wrapped around him drawing him closer. He took my lips in a kiss and rocked my body into oblivion, grinding between my legs deliciously. He went deep so deep making me purr all the way down to the tips of my toes. My hands ran over his back urging him on. “Harder, Nick. I need-

“I know, baby,” he said and raised onto his elbows, his thrusts became more frantic and urgent. The need to release was so strong. His fingers moved to my clit, rubbing the sensitive bud, his mouth sucking hard at nipples. The sensation drove me wild.

“Nick,” I shouted as I came.

“Oh, baby, we're not done yet.” He picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and backed me up against the wall. He bounced me up and down over his dick, staring into my eyes. His sexy full lips parted, watching me. He took my mouth into a hard kiss and I couldn't breathe and I didn't want to. Air was of little consequence compared to what he was doing to my body.

The sound of our lovemaking filled the air. We came together. Our bodies combusting.

Later, Nick nuzzled my neck and said, “I see a baby in our future,” as we lay snuggled tight under the blanket. Drew was blowing up my phone, but I forgot about him. The moment Nick put his cock in me, we were over but he didn't know it yet.

“Hmm?” I was too zoned out from my mind blowing orgasms. Nick was running his hands threw my hair fascinated by the strands.

“Babies, Muffins. In our future. I came in you without a condom.”

“That’s rad,” I whispered half asleep.

“Really,” he chuckled. “even if I did it on purpose to trap you.”

“What was that about a trap house,”I mumbled in my sleep.

He laughed. “God, I love you so much, Muffins.”