Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
She isn’t looking at me. Her pretty brown eyes are focused on the red lipstick she’s applying to her perfect full lips.
Like a junkie, I reach for my hit, wrapping my arms around her waist and trailing my lips along her delicate nape. “Rabbit, it’s not stalking. It’s worship. Where you go, we follow. Think of yourself as God, and we’re your pilgrims.”
She waves her hand in the air, showcasing the small room with a mirror, sink, and toilet. “The ladies’ washroom should be off limits.”
I lock the door. “Good thing this is one of those fancy unisex ones, huh?”
“Ronan, what are you doing?”
“I’d like to admire you as you put on that lipstick while my cock’s buried deep in your sweet pussy,” I growl, nipping at her earlobe.
The sweet symphony of her soft, vibrant giggle cascades over my body like warm summer rain.
“Stop that. The guys will wonder what’s taking me so long. Kian gets insane when he assumes something happened.”
Ignoring her, I trail one hand up her thick, silky thighs, bunching up her black dress. “You seem to think I give a damn. I’ve got a raging hard-on, and your warm, tight pussy is in front of me. Now you’re going to be a good girl and scream at the top of your lungs while I fuck my pretty pink cunt.”
I trail my finger along her labia, and she moans. No panties, such a perfect slut, knowing her place and always ready to be taken by her men. “Were you waiting to be fucked, Stella?”
She moans as I glide a finger into her slick heat. “Isn’t this how you want it? As I remember, the last time I wore panties, Kian belted my tits a bright red for disobeying.”
Her skin flushes as I chuckle in her ear. “I only remember you screaming as you came on my dick.” Pressing down on her lower back, I push Stella forward. “Multiple times, if I recall.”
She shuffles in her purse and takes out a hairbrush. “Ronan, we don’t have time for this.”
Now I know why women carry such giant bags. They have a whole damn arsenal in there.
Her legs slide open, and her hand slams against the mirror to brace herself as I glide one finger into her pussy before adding another. “You’re pussy sure wants us to make time.”
“Be quick.”
I nip at her shoulder, abandoning her waist as I grab her brush and smack her from behind with the bristle side. Her body jerks, and a yelp escapes her lips. “So pretty when you’re a good girl or a bad slut. Everything about you is perfection, Stella.”
“Fuck,” she moans, and I smack her again with the brush.
“So fuckin’ beautiful. Pussy exposed for me, taking the brush and still wanting more.”
She watches as I pull out of her cunt and reach into her bag, pulling out her hand lotion. Unscented Vaseline. “It’s a good thing you don’t like perfumed products, Stella. It makes fucking your ass so much more convenient.”
She moves a hand to pull her dress up her body in an invitation for me to do my worst. I almost come like a twelve-year-old boy looking at porn for the first time when she exposes her round stomach. Stella has no idea how I could come from simply looking at her damn tummy. It’s round, soft, and real. Dips and valleys of her beauty always leave me stunned and rip words from my throat like a thief in the night. Nothing in life leaves me speechless except this queen before me.
She shivers as the cold white lotion hits her heart-shaped ass.
“Fuck,” I moan as I watch the white liquid glide down her ass crack. Slowly, I rotate my index finger around her sphincter. “I’m not sure if I want my cum leaking out of your pussy or this tight ass of yours.”
“I don’t care! Just fuck me!” she screams.
I chuckle at her demands. Deep down, my pretty rabbit is as depraved as the rest of us, and I love her for it. “You think Kian and Axel will be upset that I’m the one balls deep in your pussy while they sit out there with your parents?”
“I don’t care. Fuck me.”
“Are you sure you want to play this game? You don’t know what those two will do to you. They haven’t been able to fuck you all day.”
The mirror shakes as Stella repeatedly slams her palm against it. “I don’t care. I’ll deal with it.”
Few women could handle three psychos, but Stella takes everything we throw at her and loves us, regardless. The things the world sees in us that disgust them are the things Stella revels in.
I grew up with two parents who were never around. They had my sister and me and left us as if nannies and drivers could substitute for parents. My mother was too busy with her career in Bollywood, and my father was too focused on his side pieces and the illegal dealings he had that allowed him to show his face to the world as a legitimate oligarch. Neither wanted kids, but we provided a front and made great props for those publicity stunts.