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)
I like Laura. I can see why my dad married her and where Stella got her strength and grace. “She’s fine. Ronan won’t let anything happen to her.”
My father lifts an eyebrow at my words.
Leaning back against the booth, I fold my arms over my chest and give him a smirk. “You know people don’t mess with what’s mine. Learned that from you, Pops.”
The restaurant is a little Italian place, an old mafia joint where the infamous Al Capone used to eat. A fucking institution and, shocker, my father’s favorite place to eat. It’s dimly lit with booths with high seating one can easily hide in, topped with long tablecloths that sweep the maple wood floor. A real shady place meant for shady dealings.
My foot taps, a sign I’m restless waiting for Stella to return. I’m about to get up to look for her when she comes around the corner with Ronan trailing behind with a shit-eating grin on his face. The fucker got lucky. He snuck off to God knows where and got his dick wet.
“Took you long enough,” Kian says as he pierces the tip of his finger with the steak knife in his hand without blinking. We accept that he’s wired like a psycho, and we’re glad he’s our psycho.
Ronan tugs at his gold belt buckle. “We had a little business to take care of.”
Laura’s eyes widen, and my father clears his throat, probably to change the subject to avoid an uncomfortable situation. They’re not stupid—they must know the type of debauchery we enjoy.
Kian rises and moves out of the booth so Stella can slide in beside me. He slides in after her, and Ronan follows. My fingers glide on the hem of her dress as I slide it up her legs until my pinky finds her heat. What do we have here? My little Stella had a little too much fun while she disappeared with Ronan.
I smirk, and she shakes her head, pleading with her eyes for me not to do anything.
My father smiles. “So, what did you want to discuss with us?”
I gaze at my father before smirking at Stella. “Why don’t you tell them, Stella?
She jerks as my knuckles graze with her sensitive clit. Her eyes flash with shock, deer caught in the headlights, a sweet pink flush creeping up her pretty round face.
Laura leans in on her elbows. “What’s going on, Stella?”
I purposefully drop some silverware under the table. I grab an empty water glass and work my way down to retrieve it. I grab her thighs and force her legs open, staring at the cum leaking from her pretty pussy. No one said I couldn’t eat dessert before my meal. I could eat Stella’s pussy for the rest of my life and be satiated.
Grabbing her hips, I jolt her upper body lower to gain better access to her cunt.
“Well, we wanted to talk to you two about our—" Stella’s voice shakes as I swipe my tongue on her sensitive clit, “—our, umm, wedding.”
A thud hits the wood table above me. My sweet kitten is trying to hold her bearings with my tongue manipulating her pussy.
“Who are you marrying?” my father asks.
A traditional asshole with no imagination. Who does he think she’s marrying?
I push my tongue in her, moving the cum in and out. There’s something insanely hot about eating her out after Ronan or Kian fucks her. The idea of sucking both her cum and theirs drives me fuckin’ wild. I move my hand to my pants and unzip my fly, releasing my hard cock.
Stella stays silent, her focus on my tongue and not what my father’s asking. I nip at her clit to warn her not to let on what I’m doing under here.
“We-we are getting married. Oh, God. The four of us.”
“Why do you sound like that,” Laura asks.
“I feel a little faint. When’s our food getting here?” Stella asks breathlessly.
Good girl, trying to distract them.
“Good question. I’ll go see what the holdup is,” my father says.
“I’ll come with you.” Laura scampers after my father.
Kian burst out laughing. “Seems like you two got saved.”
I ignore him and push one finger into her cunt while my tongue focuses on her clit.
My hand pumps over my cock vigorously as I moan into her pussy. Fuck, she tastes so good. I don’t know if it’s the mixture of her and Ronan’s cum on my tongue or the idea of our parents catching us, but it’s all too much to bear, and I shoot directly into the glass. She shivers as my tongue moves rapidly against her clit. Her hands grip my head, pushing my face further into her warmth until her legs shake as she rewards me with her cum on my tongue.
Stella’s legs shake as I take one more swipe at her center, moving Ronan’s cum up to her clit.