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Chapter 13
Macon
How do you make a pool table laugh?
Tickle its balls.
Fuck.
Her cunt tastes like honey, and I want nothing more than to sink into it and live here forever.
I don’t do forever, but sweetness here seems like the perfect forever for me.
She’s intelligent, talented, and fiery, just like I like them. The day I met her in the grocery store, laughing at me after I had just been shouted at by the girl whose name I still don’t remember.
“How are you coping there, gorgeous?” Jacob asks her. His hand appears underneath the table, trailing up her creamy, milky thigh, and I pull back. Watching on, enraptured with how his fingers work their way between her flaps and circle the little swollen nub.
Cherry doesn’t say anything but lets out a deep sigh, her hand clenching around mine, which rests on her hip. Her dress is clutched in my grip.
The lighting[1] under here is perfect for me to see the way her legs tremble as pleasure ripples over her, and I settle myself between them, refusing to let her squeeze her thighs together.
I want her to fall apart around my mouth before our food gets here, and while the only thing I’m hungry for is in front of me, I don’t want anyone to get too suspicious before our fun really starts.
Jacob’s fingers work deftly against her nub, and I surge forward and fuck her with my tongue. Her hands grasp at my head, and I’ve never regretted shaving my head like I do now. I want her to grip it, to shove my face further between her thighs until we are both gasping for air.
A moan slips from between her lips, only loud enough for us all to hear, and I know she’s close.
I work a finger into her tight hole and keep up with licking her from her hole to clit, sucking on the little bundle of nerves that are swollen and pink and oh so perfect.
Her stubbled hair rubs against either side of my lips, and I grin against her skin, nipping at the skin of her thigh and moving back to her swollen, glistening soul snatcher 3000.
“Fuck. Yes, right there.” She practically whispers the words, but they may as well be a gunshot to my cock with how hard it jerks as I paint the inside of my boxers with my seed.
A primal part of me takes over me, and I undo my belt, shove my hands into my boxers, and scoop out my release on my fingers.
My cum coats my index and middle finger, and I don’t waste a drop as I shove my fingers so deep inside of her that I can feel the little spongey part clench around my fingers in response, holding me hostage inside of her as her orgasm rips through her body.
I peek out from under the table in time to see Jacob grab her face and kiss her fiercely, muffling her sounds of pleasure as her sweet little cunt milks my fingers like it’s my rod.
Fuck. I wish it were my rod that was buried deep inside of her, but we’ll have time for that later.
I fix my pants and pull her dress back down, crawling back to my seat. I grin as I watch her flushed face rake over me, her eyes heated even after two orgasms.
A part of me wonders how many she’ll have once the night is done.
Cherry’s hand clasps around the wine glass, a bead of perspiration rolling down the glass and onto her skin.
“Well, that was-”
“Like watching the opera. It was divine,” Braylen says, his hand moving under the table to adjust himself.
“The opera? I knew you were a posh fuck but Jesus. It was better than fucking porn, and I’ve watched a lot over the years,” Brad says, staring at Cherry with fucking moon eyes.
Cherry snorts a very unladylike snort, and all our eyes turn to her in question.
“Sorry,” she waves her hand, the other covering her face, “It’s just opera porn would be fucking hilarious to watch.”
Jacob snorts along with her, “Could you imagine? See how high of an octave they can get her to reach with their dick?”
