Page 24 of Spice and Revenge

“Did you get this wet just from sucking my dick?” I ask, slipping my fingers in and out of her.

“Yes,” she moans, the sound slightly muffled by Summer’s pussy in her mouth.

I pump my hard dick with my hands before sinking into Candy’s pussy. The entire room is filled with the sounds of moans and skin slamming together.

“This feels so good,” Summer moans, burying her hands into Candy’s hair.

As Candy’s fingers and tongue work Summer’s clit, I thrust into her from behind, my hands gripping onto her hipbones while my dick fills her up. The sound of their moans and hums is like music to my ears, and I feel myself getting close.

My balls tighten as I thrust harder and faster, making Candy’s moans louder. I close my eyes as I slip in and out of her wetness. Lorena’s face appears in my head, and I slam into her one last time. Her body begins to shake as she comes, digging her hands into Summer’s thighs. I follow shortly after, and the moment Islip out of her pussy, the two girls scramble to the floor before me, kneeling as I cum on their faces.

My cum drips onto their bodies as they suck it all up. The moment they are done licking me clean, I walk over to the sofa, my body still tense.

I sit there, my fists tightening on the armrest, while I rake my hand through my hair. Frustration threatens to burst out of me at the realization that having sex with two hot women did nothing to calm my nerves.

There's only one fix for this mess, but she's totally off-limits.

Chapter Nine

Lorena

The tantalizing scents of freshly baked goods and the buzz of conversations fill the air as I push my cart into the produce section in the fresh food market. My muscles ache from all the work I’ve had to do for the past few days. I haven’t had the time to do anything for myself, thanks to Leonardo.

I've been MIA from my online audience, leaving them hungry for new content, and I feel bad for disappearing from them. Today, Josie's offered a hand with lunch cleanup, granting me a rare breather. Deciding to whip up something for my followers, I head to the mall for groceries.

I glance over the rainbow of colors that greet me. Shelves of vibrant, colorful fruits and vegetables line the section, making my mouth water. I inhale deeply, and the fresh scent fills my lungs. I almost forgot what it felt like to visit the shopping center. When I lived alone, I visited the shopping center at least twice a week. But I haven’t been here ever since I started working at the Vitale household. I don’t do the shopping since I was assigned a personal shopper to whom I give all my market lists. Even though shopping for food is therapeutic for me, I’m grateful it is not one of my many responsibilities as Leonardo’s chef.

I walk over to the tomato stand, in search of the perfect, juicy tomatoes to make my meal of slow roasted tomatoes and basil bruschetta with grilled lemon chicken. I usually eat the meals Iprepare for the camera alone. But now, I have Josie, Hilda, and Blanco to share with, which is why I buy the food items in larger quantities than I normally would.

I reach out to touch the tomatoes, feeling the firmness beneath my fingertips.

Next stop: meat. I grab plump, chicken breasts, then detour to the bakery, drawn by the warm, buttery aroma. Though I don't typically bake for my online audience, maybe I should try it one day. I select two long, crusty filoni.

With my cart now brimming with carefully chosen ingredients, I head to the checkout counter. As I watch my items being scanned, I suddenly feel a prickly sensation on my skin, like someone is watching me. I glance around, but I only see people shopping and minding their business. I shrug the feeling off.

“Thank you,” I mutter to the cashier as I carry the filled bags and walk towards the exit. As I step onto the parking lot, I can’t help but feel it again—that I’m being watched.

I walk towards the black Toyota Camry that brought me here. As my driver assigned to me spots me approaching, he comes out of the car and helps me load my groceries into the trunk of the car.

“Thank you,” I say to the driver.

He just smiles before we get into the car, and he zooms off. I arrive home in no time, and I am glad to meet the house quietly. Carmela had gone to visit her friends earlier, the twins are rarely at home during the day, and Leonardo is thankfully not working from home today.

I go into the kitchen to meet Josie, who is texting someone on her phone. She smiles at me when she sees me.

“You’re back early,” she says, helping me unpack the things I bought.

We load the fresh tomatoes, spices, chicken, vegetables and every other thing I bought onto the counter.

“You don’t have to help me, Josie,” I say when she takes the tomatoes to the sink to wash them.

“I know I don’t have to. I want to,” she says, before adding, “Besides, I want to see how you make the food, and what it tastes like,” she wriggles her eyebrows at me.

I laugh. “So, you just want to eat?”

She nods shamelessly.

“Well, you’re lucky I bought enough ingredients for four people,” I say, and Josie narrows her eyes.

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