Page 122 of Stutter

We do, and to suddenly feel her hands on me, pulling down my sweats, the cool air replaced by her warm tongue and then her lips wrap around the head of my cock makes me grow feral with need. Jonas breaks away from me, and then he’s gone. I look down to see she’s tugged him on the ground beside her and they’re speaking to each other silently. Her tongue licks from my balls to my mushroom tip, and then Jonas, my beautiful fucking wide receiver, mimics her and I hiss at the overwhelming sensation of two velvety, warm tongues swirling around my cock from root to tip.

She moans and lets out a soft giggle in pleasure seeing the devastation on my face, and I’ll have to let Maverick know to punish her later for that. I can’t do it. Not when she takes my balls into her mouth, one by one, and sucks, lovingly hollowing her cheeks while Jonas continues his slow torture, getting used to the taste and feel of me.

Fisting me as much as she can, she shows Jonas how to take me deep, and I praise her when her hand goes to his lap, and starts jerking him, too. When Jonas tries to take me deep and gags, I praise him too, which only encourages him to try harder,my sweet pup. I’m in hell, being beautifully tortured bymylittle love and her accomplice,mypup.

The sight of them working me like I’m their favorite lollipop flavor, making out with the crown of my cock, and hearing them slurp my pre-cum greedily has me panting, ready to explode.

“Jonas, Raven-“ I warn.

She pulls away from my sac moaning like the good girl she is. “Yes, Daddy?”

“My good fucking girl. Jonas, take my cock as deep as you can then suck. I’m going to come. Hold it in your mouth. I want to watch you kiss her sloppily. Oh, fuck. Like that, pup. A little more. Doing so good…” I couldn’t hold my impending orgasm if I tried. Not now. Not with the sight of them on their knees for me. I come with a harsh groan, toes curling and when I’m done, they share the softest kiss, my cum dribbling onto Raven’s chin but Jonas doesn’t miss and licks it up with his wide tongue and when she whispers those three little words into his mouth, he groans, his cum spurting onto Raven’s hand, which she licks up like a kitten with a bowl of cream, bronze eyes connected to mine.

Little vixen.

“Was that okay?” He asks me after swallowing, still on his knees, and tucks me back into my sweats, delivering a soft kiss to my hand.

I croak out, “That was incredible.”

“Yummy,” Raven hums, standing and patting her stomach. She opens the pantry door to leave but I grab her by the elbow.

“Were you hungry?” I ask, making sureshe’sokay.

She gives me a broad but smug as fuck smile. “Not any… more.” She tips up on her toes and gives me a sweet kiss, rubbing her nose against mine. “Love you.”

Her hand reaches down to caress Jonas’ cheek and then slips away.

I hold out my hand and he takes it, getting to his feet. “It’s not going to change between us, is it?” He asks, putting his hands on my hips, his forehead on mine.

I shake my head. “Maybe a little. But as long as we have her…”

He jerks his head twice in a nod. “We’ll be okay.” He pulls away from me and then grins widely. “Guess I can call youDaddynow.”

I laugh and lick my bottom lip. “God, I have so much explaining to do to my dad.” I shake my head, still chuckling, “Help me with dinner. Then we can watch the show.”

He quirks a brow up. “The show?”

“Our little love has been warming Maverick’s cock all day. He’s bound to need release soon. And if she came back to him soaking, he’s not going to be able to wait much longer.”

“Didn’t know you were a voyeur.”

“I have a Raven fetish, pup,” I answer him.

He nods again. “Fucking same.”

I grab the basil, a few other herbs and spices and then we exit the pantry, but the air around Jonas is still heavy. It’s the first time I’ve seen him not aloof after sex. I’m rubbing the spices on the chicken that’s now in the cast iron pot, given to me by Tabi, waiting for him to say something while adding the vegetables he cut for me. I wash my hands and then throw the dish towel over my shoulder while putting the pot into the oven.

“What is it?”

“Just a weird feeling.” He responds, shaking his head.

In all honesty, I hate seeing him like this. But he hasn’t been wrong. “Like what?”

“That Arlo guy. I think I remember where I saw him. He’s what? Twenty-eight?”

I incline my chin. “That’s what the reports from the autopsy said. And the license in his wallet.”

He crosses his muscular arms limply over his torso and leans on the counter, crossing his legs at the ankle. “The Syndicate sometimes has… kids outside of their marriage. They’re considered ‘half-breeds’ not exactly in the Syndicate unless fully recognized by their fathers, or if they are in the Syndicate, it’s because they don’t have any legitimate male heirs and they need someone to be able to take their place as a legacy…”

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