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I bite her next, watching her squirm and jump on the table but not moving away from me. She liked that. My eyes dart to her pussy where her carpet mostly matches the drapes. Strawberry blonde hair is nicely trimmed on her mound, but her lips are perfectly smooth. I’ve always hated when girls shaved or waxed themselves completely smooth—tickle the fuck out of my nose when I eat, ya know?

“Zeke,” she says my name louder this time.

When I glance up, she’s looking around nervously. Yeah, we might be in the middle of the Veradin’s dining room right now, but nobody’s home. The expensive walls and crystal sconces will be the only things hearing her screams.

I stand back up because I know I’m going to have to coax her into this. She’s going to love it, but I gotta help her get there first.

Her wide eyes watch me, never leaving my gaze as I tower above her and step between her legs. I’m so fucking hard right now, but this is about her—all about my sweet little slut.

Holding her eyes, I slip a hand between her legs and brush a finger over her lips. She inhales a sharp breath, bucking her hips. I moan out as I lean forward and put her attention back on me. She stares into my eyes, mouth open as she pants.

Fuck, she’s so wet. I easily move my fingers through her lips, finding her clit at the top before I circle her. Her brows pinch, and I notice she holds her breath. I circle a few more times before gliding down and pushing my pointer finger into her cunt.

“Oh, God,” she moans, letting her eyes roll into the back of her head.

I smirk, biting my bottom lip as I shake my head. “Nah, baby, it’s only me—Zeke.”

She giggles the sweetest fucking sound; the action making her pussy tighten around my finger. I love how tight she always is, soaking wet and always fucking ready.

I can’t take it anymore. Pulling my finger out, I drop back to my knees and look up at her when I turn my hat backwards, grin, and then fucking devour her cunt. The fire in her gaze when I turned my hat back was perfect. I knew she’d like that.

Her little moans fill the dining room when my tongue flicks over her clit. I peer up and see that her eyes are rolled back and her mouth is wide open again. Grinning, I do my signature thing and start making out with her cunt like it’s her mouth, but better. I open-mouth kiss her bean before I suck her in, then I devour her entire pussy. Her moans only get louder.

The sound of my smacking lips against hers drives me wild. My cock throbs in my jeans, ready to fuck her, but again, this is for her.

While I kiss, tongue, and suck on her cunt, I use her juices and coat her asshole with my pointer finger. She bucks her hips, whimpering when I lightly slap the back of her thigh. Then I push my finger into her ass while she’s distracted.

“Oh, fuck,” she cries out, looking down at me with heavy eyes.

Smirking, I push my finger in past the second knuckle and then cover her clit with my mouth again. I make out with her cunt, moving with her thrusting hips as she whimpers and moans. She reaches down and puts her hand on the back of my head, and I grin like an idiot.

She rocks her hips, fucking my mouth as I suck and stroke my tongue, finger-fucking her ass until she cums in my mouth. I can actually taste her cum—coating my tongue as I moan against her cunt. Fuck, she’s perfect.

I suck her into my mouth one last time before I pop free and glance up at her. Her cheeks are flush, her chest rises and drops, and her cheeks are flush as fuck. Licking my lips, I love how her gaze drops to them as she lets out a little moan.

“I’ve never tasted anything more intoxicating in my life, little slut.” I wipe at my top lip, putting my finger in my mouth to suck it clean.

“Jesus,” she hisses out as she watches me, squirming when I pull my finger from her ass.

As I stand up, I loom over her as I pull her dress back down over her thighs. I smirk, dropping my gaze to her lips before I kiss her. We can taste each other, moaning around the explosion it creates between us.

The dining room door whips wide open, slamming against the door. I look up and right into Mr. Veradin’s dark glare. What the fuck is he doing here? Isn’t he out of town?

He moves through the room until he takes a seat at the head of the table. Throwing his legs up and crossing them at the ankle, he leans back and rests his head in his hands with a grin.

“Oh, please continue. Don’t stop because of me.” He winks. “I like to watch.”

Billie folds in on herself, burrowing her face in my neck and crossing her arms over her chest. I pull her from the table and into my side.

“That’s fucking sick, dude,” I snap. “She’s seventeen, ya fucking pervert.”

He doesn’t seem to mind, laughing with a thick, deep chuckle. Dropping his legs, he leans forward and rests his elbows on the table with a wry smirk. “Just wait until my son finds out his best friend is banging his girlfriend.” His hard glare whips to Billie when he says, “Can’t keep your legs shut—just like your mother.”

“Fuck you!” she barks.

Smirking, I shoot back at him with my own bit of information. “Just like you can’t keep your dick in your pants, right? You clearly like ‘em young.”

The smile on his lips goes flat when his glare throws daggers in my direction. I watch the color drain from his cheeks as he adjusts the tie around his fat neck. Too many pastries on your way to your office job, huh? Jesus, man. Get a handle on yourself.

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