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I tried not to remember the fact I’d baked with Dax’s mom in this kitchen before she’d died.

And now we were about to defile it in ways I couldn’t even imagine.

I hoped she was happy for me.

And that she couldn’t see any of what was about to happen from whatever heavenly, or ghostly, realm she might now be inhabiting.

My gaze met Luca’s as he cut open a mango and pressed his thumbs into the soft, maybe slightly overripe flesh. He squeezed a handful of it over my tits, the sweet juice dripping from his fist onto my skin.

I shivered at the contact, each splash of liquid cold on heated skin, my anticipation inching higher and higher, the juice covering my nipples. He licked each of his fingers one by one, eyes locked on mine while he tongued the juice off me too.

I closed my eyes, losing myself to the sensation and soft rasp of his tongue all around the swell of my breast.

He stopped. “Watch me lick you, Nyah.”

I moaned, opening my eyes, watching him. His tongue darted out, circling my nipple, licking up the trail of juice. My tits wobbled with every movement of his mouth, and I was a sticky mess of need by the time he finally sucked me into his mouth.

“Oh God.” I arched my back a little, thrusting my tits up toward his too-talented fingers. His mouth was hot and wet and felt way too good against the chill of the fruit juice.

Lynx watched us for a few minutes, letting Luca get me warmed up, but he kept good on his promise. Luca had as much of my left breast in his mouth as he could, the right encased by his hand, while Lynx pushed apart my legs.

Something cool touched the inside of my thigh, and I gasped out loud, lifting my head to stare down my body at him.

He smiled softly, trailing the small, red fruit across my skin, sliding it, rolling it, each pass getting closer and closer to my pussy. He spread my lower lips and watched me as he took the fruit into his mouth to suck on.

It found my clit next. An odd sensation, though pleasant.

But I knew both of us were really just waiting to get to the main event.

My legs trembled with anticipation, and he didn’t make me wait long. The strawberry was at my entrance, then slicking through my arousal. I closed my eyes, so ridiculously turned on.

I had no idea how I would tell Violet about this later.

But I was so telling her.

The strawberry nudged in and out of my opening, and then Lynx brought it to his mouth to suck on.

“Fuck, Nyah,” he groaned. “I can’t believe you’re letting us do this. This is the best fucking strawberry I’ve ever eaten in my life.” He kissed my pussy, licking his tongue over my clit. “I want to put them all inside you then fish them out with my fucking tongue.”

I moaned, digging my heels into the table and raising my ass off the wood, splaying my knees wide. He grabbed me, hooking his thick, tattooed arms around my thighs and bringing me to him, devouring me, his tongue taking the place of the strawberry and diving inside me.

I fumbled blindly for the bowl, finding another strawberry and crushing it over my mound.

He devoured that, licking it off me and took another handful of them.

Luca’s mouth never eased up on my tits, but the show belonged to Lynx and what he was doing between my legs.

He slid sticky, strawberry-stained fingers inside me, pumping them in and out, while his tongue licked every inch of strawberry juice that had trickled down from my mound and over my clit. It dripped down my inner thighs, and his tongue traced all over it while his fingers hit my G-spot over and over.

Strawberries were pushed inside my pussy, only to be taken out and devoured. He fed as many to Luca as he ate himself, each one coated in my juices.

I felt like a dirty whore and a sex goddess all at once.

Not for one second did I consider asking them to stop. Every ounce of my body wanted this.

“Fuck,” I groaned, staring at Lynx with his lips stained pink from the berries. “I can’t believe you’re eating fruit that’s been in my pussy.” I couldn’t help but laugh because Violet was actually going to die when I told her about this.

Lynx grinned at me. “We haven’t even started with the bananas yet.”