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A waiter comes up—I see their feet—and places another dish down as I continue to tease her. “Thank you.”
Stroking myself harder, I slide three fingers inside her with my other hand. She cries out as I stretch her and suck her clit.
“Are you okay, Reign?” Cillian asks, amusement lacing his tone, no doubt figuring out what’s happening. What I don’t expect is Raff’s words.
“You look flushed, love,” he teases. “Maybe we should get some fresh air.”
“No!” she yells, making me grin and nip her clit in praise. “Yes, no, I mean.”
“You seem unsure. Are you sure everything is okay?” he taunts.
“Fine, everything’s fine.”
Just fine? Oh, we can’t have that. I spear another finger into her, stretching her pussy to the point of pain as I suck and lick her greedy clit. Pulling out of her wet cunt, I slide my hand down my cock, making me nice and wet, before thrusting them back inside her with my precum.
“Fuck!” she curses then tries to cover her mistake. “This meal is so good.”
“I bet it is. Why don’t you be a good girl and finish?” Cillian asks.
She shudders in my grip, knowing exactly what they mean. Tightening my hold on my cock, I stroke it at the same speed I thrust into her greedy cunt. Her legs shake, and when I suck her clit into my mouth once more, she cries out, her cunt gripping my fingers as she comes.
Releasing her clit, I slide lower and lap up her release as I slowly twist my fingers, fucking her through it. I grunt as my own release slams through me. I cup the end of my cock, catching the cum before pulling my hand out of her. I smear my cum across her pussy and push it inside her as she moans and quakes for me.
Grinning, I place another kiss on her clit, put my cock away, and close her legs before sliding out from the table and into my seat. Her eyes are narrowed as she grips the edge of the table. She looks at me, and I lick my lips clean of her delicious cream as I moan. “You’re right, this is the best fucking meal I’ve ever had.”
“I bet,” Dal offers, making Cil chuckle.
Panting, she shakes her head. “You guys are going to kill me,” she mutters.
“You’ll die happy, baby,” I promise.
A waiter comes and clears the dishes while more set down the last plates—chocolate strawberries. She laughs as I groan.
“Fucking strawberries, man. It’s all I think about,” Cillian mutters.
“Me too.” Dal nods. “I went to the market yesterday and got hard in the produce section when I saw them.”
“It’s my favorite taste in the world,” I mutter.
“Mine too.” Raffiel nods as she flushes once more.
“I don’t know, I prefer more salty flavors,” she purrs, playing the game as she picks up a strawberry, sucking it into her mouth with a pornographic moan.
“We need to leave,” Dal murmurs, “or I’m going to bend her over this table and fuck her.”
“It’s our table.” Raffiel shrugs. “I’m eating my strawberries.”
Taking that as permission, Dal stands, and Reign’s eyes widen. She doesn’t think he’ll do it, but she should have known better. Kicking her chair back, he grabs her and tosses her onto the table. Plates fall and shatter, but Raff grabs his, not even bothered, and continues eating.
“Dal,” she protests as he turns her so she’s leaning onto the table with her ass in the air, her face pointed toward Cil.
Ripping her dress up, he slaps her ass hard, making her gasp and grip the tablecloth. Crossing my legs, I lean back to enjoy the show as she tries to stand up. “Anyone could—”
He pushes her down, making her grunt.
“Then let them see,” he says, his voice calm, but his hand is almost shaking as he unzips his pants. She hears it and shivers.
“Dal,” she whispers, but it doesn’t seem like a protest. If anything, it’s a plea, and when I lean around, I see him dragging his cock across her wet pussy, bumping her clit. She grabs the tablecloth, her head falling forward in resignation and need.
