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“Daddy, what’s conchood?” Aidan asks.
“It’s a train,” Zoey blurts with the utmost confidence.
Wes shakes his head. “We’ll go over the definition after I get these charges dropped.”
Ariah is trying desperately to hide her smile, making this trial funnier. “They were caught with chocolate all over their faces and candy wrappers in their toy box,” she retorts. “This is an open and shut case.”
Owen stands. “I object. No evidence has been produced, and such inflaming allegations only serve to bias the jury. I motion for the statement to be stricken from the record.”
I burst into laughter. “Sustained,” I state.
Ariah throws her hands up in mock horror. “Justice will not be served in this kangaroo court. I motion for this matter to be addressed by impartial parties.”
“Motion denied. This case is dismissed with prejudice,” I instruct, knocking my fist on the wall just as Kylan, Kellan, and Jamie enter the room.
The twins shoot to their feet, excited to see their aunt and uncles. “Is it time to go?” Zoey squeals, and Jamie nods. Then, the twins dart out of the room without so much as a look back.
“Not even a thank you,” Sebastian mutters, and Ariah cackles.
“That’s what you all get for letting those cute faces fool you,” she quips.
Lunging forward, I catch her off guard and throw her over my shoulder. I spin and wave goodbye to Ariah’s laughing siblings. “Enjoy your honeymoon,” Jamie shouts at my retreating form.
I’m upstairs, tossing Ariah onto the bed, when the guys come in.
“Someone’s in need of being punished,” Wyatt murmurs.
“How about you save the punishments for yourselves? I’m not the one defending two chocolate bandits,” she retorts. “As a matter of fact, I should be the one planning ways to punish each of you.”
“Is that right, Angel? You think we’re the ones who should be punished?” Owen teases, cutting off her panties.
“You could’ve pulled them off, you know?” Ariah tries and fails to reprimand. The lust in her eyes and the wetness of her lacy black boyshorts say she’s ready to play.
Sebastian yanks his sweatpants down, grips her hair, and orders, “Open.” Ariah’s lips part, and Sebastian slams inside. “You know better than to lie, Spitfire. This honeymoon is going to be filled with counting for you.”
She groans when Owen slides under her, and Wyatt positions himself at her entrance as I pass him the lube. It’s the one that Ariah loves because she comes so much harder.
“Fuck,” she screams around Sebastian’s dick, making him moan. Wyatt’s dripping the gel onto his three fingers while he devours her pussy.
I stride over and drop my boxers, my cock painfully hard. “I need you,” I grunt, and she’s wrapping her hand around my shaft. Wyatt tosses the bottle to me, and I squirt it over my length and her fingers.
“This is going to be quick and dirty, Angel. We can slow fuck you when we get to our island in Matu Rauoro,” Owen growls. Ariah mewls as he slowly works his way into her ass.
Once he’s fully seated himself, Wyatt lifts her legs and slams into her pussy. “Holy fucking shit, this is. . . fuck—” Wyatt mumbles, barely coherent.
Wes climbs on the bed, straddling her chest. “I think that gorgeous mouth of yours runs enough that it can fit two of us. Why don’t we test that theory?” Then, he pushes the head of his cock inside her mouth.
My dick stiffens at the scene before me. Owen and Wyatt feverishly piston in and out of her. Wyatt throws his head back, growling, before he looks down to where they’re joined and doubles his pace.
Ariah’s unintelligible words muffle as she grips my cock harder, making me want to stay in this moment.
“Turn her over,” Wes commands, and we all quickly adjust, switching positions. Owen is now kneeling behind her, grinding back into her puckered hole. My cock is thrusting in and out of her mouth while Sebastian and Wyatt are getting jerked off.
“I’m never leaving this pussy,” Wes snarls, snapping his hips up to match Owen’s pace.
Ariah pulls back and demands, “Fucking harder!”
Challenge accepted.
