Stella does as she’s asked, her face pressed up against the mirror as her fingers open her sexy round ass for my pleasure. She whimpers as I remove my fingers, place the rounded tip of the brush handle toward her asshole, and slowly push it in.
“I’m gonna fuck your ass with the brush, Stella. You know what kind of girl lets men do that to her?”
“No.”
“A pretty little slut,” I answer, pushing the handle into her ass at the same time as I thrust my cock further into her pussy. “And you know how much I love my perfect little slut.”
She backs up to meet my thrusts. The small room echoes with her screams of pleasure and the sound of my palm connecting against her thick ass.
I rub her flesh and then do it again. “Fuck, I love how your ass jiggles. Your body’s so perfect, Stella. You’re so beautiful. You’re doing so well, pretty girl, taking it all for me.”
Her lips part and she pants my name. “Ronan!”
My cock thickens simply at hearing my name on her lips. It’s not the word as much as how she says it, with pure lust, emotion, and desire. Stella doesn’t see me as a pretty boy to fuck that she can tell her friends about. Stella sees me as part of her heart, a central figure in her life. She sees me as worthy, valuable, and someone she wants to love.
“Say it again,” I demand as I slap her ass.
“Ronan!”
The tip of my finger glides through her slit and connects with her clit. As I press down and she moans. “So pretty when you’re about to cum for me, baby. I want to hear you scream my name when you blow all over my cock.”
I fist her hair and tug her hair back when she shuts her eyes again. “Don’t close your eyes, Rabbit. I want to see the desire in your eyes when you come. Your eyes on me, beautiful.”
“I’m going to come.”
“Good Rabbit. Look into my eyes when I make you.”
My hips move with abandon as I thrust into her, one hand moving the brush handle, the other rubbing her clit. My balls tighten as she grips my dick like a vice, and I come in her pussy as she screams her orgasm.
Her lips are parted, her eyes glazed with post-coital bliss. “I don’t have any panties. I’m going to be walking out there with no panties and cum leaking out of me.”
I chuckle as I lean in and place a kiss on her shoulder. “Ask nicely, and I’m confident Axel or Kian will clean you up.”
She backs into me, and I get off while helping her to her feet. “Why are you like this?”
“Maybe the better question, Rabbit, isn’t why I’m like this, but why me being like this makes you come like a champ.”
ChapterSix
AXEL
“I hopeStella and Ronan are okay,” Laura says as she sips her tea.
My stepmother and father were a little nervous when we first told them about our situation. My father was a little taken aback. He wasn’t sure what to make of his son banging his two best friends and his new stepdaughter, but Laura seemed to talk him off the ledge.
I like Laura. I can see why my dad married her and where Stella got her strength and grace. “She’s fine. Ronan won’t let anything happen to her.”
My father lifts an eyebrow at my words.
Leaning back against the booth, I fold my arms over my chest and give him a smirk. “You know people don’t mess with what’s mine. Learned that from you, Pops.”
The restaurant is a little Italian place, an old mafia joint where the infamous Al Capone used to eat. A fucking institution and, shocker, my father’s favorite place to eat. It’s dimly lit with booths with high seating one can easily hide in, topped with long tablecloths that sweep the maple wood floor. A real shady place meant for shady dealings.
My foot taps, a sign I’m restless waiting for Stella to return. I’m about to get up to look for her when she comes around the corner with Ronan trailing behind with a shit-eating grin on his face. The fucker got lucky. He snuck off to God knows where and got his dick wet.
“Took you long enough,” Kian says as he pierces the tip of his finger with the steak knife in his hand without blinking. We accept that he’s wired like a psycho, and we’re glad he’s our psycho.
Ronan tugs at his gold belt buckle. “We had a little business to take care of.”