Page 196 of Hide and Keep

Now, in fact.

“Maybe I should stay—”

“No, you can go,” I tell Ryan, my eyes drilling into the side of Ever’s face. I don’t give a fuck this isn’t my house. I don’t give a fuck this isn’t my staff. Ever ismyprotectee. I will see to her needs.

Every.

Last.

One.

Of.

Them.

“Um…” Ryan lingers, a hand out at our food—the food I no longer have any interest in, not because I’m a weak eater like Ever just claimed, but because I got my eye on something much, much more appealing. The second we’re alone, Ever’s getting devoured.

“Yes, well, before I go…” Ryan jumps into his descriptions, but I don’t hear a word. I’m too busy counting down the seconds ’til he disappears from my periphery.Get the fuck out of here, Ryan.I’mabout to gorge and I don’t want an audience, especially not for the first bite. Oh, I’m fucking biting. I’m throwing everything I got into it this time. Ever won’t be able to say shit about me not putting in enough effort after tonight.

I quickly take a single bite of the pork medallion and give a half-assed, “Mm.”

Ever draws out her first bite, taking her sweet time.

On their way out, I tell Edwin and Ryan, “I’ll bring our dishes out when we’re finished.”No need to bother us again. Now fuck off.

“That was curt,” Ever scolds as soon as it’s just us, but she has no room to talk. She’s never been remotely pleasant to Chef Ryan…until today.

With one swipe of my arm, I slide everything in front of me to the spot to my right. My glass of ice water wobbles but I don’t bother steadying it. If it falls, it falls.

“What are you—”

Ever’s pulled on to my lap next, both of us hissing when she lands on my hard-on, and because I can’t resist, I thrust up into her.

“Excuse you. I’m trying to eat.”

“So am I.”

I push the back of her head down, her face pressed to the table’s smooth surface. Her ass lifts in the process, giving me a fantastic view of it after one flick of her skirt. She’s wearing panties but they’re stretched thin from the angle, making them almost translucent. Still working with little to no restraint, I bend down and bite one perfect globe.

“Crue,” she whisper-shouts with a back arch I feel in my balls.

“Still think I’m not a strong eater?”

“I’ve been bitten harder by mosquitoes.”

I half-scoff, half-laugh before tearing her underwear in the middle, exposing her ass crack and hole.

Palms on the table, Ever tries to push up, but one drag of my tongue up an ass cheek has her staying in place, stomach down, ass and head up, just the way I want my dinner—on display.

I’m dying to give her a rim job but worry about eating her pussy after. With all the research I’ve had to do on female anatomy lately, I’ve learned pussies are complicated. They’re overly sensitive to some things but not others. They can take a pounding from a ten-inch cock no problem. But if a single strand of a different bacteria is introduced? Jesus Christ. Out of commission for days, sometimes weeks. After the instant potato fiasco, I can’t fuck up Ever’s levels again. As a newly converted cuntarian, I wouldn’t survive weeks without a taste of hers.

I rip the hole in the fabric bigger until I see the pussy that occupied most, if not all, of my thoughts today. Goddamn, it’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. Every fucking bit of her.

I lick those wet lips, making them even wetter.

“My father—”

“Isn’t here,” I whisper, then run my tongue up her slit, coating the tip in her juices before swallowing them down with a moan.

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