Page 394 of The Tempted

I hope Pea has her eyes.

“You want anything on it?”

“Sausage,” she whispered, winking at me before she dropped her arms from me.

I knew that all these Italian’s wanted the old sausage. Speaking of sausage, I wonder when the last time she had it was. Was I last the one?

Whoa, buddy. Don’t go there.

The last thing I needed right now was to think about Lauren getting laid.

Still, I pictured her sprawled out on the floor, legs open wide, inviting me to devour that pussy. Nah, fuck that. I’d rather be on the bottom, have her sit on my face and ride my tongue. Now, that was a pretty picture. I’d grab onto her thighs as she went buck wild on my tongue.

Yes, please.

More of that.

A lot more of that.

“Riggs?” She questioned. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, why?” I said as my eyes dropped to her tits. Had they gotten bigger? They looked tremendous right now in that t-shirt.

I wonder if I pretend to drop a glass of water on the front of it if she’ll take it off and show me her nips.

I wanted the nips.

“You’re sweating,” she pointed out.

“Fuck,” I growled. “I’m fine, just order whatever you want. I need to use the bathroom,” I said, turning around to adjust my dick straining against the zipper of my jeans.

Down boy.

I went to the bathroom and for the greater good of Kitten and Tiger, I jacked off. There was no fucking way I’d be able to sit there and share a meal with Lauren with a hard on. I thought about asking her if this co-parenting thing involved sex but I decided not to rock the boat any more than I already had. Come to think about it, we already had a kid on the way, why not take advantage of the no rubber thing?

I guess we did that already.

But we should do it again.

And this time I’d eat her pussy while I was at it.

It didn’t take long for me to come, and I was thankful for the fancy towels that were a new addition to the otherwise bare bathroom. When I emerged from the bathroom, Lauren’s cheeks were redder than nail polish on her toes.

Cute toes.

I looked back at her face, her eyes wandering the room and her cheeks growing even redder.

She definitely knew I rubbed one out.

But why was she embarrassed?

Unless….

No, did Kitten have her hands down her pants too?

Ah, that’s great.

I leaned back against the couch, spreading my arms across the back and stared at her knowingly.

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