Page 36 of Gluttony

“You’re a needy thing, aren’t you.” Not a question. “Look at you, bent over in my kitchen, waiting for a good fucking, an orgasm however you can get it. The way your cunt is weeping tells me you’ve been ready for this for as long as I have.”

She whimpers when I stop to admire the mess I’ve made so far, picturing how it’s going to look covered in my cum mixed in there. Unzipping my jeans, I pull out my cock and pump it a few times, unable to help myself from gathering a drop of pre-cum between my fingers. I lick my lips as I lean over her again, my dick slipping nicely between her thighs and sliding against the combination of her juices and the strawberry sauce.

“Open wide.” Without waiting for her to obey, I push my fingers between her lips, forcing her to taste me. She licks itup with gluttonous enthusiasm, biting down on my finger and seemingly desperate for more.

Of course it hits me now that I can’t actually fuck her. We haven’t exactly been rolling in pussy lately, concentrating on our business, therefore we have zero fucking condoms in the apartment.

Fuck.

Okay. Looking around the kitchen, I eye what we have available, then I remember what I saw in the fridge when I took out the strawberry sauce. Courgette.

With a quick tap to Bowie’s arse, I move toward the fridge and take out the dick-shaped fruit that is technically called a zucchini in the U.S. Whatever…

Taking my cock in hand, I position myself behind Bowie again and pump. At the same time, I spit on her pussy and rub it in with the fruit, carefully edging it into her hole more and more. I need my other hand so I let go of my cock and begin playing with her clit, which makes the fruit slide in easily as Bowie almost bucks with pleasure.

Her screams are like fucking music to my ears as I push in and out, admiring the sight of her widened hole and swollen lips. I desperately want to be inside her, but as stupid as I know I can be, I’m not sexually-transmitted-disease stupid.

Wouldn’t mind getting this one pregnant though…now there’s a thought…

Throwing the courgette on the tiled floor, sodden with her juices, I push four fingers into her, cupping them in just the right way, and I push in and out, in and out, faster and faster. I match the speed with my other hand back on my cock, feeling myself getting closer as I punish Bowie’s pussy. She screams out again, this one louder than the others, and my hand is suddenly soaked. I let loose a low growl and suck on my fingers, the tastebringing on my own orgasm, which I aim straight at her pink cheeks.

Strings of my cum decorate her skin and her hitched up skirt, giving me a deep sense of satisfaction as I watch her arse move up and down with her heavy breaths.

She still doesn’t speak, and I admire her restraint. But also…leaving her like this will be a great welcome home for Hayes and Orion.

Walking around the kitchen island so I’m now facing her, I bend down to her level.

“Next time you come to this apartment uninvited…be prepared to stay forever.”

Her eyes widen, her pupils blown, and I think she’s actually a little speechless.

Perfect.

“Good girl.” I wink and leave her there, taped to the faucet with her sauce and cum-covered arse bare, facing the entrance to the kitchen so my brothers will get a fucking fantastic glimpse when they get home. They may even take her for a ride themselves.

Maybe I should prepare them, tell Orion to bring condoms…

Nah. I wanna surprise them.

Not fucking her is probably my biggest regret for tonight, and even though this was fun, it was also far too easy.

“Come back! What the f—” Her cries for escape are cut off when I close my bedroom door, and I wonder how long she’ll go for before she gives up, or before one of my brothers gets home…

Fuck it.

I’m going to bed.

Might need another wank after all that.

Chapter Fifteen

Bowie

“Hadley, I swear to fuck! If you don’t get back here right now, I’m gonna…” I have no idea where I’m going with this. What exactly do I think I’m going to do to Hadley fucking Beckett that could possibly scare him enough to let me go? Threaten to find his stash of Tic Tacs and throw them in the toilet? To be clear, I’m well aware that I’m way over my head when it comes to Hadley. I bet he and Hannibal Lector exchange trade secrets and savory recipes in their down time.

Looking around the kitchen for something—anything—I can reach with my mouth, I deflate when I’m forced to acknowledge the island is completely bare. In fact, it’s eerily clean and tidy. Do these guys even use this room? If I lived here, I’d cook on those gas burners and the gigantic oven to within an inch of their lives. And don’t even get me started on all of the stainless steel appliances. No way they’ve ever used the KitchenAid blender that’s calling my name.

No, seriously. It’s literally calling my name. When I look back on this, I’ll remember this as the exact moment I lost my ever loving mind.

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