Page 25 of Rider Daddies
“If you want more, I suggest you invite your brothers to come and play.” She walks to the bar and sets the empty glasses on the counter.
Ryder and Saint stand frozen, jaws wide open. Their eyes are the only parts of their body that are moving, following Lacey as she walks around the main room.
She’s been here twenty-four hours and struts around like she owns the place.
I catch Saint’s pissed off eyes. “She doesn’t get to do that,” he tells us.
“No shit,” Ryder says absentmindedly, too busy watching oursignorina.“We should punish her.”
“I agree.” My mouth speaks before my brain has the chance to catch up. “She needs to feel what we feel.” I give them both a hard look. “This isn’t about us. It’s about her. About justice.”
Our eyes bounce between each other, silence extending as we each wait for the others to make a move.
As the eldest, I suppose they’re counting on me.
I take off from the bar, Ryder and Saint following. We should have come up with a plan…it’s really not the best idea to launch ourselves at her and see where the wind takes us. But my head is clouded.
My cock is revengeful.
Chairs clatter to the ground as we advance like an army to the other side of the room. Hearing the disturbance, she turns around, empty glasses in each of her hands. I boulder her way and knock them both out of her hands. A little shriek leaves her mouth as the glass rains to the floor.
This is what she gets for trying to mess with us.
I pick her up from the floor and sling her over one shoulder, placing her flat over one of the tables.
“What are you?—?”
“You’ve angered us, sweetheart.” I catch her eyes again.
Bad fucking idea.
The shadows cross over her face again, eyes darkening.
She arches her eyebrow, propping herself up on the table. “What are you gonna do about it then?” She extends her eyes to my younger brothers, giving them a lip bite. “Why don’t you come inside?” She parts her legs, reaching down to play with her pussy. “And see how wet I am?”
“You need to be punished,” Ryder says. He jumps onto the table and takes over her legs, parting them until I see a flash of something white.
“Then—” The tooth sinks further into her lip. “Punish me.”
Are those white panties?
The panties that she was supposed to get married in?
Oh my fucking god, I feel like I’m about to burst. My battery of restraint has run down to zero. I have nothing left in the tank but cum, which I intend to spill deep inside of Lacey.
Saint very kindly gave me the invitation earlier to take a turn inside first. That means I’ll be the first here to claim her.
I bring my finger to the apex of her thighs. Even through her panties, she’s dripping wet.
“You’re a dirty girl.”
Her entire body is shaking, and I’m barely even touching her.
The other two watch closely as I tease my finger at her inner thighs, drawing closer and closer to where she wants me.
She moans the most wonderful sound. “Oh my god, this feels…”
So good that she can’t even finish the sentence, apparently.
