Page 27 of Rider Daddies
I’m going to explode my pants. Her dress is hitched up high, exposing her middle. Her pussy remains covered with white cotton. Even through the panties, I can see the groove of her delicious folds.
“We’re gonna need some scissors.” Saint runs a finger over his chin. “For her panties.”
“No,” heaves Lacey from the table. “Use a knife.”
Two can play at this game.
I see what she’s doing.
Where is this gonna lead us?
Saint asks for silent permission, running her proposal by Ryder and me first.
It’s a grand idea, I’ll give her that…I’m just afraid that we’re gonna end up giving her exactly what she wants.
A brother bash.
“Go and get the knife,” Ryder says.
It’s not appropriate to look anywhere but your brother’s face, but I just happen to glance at the state of Ryder’s groin. He’s struggling with this just as much as I am. Saint is no different, limping back toward the curtain like he’s learning how to walk again.
Lacey is trouble.
She’s testing our own limits.
I think she needs reminding who’s the boss here.
When Saint returns with the blade, I steal it from his grasp and bring it in between her legs, trailing it softly over her curves. Her moans rise in pitch.
“There’s a good girl,” I say, lining the knife up with the hem of her panties. I hook my finger under the material, lifting it away from her hot skin.
One…
Two…
Rip!
I peel the cotton out from under her, urging her to lift her hips to help with the process. She does so gladly.
Lo and behold, the rarest treasure of them all.
I’m salivating like a dog.
I think all of us are.
“Her cunt is perfect,” Saint says. He’s in a state of hypnosis again, eyes glued on the prize he let me have first dibs on.
“Remember what you told me earlier…about me going first,” I say.
“Screw that.” He’s already unbuckling his pants and shoving Ryder and me aside. “Take a seat, losers, I’m going in.”
“About fucking time!” Lacey cries, arching her back. “It’s rude to make a girl wait.”
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Ryder shoves Saint. “We had a plan.”
“To hell with the stupid plan,” Saint says, unlooping the belt from his jeans. “Look.” He lifts up her dress completely so her blushed pussy is completely in sight.
Way to go, Saint. Tease me even fucking more.
