Bennett
“You nearly ready, sweetheart?” I call through the bathroom door. I don’t know what she’s been doing in there, she’s already stunning, she just needed to put her outfit on and we would have been good to go.
“One minute,” I hear mumbled through the door. I push it open to see what it is she’s up to and freeze at the sight of her; she’s applying a red lipstick to her lips, a color that matches the incredible dress her figure is currently encased in.
“Fuck,” I groan as I get a good look at her. “We’re going to be late.” I march up to her, press her into the countertop, and hike her dress up.
“Bennett,” she hisses as she tries to push my hands away. “We don’t have time for that.”
“We’re making time. There is no way we’re going out tonight without you filled with my cum. I want you carrying a reminder of who you belong to around with you tonight when all those guys are looking at you.”
“What guys?”
“Every guy in that restaurant will be staring at you and wishing you were his. Fuck, sweet girl, you have no idea how sexy you look like this, you’re a walking wet dream.” I swipe my finger through her slit, finding her wet enough, still I spit on my cock for good measure and notch my head at the lips of her cunt.
“Rub that clit, sweetheart, we need to be quick,” I say as I thrust balls deep in one long stroke. My head drops to her shoulder, and I bite down on the flesh there. She gasps as my teeth dig into her skin, not quite breaking the surface, but not being gentle either.
“Bennett,” she moans as her fingers circle her clit and my cock pounds her from behind.
“Be a good girl and come for me, come for me while I pump you full.” My thrusts turn feral and her feet skid in their heels on the marble flooring, I’ll be taking her ass when she’s in just those heels later. “You’re going to smell like me when we sit down for dinner.” Her walls flutter around me and I bite down hard on her neck, marking her for everyone to see. Her orgasm pulses through her, taking me with it as I come with a roar of pleasure.
We both take a moment to regain our breath, and I keep my cock buried to the hilt, plugging all my cum inside her. My eyes meet hers in the mirror.
“I like the dress,” I smirk at her.
Peyton
This might be the best ravioli I’ve ever tasted, everything about it is pure perfection and I can’t help the moan that leaves my lips as the texture and flavours explode on my tongue.
“You know what those sounds do to me,” Bennett murmurs next to me.
“I’ll be making them all night, because this tastes so good.”
He leans in closer to me. “I can guarantee it doesn’t taste as good as you.”
I lift a piece of ravioli onto my fork and hold it out for him to try. His lips close over the tines of my fork and I swear I feel tingles all over my body as he chews the mouthful. “It’s good, but like I said, it doesn’t taste anywhere near as good as you. I know what I’ll be having for desert tonight,” he winks at me and my pussy clenches at the thought.
“Have you seen the latest news back home?” Beau interrupts us.
“Seen what?” I turn to him.
“It looks like the vigilante has struck again; two bodies were found within a matter of hours of each other.”
“Two?” I gasp. “Do we know who they were yet?”
“A Terry something or other, and a Barclay Davis,” his mom confirms.Barclay? Barclay Davis. Why does that name sound so familiar?
“What did they do?” Bennett asks.
“What do you mean?” His father cocks his head at him.
“If it’s the vigilante, then he’d have a reason for killing them. Have they released what it is he killed them for?”
“Not for Terry, no, but several women have come forward claiming that Barclay raped them,” Beau’s tone is disgusted.
“Well, he got what he deserved then.” There’s something in Bennett’s tone, something off; I just can’t quite put my finger on what it is.
“Oh my God,” I gasp and all eyes fly to me. “I treated him.”
