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“What did Chad do to you, Shortcake?” Her skin stains impossibly red as her eyes lock with mine. They’re pretty, like the color of pine trees against white snow. “Shortcake?” she huffs. “I’m tall.” She’s right; she is tall, by the looks of her long, shapely legs. However, I’m 6’2”. But that’s not why I called her ‘shortcake.’ “Your skin,” I grin, “reminds me of my favorite dessert. Strawberry Shortcake.”
This woman is a surprise. An unexpected gift in an overcrowded airport, and I want to unwrap her—in more ways than one.
She grins cheekily. “Do you bite?” I lean forward and put my lips to her ear. “Only if you ask me to, Shortcake.”
Jesus, this man is a snack.
And I’m nothing if not a good boy, at least when I want to be.
She looks like a walking candy cane, her red peacoat hugging her ample form as snow clings to her coppery-blonde hair.
“You just licked me!” I lean down so I’m level with her ear. I know Jace can hear me, but I don’t care. “That was just a taste test.”
“I get the Shortcake nickname now. And I just so happen to like that treat, too.”
“Put your hands on my shoulders,” I tell her. “Yes, Sir.” Her tone is teasing, but my entire body thrums at her words. “Call me that again, Riley, and I may have Jace tie you to my bed all night so I can hear you call me Sir while I make you come till Christmas morning.”
“You have such a dirty mouth.” His eyes darken. “The better to eat you with, my dear.”
Her pussy is going to squeeze my cock so hard. I can’t fucking wait.
“Come for me, Shortcake. Come all over my hand like the good little slut you are.”
“I understand, Sir.” Jace places one of his thick fingers under her chin, giving her a sly grin that could drop panties within a mile radius. “You’re already a natural, baby. But please, call me Daddy.”
“That’s it, baby.” Jace pulls my hair. “Feed your dick to her sweet mouth, get yourself off. I want you to come down her throat while I come down yours.”
“Open your mouth,” I command. She does as she’s told, her pretty hole opening wide. It looks warm and inviting. And when she holds her tongue out flat, I spit onto it.
“I think our little slut needs her hands tied, don’t you, baby?” Jace asks me. “A little reminder that she’s to do as she’s told.” I make a show like I’m thinking about it. “She did want us to use her, after all.”
She nudges her sister again, and Riley finally speaks. “What are you doing here?” “Isn’t it obvious?” Jace’s deep voice rumbles. “We’re here to get our girl.”
