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Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers By Alexis Dee Chapter 246
Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 2
Chapter 246 – S*uc*king His D*ic*k Because We…
Mom and I spoke for a few minutes before Zane returned with food and the best hotel service. The way
he fed me with his own hands made me believe it was a dream. I couldn’t help but wonder, when did I
become so lucky?
Where mom left to take a shower, Zane and I sat down on the terrace, cozied up in each other’s arms
and watching the view.
“Isn’t this view pretty?” I asked Zane, who breathed in and smiled, lowering her head to look at me.
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“It is more beautiful when I have you in my arms, sharing it with you,” he smiled, bending over and
planting a kiss on my forehead.
“I was so scared today, Zane. I thought maybe I would never meet you again,” As I recalled those
dreadful few hours of my life, I said.
It was like a horror movie playing before my eyes, and the monster was achieving its goal left and right.
“That would never happen. There is no way I would ever lose you or that somebody will snatch you
from me. You are mine forever. We are born to be together, the good people,” he joked, making me roll
my eyes at his claims.
“I love you so much, Beatrice! I just want to accept you in front of everyone and mark you as my queen.
Every passing day is a reminder that you are still not with me, and I don’t like it.” He cupped my face
before his hands ran to my neck and left me with goosebumps.
Throwing my head down on his c*rotc*h, I unzipped his pants with my mouth, and his hard d*ic*knovelbin
popped out free. It seemed like his c*oc*k was waiting to be freed. As I lay on my side, he ran his hand
through my shorts and shoved them in.
His finger grazed my c*li*t mildly while I passed gentle kisses to his shaft. With every kiss, his c*oc*k
was getting excited and throbbing for more. The feeling of utmost pleasure sparked through my body
when his fingers slid inside me. His thumb played with my clip while he fingered me gently and
passionately. ‘I love your mild scent. It makes me drown in your curves,” he whispered, throwing his
head back and grunting as I s*uc*ked the purple, swollen head of his c*oc*k.
“Ahh!” a tantalizing m*oan escaped my lips when he inserted another finger and curled them inside me.
He continued to relax, bending his fingers gently, before his speed increased.
“Ahh! F*uc*k,” I m*oaned on his c*oc*k, keeping myself calm and shoving his d*ic*k in my mouth. I was
grinding against the couch with his fingers rotating inside me. Closing my lips tightly against the shaft of
his d*ic*k, I put pressure on it when squeezing it in and releasing it.
“Argh! You love s*uc*king it, don’t you?” he groaned, breathing heavily and raising his hips to give a
t*hrust inside my mouth. I was able to taste the pre-c*um dripping from the head of d*ic*k when I
aggressively s*uc*ked him. I wanted to s*uc*k him dry, do it so hard that he releases in my mouth and I
drink every bit of his c*um.
“The weather is so cold,” my mother walking in on us startled me so much that I jumped and pulled
away from Zane. My mom had a blanket wrapped around her body when she joined us. She was
rubbing her palms together when getting cozy on the single sofa.
I couldn’t help but grunt at her. My heart was still pounding in my chest, and my p*uss*y urging for
more. She had ruined the moment for us. I wonder why she had to come out and interrupt. She could
tell we had been doing something, couldn’t she?
“It is very cold in here. You should have stayed in the room,” I said, holding back the urge to frown at
her. Zane slightly mended his posture and pulled his shirt down to cover his c*rotc*h. I know he was
feeling a bit uneasy when pulling up the zipper when she was sitting there like that.
“And miss this beautiful moment? I wanted to sit and talk with you guys. So, what are we talking
about?” She asked with a huge smile plastered on her lips. I wish I could have told her I was this close
to having the best o*rgas*m when she ruined it for us, and now she wants to talk when we are both
dripping with fluid.
“Nothing in particular,” I replied while Zane got busy with his phone. It wasn’t something he was doing
to steal his eyes from my mom, but I had noticed his phone screen light up many times before.
“I will take this call,” he excused, quickly getting up and walking into the living room.
“Mom!” I grunted, watching her shrug her shoulders and act like she had no clue what I was mad for.
“Go see who he is talking to at this time of night,” mom eyed me to eavesdrop on Zane.
“No! I don’t want to be that clingy girlfriend,” I warned my mother into not doing that, but she seemed
pretty adamant that he was up to something.
“Don’t be a fool. There should be no secrets between mates. Go check on him,” she insisted, and I got
up just to leave for the bedroom.
“As if I have shared everything with him,” when walking away I taunted.
As I was passing the living room, I heard bits and pieces of Zane’s conversation with this mystery
number, making me feel a bit uneasy.
“Don’t cry! I’ve been just a little too busy these days. I will come over; just don’t cry,” he said. He
sounded very fake and exhausted but was forcing himself to be nice.
But for whom was he left at this time of night?
Before he could turn around and catch me, I escaped to my room. But it did make me a little worried
because something seemed odd about the way he was talking.