Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

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I had to bite my lip every time Theodore’s lips made contact with my pussy lips.

He was treating them with so much care, but also making out with them in a way that caused my body to break out in little shivers.

My eyes were glued to the door in panic.

Previously, I hadn’t felt so scared of getting caught.

Even when I was a nobody back then and would have gotten caught up in a huge scandal, I had been confident enough to do this.

This time, my whole plan was on the line.

But maybe it was more than that.

He pulled away for a moment, giving me a chance to breathe before his hand touched me down there.

My pussy pulsed against his palm.

I guessed my anxiety came from the fact that my body was reacting so hungrily, as if it had been starving all these years.

He rubbed his entire hand against my vagina for a while before slowly playing with my labia with his fingers.

The folds of my vulva moved with his two fingers.

My heartbeat increased every time his fingers came too close to my vaginal opening.

My eyes squeezed shut the moment he pressed his fingertip against my entrance.

The tip of his finger went in with force, causing me to bite my bottom lip before my eyes flew open at the sudden interruption of someone’s arrival.

”Ah! Do we have any more caviar and blinis?” Mrs. Bundy asked, her eyes wandering around before settling on me.

I quickly straightened my back and gave her a cheesy grin.

Under my gown, Theodore didn’t care.

He never did.

It was just like the old times, but this time, his finger was penetrating me.

He began pushing his finger deeper inside me, not caring that we had company.

”Umm, yup! They’re—ummm— preparing some—some— in the outside kit—tchen.” I tried to speak normally, but it was impossible with his finger inside me.

”Alright. Those were exceptional, by the way,” Mrs. Bundy commented with a smile, grabbing the plate from the counter.

I hoped she would leave the kitchen, but it didn’t seem like she planned to, judging by the way she leaned casually against the counter and began enjoying the starter.

”Why are you standing here?” she asked with her mouth full.

Theodore’s palm met my skin, and that’s when I knew his finger was completely inside me.

He twisted it before pulling it out, then pushed it back inside while moving it in a circle.

”Ah!” A yelp escaped my lips, and Mrs. Bundy turned slightly toward me.

”Are you okay? Why are you standing behind the counter like that?” she finally picked up on my strange behavior.

I tried to straighten my back but ended up gripping the counter again.

”I just have this weird stomach ache. I can’t even move,” I lied through my teeth.

That seemed to be a good enough lie, as I knew damn well Mrs. Bundy couldn’t care less.

”I hope it wasn’t because of one of the starters,” she murmured, her eyes on her own plate.

Then she began to yap about the guests and their styles while Theodore’s movements started to quicken.

His fingers were now twisting and moving inside me with increasing pressure and speed, making it difficult for me to stand there with Mrs. Bundy and nod as if I were listening to any of her yapping.

Then, thankfully, the music started playing.

”I bet Mr. Bundy wishes to dance with someone young,” she complained.

I bit my tongue hard when Theodore’s second finger found its way inside me.

”Aha!” I responded to Mrs. Bundy with a loud gasp.

”I think you’re in too much pain. Let me get Alpha King Ragnar for you. He is the only boss who can make you loosen up and stop putting so much pressure on yourself.” She suddenly started walking toward the door.

”No, Mrs. Bundy, I’m—alllll– alright,” I tried to call after her, but I could only stop mid-sentence when Theodore’s tongue touched me down there.

I felt the tip of his tongue against my clitoris while two of his fingers moved deeper inside me.

At any point, I could fall and lose my balance. And now I was afraid of the Alpha King stepping into the scene of the crime.

His tongue moved against my clitoris while his fingers continued moving inside me, making my heart skip beats.

My hand moved to my neck, and I rubbed it as my neck arched back and my eyes closed.

I knew Ragnar was coming. I just didn’t know how to calm myself.

Theodore pulled his fingers out and then spread my legs even farther apart, causing me to hunch down unnaturally while still holding onto the counter.

He parted my labia with his fingers and moved his tongue between them, stopping at my vaginal opening.

”Oh, fuck, Theodore,” I almost yelled.

He began to suck at me, making wet sucking noises.

His tongue moved rapidly against my vaginal opening, his hands reaching around to grab my ass and pull me closer while he continued using his tongue on me.

”Ahhh! Ohhhh! Your brother is coming!” It was the only warning I could manage because physically pulling away from him seemed impossible now.

However, nothing seemed to faze Theodore.

He continued what he was doing, one hand gripping my ass as my body reacted helplessly beneath his touch.

Finally, my toes curled and the muscles inside me clenched as I couldn’t take it anymore and came.

He didn’t pull away immediately, lingering between my thighs for another moment, licking the juices coming out of me.

My knees started to buckle once I had no strength left in my body.

”Theodore, it’s —Ragnar,” I warned, snapping out of it when I saw the kitchen door open and Ragnar come into view.

Theodore immediately stopped, but he was still under my gown.

I watched Ragnar look at me and frown before putting one foot inside the kitchen.

I was in so much trouble.