Chapter 112 Triple Shooting {11}
"You'll get to know soon enough," she chortled.
"Get out now," he ordered. Something told him that he wasn't going to like whatever her idea was.
Mrs Inklings sauntered into the room with a tray of cupcakes, "where's Saraphina?" She questioned, cocking her brows.
Lucas straightened himself up. What would he say to that now? would he tell a lie and play along to Saraphina's tactics? or would he rather say the truth?
"Emmm..she will join us soon." Lucas said.
"Okay, sit down please." She told him.
Once they started eating, Lucas regretted why he hadn't said the truth.
Saraphina was doing it again. This time no eyes were pestering around to pin or question her.
Her hand rubbed on his groin repeatedly until she was sure he was visibly aroused.
She had noticed him talking heatedly on his phone while she was cooking with her granny. And she innately knew that that was Lucas' girlfriend.
She didn't like the fact that someone else was actually stealing Lucas' time with her.
As if her dad wasn't enough, a woman she doesn't know was trying to steal him from her.
Was she jealous?
Yeah, she was but she was damn good at pretending that all was alright.
But she had given herself an assurance that Lucas would seek out her affections however gradual that may be.
She unzipped his trousers and watched as his rod fell into her hand magnificently.
Lucas let out a gasp even as some piece of cheese soaked in his mouth.
"Are you alright, Lucas?" Mrs Inklings asked him, stretching towards him a glass of water.
Lucas eyed the glass of water, clenched his jaw as he felt his member slosh down Saraphina's throat.
What in the world was she doing to him? He didn't want this, and he never asked her to do this to him.
Mrs Inklings jumped out of her chair, "are you choking?" She looked terrified.
Lucas shot up a hand towards her, "I'm alright!"
He wouldn't want her to denote what exactly was happening to him.
But how could he possibly pretend that Saraphina wasn't actually throat fucking him?
He tried to plaster a smile on his face, he could hear the still glug-glug-glug of Saraphina's mouth on his dick.
It was swift, sweet and a pure ecstatic moment of torture.
He sagged down a little further as he silently prayed to the stars that his eyes doesn't roll back into his head.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Mrs Inklings sat back into her chair.
"Yes, I am...," Lucas' hips bucked slightly, "I ju..just love the food. Taste great." He said to her.
"I'm glad you like it." She yanked her head towards the corridor that led to the restroom, "now what games is Saraphina playing at? and she isn't back?"
Below was Saraphina, on her knees while she worshipped the strength and longevity of Lucas' staff. She glugged and bobbed until she wasn't sure she could have enough of him.
Lucas' pleasure was her pleasure, his arousal was her satisfaction and she sure wasn't leaving until he was satisfied of her handwork.
"Give me a minute, let me go check up on her," Mrs Inklings said to Lucas.
Lucas nodded absentmindedly, he was at the brink of tears, clouded by the torrents of shivers that were running through him.
He finally let out a soft groan as Mrs Inklings disappeared into the long corridor looking for Saraphina.
"Saraphina," he called out, peeling up some piece of the cover material upwards.
Her green eyes peered up at him while her mouth was fastened on his shaft.
"Please, come out," he begged.
"Your eyes says the opposite," she let go of him briefly.
He gasped again, stretched out his legs before him as he let his hand fall on her full hair when her mouth captured his length yet again.
"Cum into my mouth," she said softly.
"Please, come out...ahhhh...uhhh," his eyes rolled momentarily as her throat swallowed his organ, "before she returns." He finished.
"If you aren't cumming, then I'm not leaving," she told him, smirking as she watched him.
What would he say to her? As much as he wanted this so badly, he wouldn't want them to be discovered this way.
He could lose his job, and he could as well go to jail.
"Saraphina!" Mrs Inklings voice echoed at the background.
"We..we ..could do this sometime later," he said to her, his eyes were begging her to let him go.
Her mouth nibbled on the tip of his dick and he shook slightly.
"Do you mean it?" She asked him.
"Yes."
"Swear on it." She didn't stop her strokes on his staff.
"Saraphina, where are you!!" Mrs Inklings voice sounded much nearer than ever.
"I swear." His gaze held hers.
As she stepped out from under the table taking the other empty seat beside Lucas, Mrs Inklings appeared. "Ahh, there you are! Where have you been?"