Four Fun – Four Series Read Online Stephanie Brother

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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
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“No, we have everything,” Marcos says.

All the food I’ve eaten while staying here has been better than anything I’ve ever prepared on my own. Who knows when I’ll bother to cook lasagna for myself, but it will be nice to learn.

All four of the men kiss me goodbye before they leave, and just like last night, after the blindfolded sex, things are different between us. Heavier, deeper, more intimate. I feel like I’m their little wifey, staying at home while they head off to work.

Since I don’t have to shop for food, I decide to shop for a treat for the men … at the lingerie store. They surprised me last night, so I find something skimpy, lacy, and mostly see through to return the favor.

Another message from my mother comes in while I’m checking out, but I’m so excited about the coming evening that it doesn’t bother me at all; I just skim, swipe, delete, and get on with my day.

Back at the house, I put on the new black lace bodysuit and wear it beneath my shorts and t-shirt. It’s silky on my skin and feels like a little secret I have while I cook with Devin and Marcos.

Lasagna turns out to be very time consuming, even with three of us cooking, but also very much worth the effort when we taste it.

“This is your best one yet,” Khalil says at dinner, as he helps himself to another portion.

“That’s because Becca was helping,” Marcos says, making me feel all warm inside. I didn’t contribute anything important — I mostly watched and learned — but it’s a nice thing for him to say.

After dinner, I suggest a game of darts, and the men readily agree. “I have an idea to make the game more interesting,” I say, as we’re about to begin. When the men’s brows perk up, I say, “Strip darts.”

Of course, there are no objections to the idea. We quickly work out the rules, or lack thereof, and I go first. After a few rounds, I have the shirts off of all four men and the pants off of Khalil, and all of my clothing is still on.

“Is it possible to cheat at darts?” Devin asks, as he removes his shorts.

“I’ve been watching her closely,” Shane says. “If she’s cheating, I can’t figure out how.”

I just laugh as I pick up the darts for my turn. The men cheer when my first shot goes off course. The next two are similarly, and intentionally, off target, and it’s finally time to show them my little surprise.

All eyes are on me as I peel off my shirt, and the game is completely forgotten once they catch a glimpse of my new purchase.

Marcos, who was closest, has his hands on me first. “Where did this come from?” he asks, his fingers sliding over the top of the bodysuit, with its strategically-placed lace patterns.

“Just a little something I found in my drawer,” I tease.

“And we’re just seeing it now?” Shane asks as he pulls my shorts down and off of my legs.

“I bought it today,” I explain. “I hope you like it.”

“Fuck, yes.” Khalil lifts one of the thin straps and lays a kiss on my collarbone.

All four men surround me, touching, kissing, licking, exploring, and I have to laugh, remembering how they reacted when I first took off my shirt during truth or dare. Now, they’re all acting as if they’ve never seen lingerie before.

It’s not long before Marcos discovers the extra surprise that led me to choose this particular piece of clothing. “Fuck me,” he groans, sliding his fingers into the opening between my legs that’s part of the bodysuit’s design.

“No, fuck me,” I say, widening my stance to give him better access. I’m already wet, so he pushes a finger inside me as his thumb strums over my clit.

Khalil’s in front of me, a growing hard-on tenting his boxers, so I reach for him, cupping my hand around his thickness. I start to stroke him through the fabric, but soon need more, so I bend at the waist to bring my mouth to his cock.

Behind me, I hear Marcos undoing his belt and then his cock is nudging at my entrance. Just as I wrap my lips around Khalil, Marcos pushes inside me. The three of us quickly develop a rhythm, Khalil fucking my mouth, Marcos filling my pussy. The other two men watch, waiting their turns. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Shane stroking his cock.

“Is that your phone, Becca?” Devin asks.

I pull off of Khalil. “Hmm?”

“Your phone’s ringing,” he says, gesturing to where I’d laid it on the edge of the pool table.

“Ignore it,” I say, bending again to Khalil.

“I think it’s rung twice,” he says.

I look up in concern. The screen’s gone dark and the phone is silent, but after a beat, it starts again. Marcos slides his cock out of me and moves back.



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