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My eyes practically roll into the back of my head on hearing her sweet voice saying such fucking dirty words. I don’t even bother to reply. I rock my hips, forcing my cock into her mouth, not stopping until I’m deep in her throat.

Like the good girl she is, Indie wraps her fingers around the base of my cock and begins stroking me as she bobs up and down on the rest of my dick, her tongue twirling around the head. She blows me with renewed vigour, pushing me to the edge once more at a rapid pace.

“I’m close, Gorgeous Girl,” I mutter, thrusting my hips to force my cock just a little further down her throat each time.

Indie takes everything I give her, gagging and drooling around my length as I stretch her lips wide. She hums around my dick, letting me know she’s ready to swallow anything I give her.

The vibrations, along with her beautiful emerald eyes staring up at me through hooded lashes, looking dazed with sex, is all it takes to push me over the edge. I see stars as I shoot my load into her mouth with a groan. I have to bring my hand to my lips to try and stop myself from being heard.

The first spurt of my release goes straight down her throat, and she swallows it all. I pull back from her throat, until the headis resting on her tongue, just as the next couple of ropes of cum shoot out.

Her little palm continues to pump the base of my shaft as she gathers my cum on her tongue, drawing out my orgasm. With each stroke, my tight muscles begin to relax, and the throbbing in my balls recedes. Once I’m spent, my length softens, and the head becomes super-sensitive, so I gently pull away from her touch.

Indie stares up at me from where she’s kneeling under the table, a shy, innocent expression on her flushed face. Her mouth is still wide open, and she holds her tongue out so I can see the pool of cum sitting on it. With exaggerated movements that are just for me, she closes her mouth and swallows.

I watch in fascination at the way her throat bobs when she swallows, taking all of the release I gave her. Once she’s swallowed, she opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out, letting me see that it’s all gone.

She then leans over and licks along the base of my spent cock, making me shiver from how overly-sensitive it is. Once it’s clean, she places it back into my boxers, waiting for me to lift my arse, so she can fasten my jeans back up.

I’m so fucking exhausted and spent, I’m not sure I can even lift my arse right now. Instead, I reach under the table for her. “Get back up here,” I say lazily.

Indie slides out with ease, dropping into the seat beside me with a sexy smirk on her face. I lean over and press my lips against hers, slipping my tongue into her mouth, so I can taste myself on her tongue.

We both moan into each other’s mouths at the feel of each other, my nerve endings prickling with excitement as my cock twitches again. “You were such a good girl,” I tell her, loving the way her smile grows with the praise.

She shuffles on the seat as she grinds her thighs together, making it clear there’s an ache between her legs that she desperately needs relief from. “Does that mean I get my reward?” she asks, sounding hopeful.

I press a sweet kiss to her cheek as I nod. “Yes, but we have to eat first,” I tell her.

Before she even has the chance to come up with a response, Caramelina comes rushing over to the table, carrying our food. She places it in front of us, looking proud when Indie tells her how amazing the food looks and smells. She tells us to enjoy, before speeding away to take care of the large party.

After I’ve put my jeans back on properly, we settle into an easy conversation as we eat our food. Indie tells me about her time away, and all the different places she moved to. I told her about my time working for Marcus, and how things have been with Courtney.

We both skate around how different our lives might have been had Indie never left, and although I was devastated at the time, I can’t deny I’m pleased with the way things have turned out.

Without her leaving and then coming back, we might not be the triad we are now. I might never have gotten to be with Jake and her. How can I be mad about our past when it’s led to a future I’ve only ever dreamt of?

Once we’ve finished our meals, and Indie has paid Caramelina a lot of compliments, she asks us if we’d like any desserts. Before Indie can reply, I answer for us both. “Would it be okay if we just sit for a bit before deciding? There was so much food, but I think if we give it a chance to go down, we might be able to make room for one of your famous desserts.”

Indie looks like she wants to disagree, given the large portion of pasta she just ate, but I cut her off with a stern glare before she can even start talking. Caramelina reaches over and pats mycheek before pinching it. “Of course. You take all the time in the world. Can I get you anything else to drink in the meantime?”

I shake my head, pointing to the half full drinks we already have. “We’re all set, thanks.”

With a bright smile and a nod, she rushes away. For an older lady, she’s constantly on the move. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her walk at a normal pace. If she’s not rushing, she’s sat down.

Once Caramelina has left, Indie turns to me, wincing as she pouts. “I genuinely don’t think I could eat another thing. Why did you tell her we’d make room for dessert?” she whines, rubbing her perfectly flat belly.

I lean in closer, loving the way she shivers from my proximity. “Because I owe you a reward,” I whisper.

Her breath hitches as her eyes widen. “Here?”

I shake my head, but before she can say anything more, I cut her off. “You’ll see.”

Her bottom lip pops into a pout, and I can’t help but smirk. I tell her to be patient, and we settle back into our comfortable conversation as we finish our drinks.

When Indie isn’t looking, I pull my phone out of my pocket, keeping it hidden from her under the table. I view the screen underneath the tablecloth, and I can just about operate it using one hand. I scroll until I find Jake’s number, sending him a quick text.

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