Adrian's POV continues
“See you.” I tell Santiago before walking away, to sweep the ice cream girl off her feet.
It took me less than a minute before the ice cream girl let me fuck her mouth in the ladies employee locker room. I did give her an orgasm with my fingers and lucky for me she came quicker than I anticipated, which gave me just enough time to fuck her pretty little mouth until I came.
Watching her choke on my dick was just as good as the orgasm if not better. She called me a jerk for almost killing her, which isn't something I was aiming at considering I like my women warm and most of these ladies' mouths are warmer than their pussies, which is precisely why I dip my cock in their mouths before I dip it into any other hole. Santiago is in the very spot I left him, but the girls are nowhere to be seen.
“Good you're here, just how good was the pussy?” He asks looking over at the ice cream girl who is now giving me dirty looks.
I ran my tongue over my bottom lip and shrugged. “Don't know, I didn't have enough time to find out... Where are the girls?”
“Missing Mia already?” He says, mimicking the pronunciation of her name on my tongue.
“Don't start with me.” I warn.
“Nah, it's cool I love that you're trying.”
“Trying what? Instead of an evening with Angel, I'm here babysitting with you.” I growl.
“Angel, we need to talk about her.”
“There's nothing to say.”
“Of course there is, I hope she knows where she stands with Camilla around.”
“Same place she's been standing all this while.” I seethe.
“Whatever it is you do with her, it shouldn't affect Camilla, Angel shouldn't touch her or else back to Dark Moon she goes.” He warns.
I don't see the need for this conversation, Angel isn't my wife neither is Camilla and I don't plan on explaining to either one what the other is to me. Nevertheless Angel will not bother her as long as she doesn't pose a threat to her bouncing on my dick and since I can't touch Camilla, there will be no problems.
“Stupid.” Santiago hit me at the back of my head. Before I can give him a fitting reply, the girls come to meet us. Watching them go in front of us, I get a glimpse of Camilla's ass once again my cock springs to life and I growl, making Santiago laugh. My phone vibrates.
When I take it out there is a message from Angel, A picture to be exact, of her in her favourite brand of underwear, her hair braided to one side decorated by pink bows to match her underwear. Her lipstick is smeared slightly over her bottom lip, she did it on purpose. Another text follows.
Angel: You left me hanging last night, come play with me *rope emoji*
Smiling, I place my phone back into my pocket, this is it. Since I can't fuck Camilla, I guess Angel will have to do.
We take our seats, I sit at the edge, Santiago in between Camilla and I, with Mirabelle next to her.
Halfway through the movie I notice there's nothing from Camilla and Mirabelle, not even the sound of slurping on smoothies I heard in the beginning.
I expected screaming from Camilla and some crying because it's her favorite thing to do. The movie is overrated the art of murder is insulted in this script, every death is predictable and he uses the same technique to murder everyone. I turn towards the girls and they both watching the movie with extreme focus, Mirabelle smiling as she watches and Camilla? Her face is blank as if frozen in time.
I kick Santiago's foot to draw his attention and he growls. I nod to Camilla and he follows my eyes. “She's fine.” He says turning his attention back to the screen then to her. “Camilla.” He whispers lightly tapping her shoulder and she screams.
Her scream pierces the room like it does every time. I threw my head back laughing to myself, whoever gave her the idea that she had the skin for this lied to her.
Which once again illustrates my point, her skin isn't thick enough to withstand me.
“Shh!” The sound comes from the row behind us as well as in front of us.
Mirabelle gets up and turns to look behind us. “Shush yourself!” She yells, leaping to Camilla's defence but also pissing off everyone here.
“Mirabelle.” I say in an attempt to make her sit down.
“What? She hardly speaks so if she wants to scream, fucking let her.” She growls.
“Shut up woman!” A male voice comes through, I get up to punch whoever it is but Santiago yanks me down, I easily fall back into my seat because I didn't expect him to do so. Mirabelle tilts her head, “I'm sorry did you pay for our ticket, asshole? No right. So I advise you shut your scared ass up or you'll have my foot so far up your ass-”
“I think we should go.” Santiago says interrupting her.
I drive us back home, Mirabelle is ranting to Camilla about how we always interrupt her when she's- and I quote, "crushing it." On our way back we ordered pizza and I could smell it as we walked into the dinning room. Mirabelle and Camilla dart for the first box, along with Santiago. I am about to join them when The sound of pots grating to the ground echoes the room, pausing me in my tracks. “No bitch, fuck you and your little sister!” Angel yells from the kitchen.
Mirabelle rolls her eyes as she takes a slice of pizza from the box on the table. “I wonder who it is that is fighting her this time.”
Angel walks in and she goes straight for me, draping her arms around my neck.
“Hey Angel.”
Santiago coughs and I instantly drop her arms. When I turn to face them, Camilla's gaze is burning through my soul as sufficiently as Santiago's gaze. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, seeing her like this almost shocks me but then I remember, this is the girl that gets frightened by air.
“I have been looking for you all day and I texted, even though you rarely check your texts.” Angel pouts.
Mirabelle steps up to her, “Why, does Adrian have something of yours?”
“Only my heart.” Angel counters.
Belle gasps dramatically, “I didn't know you had one.”
“Pretty and funny, no wonder men like you.” Angel chuckles.
Mirabelle's lip curves up in disgust, “Pretty sure it's because I haven't had half of their species under my skirt but sure, let's go with that.” She takes a bite of her pizza. Santiago is holding back a laugh, Camilla violently gnawing on her pizza and Mirabelle has a smug look on her face as she chews her slice of pizza. The low blow at Angel wasn't necessary; she isn't a pass-around whore.
Mirabelle turns to Camilla and they share a look before she turns to Santiago. “Later, my baby and I are going to eat in my room before she loses her appetite by watching your disgusting activities.”
“We're not doing anything...yet.” Angel argues.
Camilla rises and hooks her hand in Mirabelle's. “Whatever.” Mirabelle sneers, grabbing what's left of the first pizza box.
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