Page 35 of Room Thirty: Perfect Little Doll

“Breathe,” I whispered. “Breathe for us, Serena. That’s all you have to do,” I encouraged. I didn’t have to look at Ronan’s hand to know it had moved higher up her thigh. Not when she released a muffled moan and her head rested on my shoulder. “Ronan,” she panted.

“Carey, come help me,” Ronan ordered, and I found myself smirking.

Ronan was the youngest of the three of us. The easy, most approachable one. The good guy. But it seemed our good guy wanted to be a little naughty. It didn’t surprise me. He had a darker side. And I was there for it.

I watched as their hands pushed the white material of her skirt up, revealing silky smooth tanned skin for our eyes. The air around us thickened despite the air coming in through the fans above us.

“You like us touching you, baby girl?” Carey asked. Serena leaned more against me, giving me her weight, pressing her body against my chest. “Baby girl, just like that. Part those pretty thighs for us,” Carey ordered. I stroked the delicate slope of her shoulder. I bit away a groan when she did as he asked.

Carey and Ronan kneeled at what would be our favorite place of worship, and if I was right, her legs opened wider. They each rubbed a knee before pressing their lips to the tops of her thighs.

“Who do you think should touch you first, baby girl?” I whispered into her ear hoarsely. “Daddy Carey or Daddy Ronan?”

“Fox.” I loved the way she panted my name. A smile covered my face, wolfish and hungry.

“Hard to choose, isn’t it?” I exhaled and felt her body tighten, almost vibrate with need. My tongue had a mind of its own as it snaked out and licked her sweet skin. “We all want to be there,” I admitted, my voice cracked. “And we will. Fuck, will we ever.” The tips of my fingers dragged against her arm and then reached over to cup her breast.

“Oh god, Fox,” her voice cracked.

“We’re each going to taste you. Touch you. Fuck you so good and deep, we won’t know where you start and we end. The four of us at once.” I painted the image as Carey and Ronan peppered kisses against her thighs. Each one slowly working their way up.

“We’re going to play and love you in ways that will let us learn your body better than we know our own.” She moaned as her hand clenched mine. “You like that? Fuck, you do, don’t you, my dirty girl.”

“Daddy,” she whimpered the name breathily and broken but never so fucking hot than in that moment.

“Ronan,” I called out the moment I grazed her taut nipple and pulled on it. “Ronan, pull her closer to the edge of her seat,” I ordered.

I had no idea what we were doing. Usually, we talked shit out. Planned out who would do what and when. But we were flying by the seat of our pants on this, and from what I could tell, we weren’t doing half bad.

Both men leaned back on their haunches. Ronan went in to pull her closer to the edge of the seat. I shifted my body behind hers, sitting her seat ass onto my lap.

“Just like this. This is our good girl.”

“Fuck!” “Jesus Christ,” The men in front of me garbled under their breath. My eyes fluttered shut as I pressed my mouth against the back of her neck as I tried to hold on to my cool.

They were seeing her for the first time while I held her close. I was envious but wouldn’t want to be anywhere else all at the same time.

“Are you wet for us, princess?” I rasped.

“Fox,” she purred. Her back arched, making her ass bump against my hard length. I knew she felt it when she moaned a little louder.

“You feel what you do to me? I can bet my fucking car Carey and Ronan are just as hard. Three hard daddy cocks waiting and begging for your attention, baby.”

“Fuck, yeah, we are,” Ronan muttered, and Carey grunted.

“You ready for us?”

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Now I’m going to ask you again, Serena, and you need to be our good girl and answer. Are you wet for us, princess?”

“Yes,” she groaned. My lips tipped upward. I breathed in her scent and exhaled roughly.

“Can we touch you, Serena? Or do you wanna give them a show?” She trembled, and a dark chuckle bubbled through me.

“Does our girl like to put on shows?” I taunted, her breathing shallow. “Do you play with that pretty little pussy when we’re not around?”

“Fox—”