Page 36 of Room Thirty: Perfect Little Doll
“Do you think of us?”
“Always,” she admitted. I pressed another kiss against her neck.
“Such a good girl,” I praised. “Proud of you for telling your daddies the truth. Ronan, pull her panties to the side.” Carey growled. I shot him a look. I couldn’t see the treasure she kept safe for us so I would be calling the shots.
I watched the men in front of our girl. Ronan’s hands skated up her thighs and disappeared under the material of her dress.
“What color are they?” I asked with a hiss, needing to know what color her panties were.
“Baby pink,” Carey shared. A sound vibrated through my chest. “Like the petals of a freshly bloomed rose.” He shifted, and I watched both pairs of eyes darken with need.
“I like you in pink. What do you think, guys? Do you like our girl in pink?” They both grunted like animals. I pressed my mouth at her shoulder.
“Pet that pretty pussy for us, Serena. Show us how you work yourself up when you’re in your bed under the covers thinking about your men.”
“Fox,” she gasped. Her head fell against my shoulder.
“Do it, baby girl. Show us. Let us watch you like you’ve been waiting for us to.” I felt her arm start to move and dragged my nose against her neck.
“Are you touching yourself, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Carey, is she wet?
“Soaked,” he groaned, and when I breathed in deeper, I caught a hint of her arousal in the air.
“Tell us what you’re thinking about,” I demanded, not leaving her any room to argue.
“Wh-what i-it would feel like to, umm, have you guys to-touch me,” she confessed in a stutter. I kissed her temple.
“At the same time?” I drawled in a low tone. “You want our hands on you?” I asked, praying she wanted that.
“God, yes,” she panted. My jaw clenched painfully.
“Good girl. Look at her, boys, being so fucking sweet for us. Telling her daddies what she needs.” Their deep praises were whispered against her thighs. “Carey, pull her panties down.” He grunted and quickly got to work.
I watched the pink material pulled down her thighs and asked him to hand them to me. Sure enough, they were beautifully ruined.
“Ronan, help our girl spread her legs. Up over my thighs,” I instructed, and he nodded.
“Fox.” She looked back at me, trepidation about being so vulnerable and exposed flashed with the desire in her eyes.
“Trust me, baby. We need you nice an open so the three of us can touch you.”
“At the same time?”
“We won’t hurt you,” I promised, and she nodded. Her body relaxed. Ronan lifted one knee up, taking her white sandal off before settling the pad of her foot against the outside of my thigh, then repeated the actions on the other side.
“Good girl. Look at you on display for us in this pretty dress. When we land, you’re going to get down without these panties.” I brought the material up to my nose and breathed in deep.
The scent of feminine perfection filled my lungs, and I turned her to kiss me. And fuck, she kissed me beautifully. Going along, giving me everything despite the rough way I was handling her. I pulled away and swallowed.
“Rest your head on my shoulder, baby girl. I’m gonna hold you while Carey and Ronan make you come.”
“Oh my god,” she panted. I looked at her.
Serena was so fucking beautiful. Her eyes had fluttered shut, her lashes fanned out against her tan skin, that pretty, little beauty mark over her lip trembled like the rest of her body. “We still okay, baby?” I had to ask.