Page 37 of Room Thirty: Perfect Little Doll

“Perfect. So perfect.” She sighed happily with a little squirm.

“Any time you need us to stop, you sayred, and we all stop. Okay? No hesitation, no worries. Do you understand?” She nodded. “Yellowif you need a moment. Sound good?”

“Yes, Daddy Fox.”

“Good princess.Greenmeans we’re good to go. We good? What color are we at?”

“Green. Totally green.”

“Totally green, who, baby?”

“Green, Daddy Fox.”

“Good girl.” I looked away and into Carey’s eyes. With a nod, I licked my lips. “Touch her,” I ordered, and he grinned, nodding happily. His hands moved up.

I didn’t have the best view with her on my lap, but fuck me, I knew the moment his fingers grazed her lips with how she shuddered on top of me. "Fucking soaked,” Ronan muttered under his breath.

“Finger her, Carey, Finger our girl slowly.” I watched as his eyes dropped to her pussy and he started to do as I’d told him to. Slowly working his middle digit in and out. Gently and tenderly. His dirty words worked to keep her hornier and needier for us.

“Ronan, keep your hands on her. Touch those pretty tits of hers.”

“Thank fuck,” he muttered and did just that.

The sounds of her wetness started to echo around us, and I was glad we’d asked the flight crew for privacy. The thought of anyone else listening to her sounds would have me seeing red.

“She’s close,” Carey rasped.

“Good.” I grinned. “Ronan, you’re up. Carey, keep her nice and open for us.” My eyes met Ronan’s dark ones. “Lick her.”

“Fuck,” he cursed and nodded, moving in to eat her.

The sounds she made felt like a symphony. One that started low, almost shy, whispered moans that built higher and louder.

“Carey, slip your finger in while Ronan licks her clit,” I demanded. Sweat formed over my upper lip. “Use that mustache, Ronan. Give her a good ride.”

“Fucking happily,” he huffed as settled between her legs. Serena writhed and squirmed against me. Her pleasure climbed higher and higher. Her ass bumped and ground against my length. “Just like that, baby girl. Where we at, princess?” I asked.

“Green, oh god, Daddy, don’t, don’t stop,” she cried. My grip tightened around her waist to keep her in place. Widening my own legs to make sure her thighs were spread nice and open for Ronan and Carey. It didn’t take long until she shattered. Coming hard, her body buckled against mine, but I never once let go. The three of us watched her come apart beautifully. The pink tinge to her skin, sweat glistening, her eyes rolling into her head while her body convulsed. I felt wetness at the front of my pants and watched her squirt against Ronan’s face.

“Fucking gorgeous, baby.” I groaned. I held her as she came down from the high.

Carey and Ronan stroked her limbs with a firm touch. Carefully moving her so her legs draped over my knees, her head rested against my chest. I kissed the top of her head, and Carey draped a teal velvet throw blanket over her. She shivered and looked up at me.

“You did so well,” I praised. She gifted me a sleepy smile before leaning up to kiss me.

“Thank you,” she whispered against my lips then looked over her shoulder at the men who were still kneeling in front of her. “Thank you.” She sighed happily. I watched as Carey and Ronan stood. Both looked like proud peacocks.

The three of us were hard as fuck.

But that would come later.

This moment was all for our perfect little doll.

And if I had to admit, a little for me, since I forgot all about being way too high off the ground.

Carey

I’ve never beenthe kind of man to sleep in, much less nap.