Page 40 of Room Thirty: Perfect Little Doll

“Baby,” she squeaked as her tits bounced beneath the top she was wearing.

“You’re going to look so good between the three of us.” I couldn’t stop the filthy words as they tumbled past my lips.

Each and every one seemed to get dirtier than the last.

“You’re going to take us, aren’t you, doll? One-on-one first, while the two other watch until it’s their turn.”

“Carey.” She started to tremble. Sweat rolled down her neck, and I needed to taste it. Taste her.

“Come closer to me, baby,” I ordered. When she neared, I leaned in and licked the droplet of sweat. “Fuck, you taste good. Even your sweat tastes sweet. I wonder how good that pussy is going to be.”

“Carey.” I throbbed at the sound of my name from her lips.

“She’s delicious,” Ronan grunted.

“I bet.” I grinned. One of my hands left her hip and rose to hold the back of her head, pressing her forehead against mine. “I can’t wait to bury my head between your legs and taste you until you come over and over for me. Squirt and make me drink you up.”

“Yes!” she hissed.

“All while you stroke Fox and have Ronan between those perfect lips of yours. You want that, don’t you, pretty girl?”

“Daddy Carey.” Her eyes started to close, and her body trembled.

“Keep looking at me,” I gritted through my teeth, trying to think of anything but exactly how she felt in that moment. Fuck, I wanted to come. I glanced over my shoulders and knew the guys were close, too.

All from some heavy petting.

Jesus, what would it be like in Room Thirty? Serena would likely unman us.

“You’ll take us, one by one at first, while two of us watch you. We take turns taking that pretty pussy for ourselves.”

“Oh god!”

“Then, when you’re ready, you’re going to take two of us at a time. Then all three. You ready for that? Have you thought about all the dirty degrading things your daddies are going to do to you, baby?”

“Oh, Carey, I’m, I’m—" Her body started to quake.

“You have. I know you have. I can see it in your eyes. Tell me!” I demanded.

“Yes, Daddy, I want that,” she panted. “Carey, Daddy, I’m going to—"

“Come,” the three of us growled. Our voices deep and guttural. I doubted either of us blinked as she fell apart. Her hand never left their laps as she ground down and wetness gushed against the front of my joggers. My arms immediately wrapped around her, pulling Serena’s warm, exhausted body against mine.

“Good girl. Fuck, you were magnificent, baby.” I whispered.

Ronan and Fox shifted in the bed. Both of them stroked her hair and back as she settled comfortably against my chest. I was as hard as the other two, but watching her go wild and shatter for us, then to hold her satisfied body, was enough for me.

Enough to breathe in completely. Relief that I hadn’t fucked shit up hit my gut, and my embrace around her tightened. But it didn’t bother her. She simply purred, her eyes soft and sleepy while the men around us shifted and got as comfortable as we could while sporting erections that we knew wouldn’t go away until later on tonight.

But like always, no matter what, Serena would always be worth the wait.

Serena

“What are you thinking about?”Ronan’s voice sounded quietly behind me.

My head rested on Carey’s bare chest as my hands stroked the muscles. I felt a shift at the end of the bed, and when I looked, I saw Fox’ blue gaze trained on me, as if he never once looked away.

“Yeah, doll, what’s up?” Fox’ deep voice asked calmly as his hand stroked my calf.