Page 49 of Room Thirty: Perfect Little Doll

She was our princess, our baby girl, our little doll, but that was for us. She would give us her submission, but it was honestly us who were at her mercy. Not the other way around. All we wanted was the privilege to love her, pleasure her, and protect her. But she was also a fiercely independent woman with a strong head on her shoulders.

And we loved every side of her equally.

“I’m on the pill because of my period but also because in case I had sex, which I haven’t in over two years, I wanted to make sure I didn’t mess up my chances of going back to school. Not that school is impossible with a baby. I know a bunch of people do it but—"

“You aren’t ready,” I cleared up, and she nodded slowly. “And that’s okay. When you are, we will talk about it, okay?”

“Okay.” Her shoulders relaxed. “Tonight… since I’m on the pill and you guys are clean and I’m clean…” Her gaze floated from man to man. “I would like nothing between us. If something comes from it, it’s meant to be.”

“Okay, baby,” I breathed out slowly. “Now that’s taken care of, are we still green?”

“Yes,” she answered confidently.

“Good.” I petted her pussy through her panties. “You’re nice and wet for us.” The soft touch I was using had her trembling, and I couldn’t wait until we added more pressure and things really got going. “I think Daddy Ronan needs you to take his jacket off for him,” I ordered.

Like our perfect doll, she walked over to him and slowly took his suit jacket off. His jaw clenched. “Now my shirt,” he rasped.

Button after button, a little more and more of Ronan’s flesh was exposed. His broad hairy chest on display. I was dying to have her hands on me, but I was going to wait tonight. I moved and settled into a big black leatherbound chair with a high back and dark heavy wood. “Good girl, Serena. Now undo Daddy Ronan’s pants,” I instructed from my seat, and she looked over her shoulder.

“Fox, get a pillow for her knees,” I instructed. He moved quickly, tagging a teal velvet throw pillow. He reached her just as she finished taking his leather belt off. “Hand it to Fox.” He took it from her, and she undid the clasp of Ronan’s dress pants. “Fox, pillow,” I muttered, crossing a leg over my knee.

I tried to ignore the ache in my heavy balls. The fuckers were drawn up tight, full of a load I would be putting into her tight little body.

Fox placed the pillow on the ground and took her hand in his. “Kneel for Ronan, baby girl.”

“Yes, Daddy Fox,” she softly answered and did as she was asked.

Watching the scene unfold in front of me, a scene I had imagined on more than one occasion, had my head about to explode. I righted my legs as I scooted to the edge of my seat and watched Fox wrap her dark locks around his fist as she unzipped Ronan’s pants and pulled the material down his thick muscular thighs along with his dark ash boxer briefs. His thick cock sprung out proudly. Her eyes skated behind her and locked with mine, silently asking me for permission to take him into her mouth. I nodded because I couldn’t string two words together at the moment.

Serena reached for Ronan’s thick length, and her delicate hand wrapped around the base. The fucker was a little smaller than me, but he was thick as hell. In that moment, he was girthier than I’d ever seen him. That was obvious with the way her fingers didn’t seem to touch as she stroked him up and down.

“Grip it harder,” Ronan strained through his teeth. A deep hiss sounded in the air as she did as he asked, and when she opened her mouth and leaned forward, taking his dick into her mouth for the first time, I felt a droplet of fluid accumulate at the tip of my cock.

Fox and I glanced at one another, and I nodded. Quietly, I stood and took off my clothes as calmly as I could manage. I was dying to rip the material off my body like it was on fire, because fucking hell, my skin felt like I was burning up. My gut was tight and balls burned with a big load I couldn’t wait to give her. But I didn’t rush. Piece by piece, I folded over the chair. Once I was done and left in nothing but my birthday suit, I neared and took Fox’ spot, wrapping her long hair around my fist. I needed to help be a part of it. Moving her head up and down against Ronan’s length, letting her control the speed and depth. Fox wasn’t as patient or neat as I was. The asshole was naked before I knew it, his clothes carelessly tossed behind us.

I leaned in and whispered in Serena’s ear. “Fox’ turn, baby.” She didn’t ask or pout. She simply kissed Ronan’s tip and moved on to Fox.

Now, Fox was longer and thicker than me, and I knew she was going to have her work cut out for her. But there wasn’t a shred of fear as she held Fox in her hand.

“Lick him, from root to tip,” Ronan instructed. Fox’ moans had my dick straining to feel her mouth. But I didn’t give in.

We were each going to have her.

I just needed to be patient.

And if I died before I got a turn, what a fucking way to go.

Fox

“Good fucking girl,”I growled. My hand moved between us and down toward her throat.

She swallowed, and I tightened my hold. Not to cut off her airway but to feel her pulse point beneath my thumb. Her eyes flashed and smiled up at me while her sexy, little tongue licked me over and over. From root to tip, and then I felt Carey. The bastard pushed her head down, making her lick my balls.

“Jesus,” I hissed. “That feels so good, Serena. You have any idea how good you’re making daddy feel?”

“I like making you feel good, Daddy,” she whimpered.

“Fuck,” Ronan cursed, and when I looked at him, he was stroking his dick. His eyes pinned on the way she licked my length.