Page 50 of Room Thirty: Perfect Little Doll

It was like our girl knew the show she was giving, and she was so damn proud of herself. I loved her for it. I wanted to reward and punish her all at the same time. My toes curled against the hardwood floor beneath my feet.

“Take me in your mouth,” I rasped. “Show Ronan and Carey how good you suck dick, baby,” I grunted.

Carey let go of her hair, and I wrapped it back in my fist. He started to jerk off to the sight of her. “That’s right, little girl. Put on a good show for us,” Carey chimed in, his jaw clenched. I almost felt bad for him. I could feel how badly he wanted her mouth, but I was a selfish bastard who was too far gone. He’d have to wait for his turn.

She opened and took the tip beautifully. Little by little, inch by inch, she started to work my length into her wet, drooling mouth. The sight below me, her eyes pinned on mine, smiling and bright as she took me deeper, had my balls drawing up tight. Filling with a load I wanted to have her swallow up and carry in her stomach. Our girl opened wider, accommodated my thickness into the wet, warm cavern of her mouth.

She was messy wet, and I knew I was too close to the brink to stop it.

“Fuck, you guys. This mouth, her fucking perfect little mouth, is going to ruin us. Aren’t you, doll?” I felt her smile around my length, and her soft hands went and cupped my balls. “She’s going to make me come,” I panted. Sweat formed at my brow. I shut my eyes for a moment, but no matter what I tried to make the moment last a little longer, it was too much. My hand tightened around her hair.

“I’m gonna fuck your mouth, baby, and you’re going to like it, aren’t you?” I asked, gently tugging her head back so I would slip out her mouth. A line of drool connected my dick to her mouth, but she didn’t seem to mind it.

Serena almost seemed to bounce on her knees, her face bright and happy.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m going to love it.” Jesus! She was fucking perfection.

“You’re going to swallow me up?” I pushed her boundaries further. I needed to know how far to take it.

“Every drop,” she whispered, and I lost it.

Whatever shred of decency and self-control I had left snapped and littered the ground. I pulled her head back, and she opened wide, wider than she had been, and got to work. I was a bastard. A fucking jerk. Fucking her mouth, pumping my hips erratically.Roughly.All while I tugged and pushed her head back and forth. Enjoying the sounds she made around my cock.

When she gagged, I was about to pull her back, but she wrapped her hands around the back of my thighs and pushed forward, letting the head of my dick hit the back of her throat.

“Serena!” I roared her name as my body went still.

Euphoria was too mild of a word for the pleasure she milked from me. Black spots played in the front of my eyes as ribbon after ribbon of my cum flooded her mouth. My legs felt weak below me. The only thing that that kept me standing was her arms wrapped around my thighs as she stared up at me.

“Serena.” Her name slipped from between my lips like a prayer, and I bent to lift her up. Smashing my lips to hers, I poured everything I felt into a passionate kiss. I could taste my release in her mouth, but I didn’t care. If anything, it had my body start to heat up again. When we pulled back, her hands cupped my face as she stared into my eyes expectantly.

“You did so fucking good, baby. So damn good,” I praised honestly, and she looked so damn happy. Bright joy reflected from her eyes and settled into my chest.

“Ronan, get on the bed, sit in the middle of it and get comfortable,” I ordered. My gaze never wavered from her eyes. “You’re going to take care of Daddy Ronan now, okay?”

“Okay.” She smiled, bumping her nose against mine lovingly.

“I love you, Serena. Fuck, I love you so much.” I groaned as I carried her to the bed. I glanced behind her, and Ronan was already there.

Sitting up, his legs parted, feet on the mattress, his shaft heavy and hard between his legs. “Before you take care of him, I need you to take your pretty panties off for us, baby.” My hands moved to lift the skirt of her dress up.

I knew without looking around the room that three sets of eyes were on her. Deep guttural sounds vibrated from each of us as we watched her pull the sheer material down her hips and legs. I held her hand as she stepped out of them, one leg at a time. Serena handed me the material, and I was a sick fuck. I brought it up to my nose and inhaled deeply. The scent of her had my mouth watering.

“Fuck, princess.” I swallowed, trying to control my body.

I was forty. A grown man with more than his fair share of experiences with the opposite sex. There shouldn’t be any damn reason my dick should still be hard, not without some kind of help, especially at my age. Yet there I was. Semi-hard, thickening with every passing second like I used to in my twenties. “You liked going down on me.” She bit her lip and nodded. “These are fucking ruined.” I rolled the soaked material between my fingers. “You must be dripping.”

“I am.”

“Good.” I winked and stepped back, putting a little space between us. “Crawl toward him, baby girl.” My nose flared, and I swallowed when she nodded.

“Okay, Daddy,” she whispered.

I watched her crawl toward Ronan. She didn’t stop until she settled her body between his legs. “You know what to do, baby girl. Take him in your mouth.” I glanced over my shoulder. Carey stood from where he’d been watching me.

He moved, and I watched as he got onto the bed. The mattress dipped, but she didn’t check to see who it was. She was too invested in getting Ronan off, and by the looks of it, even though she’d just had my load, Serena was starving for more.

“Oh god!” she cried out, and I smiled as Carey bent and settled himself behind her, licking her pussy from behind.