Page 51 of Room Thirty: Perfect Little Doll

“Fuck,” he cursed loudly. “She’s dripping, so pretty and tight for us.” My hand dropped to my shaft as I watched the sight unfold in front of me.

By the time Carey had her coming on his face, Ronan was pushing his release down her throat almost at the same time. The sights and sounds of them coming together, of Carey playing with her asshole, teasing it with the pad of his thumb, had me getting close all over again.

“Carey, get on the bed,” Ronan huffed. Holding our girl in his arms. “You were fucking perfection, honey,” he muttered against her lips.

“Daddy,” she whined. “You came for Daddy Carey, but he needs to come now, okay? He’s going to come deep inside this little pussy, and you’re going to let him.” Ronan groaned. His hands moved between her legs. Even from where I stood, I could see just how wet she was.

“You’re going to ride him good. With nothing between you so you can feel everything he has and so we can feel you, okay baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy Ronan.”

“Good girl.” He spanked her ass, and she yelped with a sexy little smile. She might have just come, but our girl had a greedy little pussy.

And fuck me, knowing that? Shit, it only made her even more perfect for us.

Ronan

I helped settleher tight little body over Carey’s body, but I didn’t move.

I stayed, kneeled behind her, taking in the view. Not that I could see much since she was still in that pretty dress that fit her so fucking beautifully my back teeth ached. My hands stroked her spine up and down.

“We should take this dress off,” I whispered against the back of her neck, and she nodded.

She’d just come hard by the sounds that had vibrated around me while she had me in her mouth. But by the way she was looking at me over her shoulder, I knew it hadn’t helped take the edge off. Her pretty cunt needed more, and we were going to more than take care of her.

“I know, baby. I got you,” I whispered. My fingers did quick work of unlacing the corseted back. “How the hell did you put this on by yourself?” I complained and could feel Carey’s impatience. It radiated off him in waves.

“Hurry the fuck up! I’m dying here, man.”

“I know, fuck, I—" I shook my head trying to stop the way my hands trembled.

“Shit, Serena, you’re so wet,” Carey strained through his teeth. She shifted as I worked on unlacing her. “Is that pretty little cunt of yours teasing daddy?”

“You’re the one teasing me.” I looked over her shoulder, and sure enough, Carey’s fingers thrummed against her swollen clit. The bundle of nerves was nice and plump, and all I wanted to do was latch my mouth around it.

Fuck, she was ours.

I could do that shit at any time now!

I finally had the dress undone enough that I could lift it up and over her body. The moment the dress fell to the ground, the room went quiet. A pin could have dropped, and we would have been able to hear the echo of it.

That’s how hushed the room went.

Her hands rose to cover her breasts, but mine were faster. I reached and wrapped my hands around them, pressing my chest to her bare back.

“Jesus, you’re so soft. Your skin feels like satin and silk. Shit softer than that.”

“Ronan,” she mewled. Her head rested against my shoulder.

“You’re going to ride Carey. Now, baby. I’m gonna hold your hands back.” I thrust forward. My hardened dick bumped against her ass, and she shivered.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Please what, princess? You want two of us? At the same time?” I heard Carey hiss, and Fox started to move in closer. The mattress dipped as he kneeled beside us.

The four of us were finally on the bed, naked and together, about to work her body into a puddle of pleasure.

“No,” she cried, grinding against me.