Page 59 of Room Thirty: Perfect Little Doll

“Where you at, princess? What color?”

“Green.” She sighed happily, and I watched as Ronan shot Carey a tight nod. Once again, Carey spanked her. Taking turns from one side to the other, brightening her flesh beneath his palm. Each time he touched her, she whimpered.

“Spread open those legs for us,” he panted.

The three of us took a sharp breath at the sight of her nice and wet for us, glistening like a diamond. Ronan moved Carey out of the way and kneeled below her to get a better view. “Look at you, pretty girl, nice and wet for us.”

“Daddy,” she whimpered.

“Did you like Daddy Carey spanking that ass for going bare without letting us know?”

“Yes.”

“Did you do it on purpose? To tease us?”

“Yes,” she hissed, and he grinned.

“Good girl. You should know something.” He kissed the small of her back. “We like it when you tease us.” The bastard then shoved his face between the valley of her legs and started to lick her. From hole to hole. There was no denying how slick she would feel. Nice and dewy. Warm. The sight of her perfect little cunt made my mouth water.

“We’re going to play tonight, and you’re going to be our good girl, aren’t you, Serena? You’re going to do exactly what your daddies tell you.” She nodded against the mattress with a little purr as she stuck her ass further out.

“Such a pretty, greedy girl,” Carey groaned. I had to squeeze my shaft.

“Uh-uh, pretty doll, use your words,” Ronan demanded, surprising me a little. He was usually the nice guy, but when he was on edge, a darker side of him came out to play. Oh yeah, we were going to have a lot of fun this weekend.

He spread her ass cheeks wider, giving the three of us a better view of her holes. Jesus, she was fucking beautiful. There wasn’t an inch of our wife we didn’t adore. Ronan might have been on edge, but it seemed like he was hungry, too. He licked her again, swirling his tongue around the forbidden dark spot we would take turns claiming before moving to her pussy entrance.

“Tell us, baby girl,” he pressed as his mouth moved to her entrance and he licked her, sticking the top of his wide, stiff tongue barely inside of her. She tried to shove her ass into his face, but he was ready for it. His hands held her in place while he teased her. Not giving her what she wanted.

“Yes, I’ll be a good girl, Daddy. Please.” Fuck me, I loved the way she begged.

“That’s our girl.” He grinned, pulling back.

I watched as the asshole bit her right ass cheek. Making sure to leave an imprint of his teeth. Her squeal and moan made my thick dick throb as liquid heat rubbed against the front of my pants.

I was close to coming, and we hadn’t done shit yet.

Yet.

My teeth ached to leave a mark of my own next to Ronan’s teeth. I glanced over at Carey, and I knew he was thinking the same thing. Without needing to say a word, we had just added another thing to the list of things we would be doing to our woman this weekend.

Silently, I watched Ronan spit on her asshole, slowly working the silver butt plug into her ass. But our girl only sighed happily once it was stuffed in there. She looked over her shoulder, and Carey offered her a hand. She stood and winced a little as she adjusted to the object inside her ass.

“Do you need help getting dressed?” I offered, but she shook her head.

“No, Daddy, I got it.”

“Good.” I leaned in and kissed her. My hand squeezed her ass. “Get dressed and meet us out on the balcony.” She didn’t try to hide the shock on her face. She pointed at the dress on the mattress behind her. The three of us nodded, and she blushed.

“Okay, Daddy.” She blushed beautifully.

“Don’t take too long,” I urged, and we walked out.

Heavy footsteps seemed to echo against the walls of our house as we went outside. Our place was big and on enough land we were far away from any neighbors looking into our place.

We each sat down and exhaled slowly. Carey reached for his bourbon and took a sip. “She’s going to look great out here.”

“Yeah, she is,” Ronan agreed, and I grunted.