Page 52 of Ours

“Daddy,” she moaned, looking over her shoulder, her eyes going wide when she realized I had the phone on her.

“It’s Vincent,” I quickly said, flipping the phone so she could see him.

Her body instantly relaxed and I felt like an asshole for not warning her I was going to call him, but she rolled with it, saying daddy again in a breathy moan. I turned the phone around focusing on her lush ass.

“Ride that cock, Princesa, ride that cock like the good slut you are,” he groaned.

“Are you fucking your hand… sir,” I asked, having a hard time holding the phone, while thrusting into Noemi, and watching him. “Are you imagining her wet cunt sliding up and down your big cock?”

I bucked my hips up, holding tightly on the chain, giving me the leverage I needed while I held the phone.

“I’m imagining bending you over and spanking that ass while I fuck you so hard, not letting you come until you’re begging me for it,” he snapped.

“I want to watch,” Noemi moaned, looking over her shoulder again.

“Easton, fuck her hard,” Vincent groaned. “I want to see her fall apart screaming my name.”

This asshole. I rolled my eyes.

“Only name she’ll be screaming is mine,” I snapped, propping the phone up against a cup I had on the nightstand. “Take notes, Daddy.”

I couldn’t help but smirk because I knew when he came back, I was going to be punished, but that was a problem for another day. Vincent said something, but I didn’t hear him, feeling my balls tingle with the need to explode. I grunted trying to hold back, but I ended up holding Noemi’s hips still because I was too close to coming.

“Sir, I was so close,” she whined, trying to roll her hips.

“Being young isn’t everything,” Vincent taunted. “As you get older, your stamina is better, Pet.”

I glared at the phone before I picked her up, rearranging us until she was on her knees, bent over towards the phone I positioned on the night stand with me right behind her, sinking my cock into her tight pussy while creating tension on the collar.

We moaned together as I slowly rolled my hips, looking up at the camera, seeing Vincent stroking his cock. My abdomen clenched in desire, and I wished he was here.

“Make her come, Pet, and I might be lenient when I get back,” he said, his voice full of desire.

I pulled on her arms, bringing her closer to me, so I could wrap my arm around her stomach, then grabbed her face so she could see Vincent on the phone.

“You see him stroking his cock, see what you do to us?” I growled in her ear, slowing my thrusts.

“Fuck, Noemi,” Vincent moaned, picking up his pace.

“Yes, Daddy,” she gasped, when I picked up my pace. “Fuck!”

“Make her come, Pet,” Vincent snarled.

I grabbed her by the throat with one hand, making her bow back even more and used my other to rub her clit.

“Oh god, oh my god,” Noemi shouted, and I knew I was hitting her sensitive spot.

“Color, Bambi,” I snarled.

“Green, oh my god, fucking green,” she yelled.

I held more pressure at her throat, fucking her harder, strumming her clit until I felt the small shaking coming from her legs.

“I’m so close,” she mewled.

“Come on this cock and scream my name for daddy,” I growled, on the edge of my own orgasm.

“Daddy, he’s fucking me so good,” she moaned. “He’s so deep and?—”

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