Page 179 of Unwrapping Deviance

Daniel grabs her face and tips it back. “Eyes up, doll.”

I snicker as she gushes around my cock and all but cums in my lap. “I should tell your daddy what a sloppy, messy little cunt his baby girl has right now.”

“Open your legs, Mira. Show me.”

Like the good girl she is, Mira repositions herself to squat with her knees up and spread, showing Daniel her swollen clit and her stretched hole.

Daniel reaches down to rub between her lips. I move my soaked fingers to give him room and bring mine to my mouth to suck clean.

“Such a greedy doll,” Daniel hisses. “Spread. Wider.”

She does and Daniel crouches between those perfect thighs and latches his lips to her button.

“Daddy!” Mira whimpers, delving her fingers into his hair and holding while riding my dick. “Don’t stop, Daddy. Lick your baby’s pussy.”

I pull her down, impale her to the hilt and hold her until she’s thrashing and tightening. Crying out my name. Her pussy leaking as she’s overwhelmed by the intertwining vines of pleasure and pain.

Her head drops back against my shoulder, and I palm her tits. I roll the nipples and whisper what a good little whore she is, and my brat groans long and thick before cumming all over my dick.

The sweet sensation triggers my release, and I spill inside her. Deep inside her. I wedge myself as far as I can possibly go without crawling into her vagina.

Daniel stands and lightly smooths his thumb into the hollow of her cheek, brushes the violet blossom. His eyes are tender peering down into her upturned face.

“Such a good girl,” he tells her.

Breathing still irregular, Mira reaches for his lap. “I want—”

Daniel captures her fingers and brings each digit to his lips. “Food. Then sleep.”

I can feel her protest bubbling up in her chest, but she relents with a sad little, “Yes, Daddy.”

Daniel smiles and leans down to kiss her. “What if we bring the TV up here and eat in bed?”

Thoughts of getting his cock vanish as she beams with excitement. “Really?”

And that’s what we did.

Daniel and I haul the TV up and set it up on the dresser at the foot of the bed. The remote is pressed into Mira’s palm and she’s told to find something to watch while we bring up the food.

“How is she?” Daniel asks me in the kitchen while we’re transferring burgers and fries out of takeout containers and onto plates.

“I don’t know,” I answer honestly. “She went through a lot. It’s going to fuck with her head for a while.”

He nods slowly. “I’ll take some time off work and stay home with her.”

The casual way he says it, like there is no other option has me pausing, squeezing a blob of Ketchup into the corner of my plate.

“I can stay with her,” I point out. “I don’t have a contract until next month.”

Daniel’s head comes up, his eyes focused. I don’t know what it is about that look, but it pisses me off.

“Am I just here to fuck her and leave the rest of her to you? I thought she was both of ours.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he says, lowering his voice. “We live in different cities. I just thought—”

“I would skip off back to my life and leave Mira alone,” I finish for him, temper rising.

“No!” he snaps. “We haven’t discussed anything. What did you even want to do? Did you want to come with us to Sam’s apartment? Do you want us to come to yours? I’m not cutting you from her life, damn it. I’m trying to figure this out.”

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