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Another soft whimper, one Cordelia took as assent. The thrill of being so in control of her girl and her boy’s orgasms had her slowing her movements, drawing out her own pleasure as their whimpers and moans filled the room.
Until, at last, she couldn’t hold back any longer. Riding her boy’s cock with abandon, she gave herself over to the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside her.
“Oh, fuck. Come with me, blossom. Come with Daddy, babygirl.”
Together they went flying, and now it was their screams of pleasure echoing around the room as molten waves of it rushed through Cordelia’s veins. Head thrown back, she let it flood her, let it take her under as she shuddered and gasped her way through it.
When it ebbed, she forced her head up again, forced her eyes open to take in the sight of her babygirl, slumped against their boy’s stomach, her head turned to the side as she dragged in greedy lungfuls of air.
Giving Ivy’s hair another tug, she grinned down at her glassy-eyed babygirl. “If you can make me come again, I’ll give you permission to use our boy whenever and however you want all weekend.”
Excitement lit Ivy’s eyes. “Yes, Daddy!”
Power. Desire. Love. All of it wound together inside her, sealing cracks in her soul she hadn’t even known still existed as she moved on her boy with her girl’s clever tongue working her toward that shimmering peak again.
The second orgasm was no less powerful, shredding her from the inside out as she screamed out her pleasure. Only this time, it was accompanied by the satisfaction of feeling her boy’s cock swell inside her, his cum pouring into her as she ground her hips against his, taking him past his own pleasure to the point of pain as he whimpered and pleaded for her to stop.
When she was finally satisfied, she slid off him, curling up against his side as Ivy snuggled in across from her.
“Such good little subbies I have,” she crooned, her voice thick with exhaustion and slaked need. “You both did such a good job for your Daddy. I’m so proud of both of you.”
Ivy grinned, her eyes sparkling with delight and a hint of mischief. “Does that mean we can have a reward?”
Equal parts suspicious and curious what her girl might have up her sleeve, Cordelia cocked a brow in her direction. “I suppose that depends on what kind of reward you had in mind.”
Wiggling out of Jacob’s hold, Ivy disappeared into the living room. When Cordelia looked up at their boy in silent inquiry, he just shrugged. “Don’t look at me. I have no idea what she’s up to.”
They didn’t have to wonder long, as Ivy returned just a minute later, clutching her tablet in her hand. Climbing back into bed, she sat with her back resting against the headboard as she tapped at the screen. “You promised me when we got home and all of this was done, we could start really looking at houses.”
Pushing herself up to sit with their boy sandwiched between them, Cordelia reached for the tablet. “So I did. Let’s see… we’ll need at least three bedrooms. Any other requests?”
Cordelia made notes as Ivy ran down her list of ‘must haves’, with Jacob piping up every now and again in agreement or to add his own preferences. And together, they built the future they’d all dreamed of, brick by brick.
Chapter 49
Jacob
“Are you sure I look okay?”
Tugging again at the pale-blue sleeve of his dress shirt, Jacob frowned. Even though he’d picked the shirt out himself, with Cordelia and Ivy’s oversight, suddenly it just seemed wrong. Too formal, not formal enough, too tight, too loose. Nothing about it seemed right and as he tugged, he could feel a familiar pressure building in his chest.
A small hand came to rest right over his heart. Taking one of his hands in hers, Ivy laid it between her breasts, her dark eyes locked on his. “Breathe with me, baby boy. Just like I taught you.”
Over the past week, he’d been subject to at least one panic attack a day. Sometimes more, especially when the dreams came for him. Dreams where Zach wasn’t there to save him and he woke screaming and clawing at the invisible hands around his throat.
Each and every time, Ivy had been there. Teaching him how to breathe through the attacks, bringing him back from the brink of hysteria with her calm words and gentle touch.
Just like she was doing now. Keeping his eyes on her, he matched her breathing, in and out, and eventually the racing of his heart calmed to its normal beat.
“Good boy,” she murmured, rising on her tiptoes to brush a kiss over his lips. “Feel better?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good.” A smile curved her lips, and the wicked glint sent his heart racing again for an entirely different reason. “And for the record, I don’t think you look okay. I think you look hot as fuck and I can’t wait to get you home to?—”
Whatever she’d been about to suggest was cut off by the opening of the door behind them. Cordelia stepped into the conference room they’d been ushered into nearly twenty minutes ago, her eyebrows raising when she spotted them. “Everything okay?”
“Just doing some breath work,” Ivy answered breezily. “Are they almost ready?”
