Page 40 of Good Girl
Poppy begins crawling over to Vance, and her butt plug is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. The size of the base pushes against her cheeks, separating them, while the dangling angel leads a path between her ass and pussy. I want to bury my face between her pink, flushed lips, glimmering from her arousal.
“Climb on, Angel. Like a good girl.”
Maneuvering over him, her thighs come to rest on either side of his waist. He holds the base of his cock as she lowers herself onto him, his fat girth spreading her lips as she sinks down his shaft. Her body is angled toward his chest giving me the gorgeous view of his cock disappearing inside her pussy and the plug decorating her asshole.
Strong arms encase around her back, dragging her closer to him. Their kissing has my cock straining, thirsty for her juices gleaming on his cock as she rises and falls over him, over and over, fucking, grinding, devouring. Hands, tongues, skin against skin … their moans are a chorus, filling the air.
“Tristan,” Vance barks my name, and I have to fight every impulse not to attack and fuck both of them until there’s nothing left of any of us. “You’ve both been so good. Come give our Angel your cock too.” When his thighs splay wide, relief floods throughout my body as I race to my knees to join them.
While Vance flattens Poppy against him, I spit saliva onto my cock to make sure it’s wet enough for her. “Breathe,” he instructs her as I line my hard, swollen head against her cunt—where he’s already buried inside her. A little whimper leaves her lips as her hips flex slightly. “Do you want Daddy’s cock, Poppy?”
“Yes. Please, yes!” She cries out when I push forward, stretching her hole, my cock rubbing against Vance’s as I do. “I’m so full, Daddy,” She whimpers twisting her neck to kiss me as Vance grips her hips to keep her still, so she doesn’t force it and hurt herself.
I inch in agonizingly slow, forcing her walls to expand until I’m balls-deep. When I buck forward, they both moan, my pelvis slapping against her butt plug each time I pull out and push back in. Picking up the pace, I groan at the feeling of Vance’s shaft massaging the length of my ladder.
Poppy’s delicious heat cocoons us both, squeezing us tight as we fuck. “Harder!” she cries, and I comply swatting her ass and fucking her sweet cunt with everything in me. I love the way my balls slap against Vance’s as I power into her, relishing the feel of them both.
Gripping Poppy’s waist, I fuck her with abandon, grinding into her, my hips dancing in rough, savage thrusts. With sweat beading over our flesh, watching them kiss and hearing their purrs of pleasure make my mouth fill with saliva.
“I’m coming!” Poppy shrieks as her walls tighten like a vice, forcing a release from both Vance and me. As his cock pulses along mine hot cum fills our girl up then seeps down my shaft. I’ve never felt such happiness. My heart is brimming. I will never dread Christmas again, not when I have them to share it with.
They say obsession is the strongest form of love.
And they consume me.
TWENTY
Poppy
Despite loving being naked and fucked at every opportunity, I slip on the red silk dress that Tristan bought me to wear. According to Vance, Tristan has never celebrated Christmas before now, so I am going to wear the hell out of this dress and dazzle them with the stunning jewelry they bought for me.
I fluff my curls, apply a shine of red gloss to my lips, then pair my dress with black stilettos because both my men love heels.
When I leave the bedroom, joy unfolds inside my stomach, contentment practically vibrating through me.
When I left here to go back to Josh’s to collect my things, I had no real plan. At the time, the crashing reality that I might’ve had to return to my mother’s and would never see Tristan or Vance again was like being held under water, the possibility suffocating.
“Wow.” Tristan whistles as I do a little turn to give him the full effect.
“Wow yourself.” I sigh, taking in his suit. He embodies everything I’ve ever wanted. It still doesn’t feel real, him wanting me the way I want him.
Embracing me in his arms, he burrows into my neck, inhaling my scent like it’s the air he needs to fill his lungs.Releasing me, he tugs me to the couch and picks up the stocking with Good Girl emblazoned across it, warming my insides. It’s my favorite name that they use for me.
“You forgot one of your gifts.” Tristan takes my hand in his, turning it palm up while tipping the stocking until a little box hits my hand.
My heart rate skyrockets. No way is this a ring.
What would I say if it were?
No. That’s ridiculous. I bite my lip to stop from snorting at my own stupid thoughts.
“Open it.” He winks at me, but there’s an anxious energy in his posture, his jaw tightening and his fingers drumming against his thigh.
Nerves dance in my tummy as I pull off the ribbon and tear through the paper. Inside is a black box that I creak open hesitantly. Heart slamming against my rib cage, my fingers brush over the key, lying on a black silk pillow. When I look up, I find Tristan smiling.
“I’ve never wanted to give this to any woman before you.” He takes it from the pillow and places it in my palm, urging me to close my fingers around it. “I know it’s soon and fucking crazy, but I’ve never been surer of anything than I am of us. Of you, me, and Vance. Call this your home, let us be your home.”
Tears burn the back of my eyes as I throw my arms around him, not wanting to ever let him go.
