Page 19 of Their Little Sugar Plum
“We’ll decide what we should and shouldn’t do with you.” I squeeze more lube onto my hand and add a second finger, sliding them both into her.
She whines again, but it turns into a moan.
“See?” I nip at her neck. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“It’s so dirty, Daddy.”
“It’s okay if it’s with your daddies.” I slowly ease out my fingers and line up the head of my cock. Tight, so tight, as I ease into her. I pull out and squirt extra lube on my dick before pushing forward again.
She’s extra full, thanks to Mason lodged in her pussy. He pulls out, giving me more room, and we take turns. So slow, so easy. It’s like we’ve been fucking her together for years.
Mason hands me her leash without a word. I pull carefully on it, urging her neck back so that her head rests against my shoulder. Her tits jut forward and I cover them with my hands, kneading, pinching her nipples between my fingers.
“Yes—oh, please.” She turns her face and kisses my neck.
My orgasm is close. Pleasure builds at the base of my spine. “I want to feel you come on my cock, pet. Think you can be a good little girl? Do that for your daddies?”
She gasps. “Oh—yes—so close.”
“Show me, pet.”
Her muscles seize, her ass gripping me like a vise. She comes with sweet little gasps. Her body shudders and shakes. I stroke and stroke, unable to hold back, unable to slow down. All of my focus centers on the slick feeling of her ass hugging my cock. So. Fucking. Good.
My orgasm shakes me to my core as I pump everything into Mikayla. All my heart, all my soul, everything.
Mason
Mikayla’s orgasm sparks Jonah’s, and I’m not far behind. I can’t hold back—it’s too good. She’s too good. Too good for me, and yet here she is in my arms and Jonah’s, our little miracle. Her pussy ripples around me, spasming with her pleasure. I slide in as far as I can go and empty into her, groaning her name over and over.
She’s not just Jonah’s anymore. She’s mine, too.
Ours.
I hold her up for a long moment, even though my arms are about to give out. I’d rather turn to stone than let her go, but we need to clean her up and get her into bed.
Fuck—bed. After all this, am I going home to sleep by myself?
Jonah pulls out of her ass with a muttered curse, and I slide from her cunt.
“You were incredible, little girl.” I kiss her forehead, holding her steady while she sways on her feet.
Jonah and I take turns cleaning her up. He leaves for a moment and returns with a set of flannel pajamas covered in flamingos wearing Santa hats. Mikayla beams at the sight of them.
“One of your gifts.” He holds them up with a smile.
He and I help her into her pajamas and lead her to the bedroom. I guess this is where I go home. I kiss Mikayla on the forehead. “Call me tomorrow, little girl. I’ll miss you tonight.”
“No—no.” She shakes her head. “You’re staying here.”
“Mikayla, I can’t—you’re my daughter’s best friend and roommate. We can’t have sleepovers here.”
“You can. At least for tonight.” Jonah nods for emphasis. “We’ll figure out living arrangements tomorrow. But tonight, stay with us. It’s Christmas, after all.”
He makes it sound so easy, and Mikayla does, too. They want me here, so I’ll stay.
It dawns on me: it is that easy. All three of us want to be together. So we’ll make it work.
The queen-size bed is barely big enough, but we get ourselves situated with plenty of blankets and pillows. Mikayla lies in the center, looking like a little princess between us.
