Page 18 of Their Little Sugar Plum
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Jonah
Mikayla goes straight into Mason’s arms. He slides the towel from her shoulders and lifts her up. Mikayla wraps her legs around his waist.
“Bedroom?” she asks.
“Can’t wait for the bedroom.” Mason kisses her. He holds her against him with one arm while yanking at his fly with the other. “Need you now.”
“Sounds good to me.” She gazes up at him with longing in her eyes.
He shoves his jeans and boxers down and curses. “Fuck. Condom.”
“Here you go.” I open one of the drawers by the sink and grab a condom. Mikayla and I stopped using them a couple of months ago, after testing and making sure she was on birth control. Luckily, the condoms aren’t expired yet.
“Thanks. Hang on, little girl.” He sets her on the edge of the vanity and suits up, then lifts her back into his arms. “Ready?”
She nods.
I have to unfasten my own pants because my cock is straining against the fabric. I eagerly watch as Mason slowly lowers Mikayla over his length. Her eyes go wide and her mouth falls open as he fills her.
It’s so fucking hot, I can barely breathe.
Not taking my eyes off of them, I reach into the vanity drawer. I fumble past the condoms until I find a bottle of lube. Unsnapping the cap, I drizzle some over my hands and use it to stroke myself.
The candles on the vanity illuminate Mikayla and Mason, flickering over Mikayla’s curves.
Mason groans and kisses Mikayla’s neck, all around her collar. She tilts her head to the side and her deep blue gaze locks with mine. Her voice is full, raw, sex-soaked as she says, “Daddy.”
“Yes, pet.” I jack my hand up and down slowly. “I’m getting nice and slippery so I can fuck your little ass. Bet you can’t wait for that.”
She whimpers out a protest, but that’s how she always acts about anal. She pretends it’s “dirty” and “wrong,” but then she’s screaming into the sheets when she comes. I think she likes the idea of being corrupted, of being “made” to do it.
Mason lifts her up and down on his cock. Small movements that seem to have great impact because of her moans. I’m torn because I want to stand back and watch, but I need to touch her—both to relieve my own need for pleasure, and to give her more.
There will be other times when I can watch. Tonight, I need our girl coming on both our cocks.
I shrug out of my shirt and go to them. Three steps, and I’m right behind Mikayla. Mason’s holding her with his hands on her ass, so she’s already spread for me.
I lube up my fingers and lean in, rubbing my whiskers over her shoulder. “Are you ready, sweet pet?”
“We shouldn’t,” she gasps.
“Mm.” I inhale, breathing in her clean scent. “I think we should. I think it’s going to feel really good for you to be so full of your daddies’ cocks. And how pleased we’ll be with your behavior—you’ll like that, too.”
“But…will it hurt?”
Lust surges, making my cock even harder, heavier with need. Fucking corruption kink. Little Mikayla pretending she’s afraid, that she’s never done this, makes it hotter.
“It won’t hurt…much. First I’m just going to touch you.”
Mason stops lifting her up and down. She presses against him, trying to get leverage of her own, but he clamps his arms around her waist.
“Hold still, Mikayla. Let Daddy Jonah touch you wherever he wants.”
She lets out a soft whine as I make contact with her asshole. I slowly push a slippery finger in, teasing, before pulling it away again. Then I do it again, pressing in farther.
She squirms in Mason’s arms. “Daddy, you shouldn’t.”
