Page 156 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

“Don’t you love it?” Maddox approves, and I feel like a goddess. “Baby girl. You gotta give him a show. Make him beg to cum while your Daddy watches, yes?”

“Yes,” I answer with pleading eyes. “Anything for Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he growls and grabs my face so he can kiss me brutally. It makes me wiggle on Damien’s lap, making him grunt as he stills my hips from ruining him.

“Fuck, Mikayla,” he pants. “Stay still, or I’ll nut before we even begin.”

He’s that turned on by all of this, which brings me so much delight. I’m still reeling at the fact this is happening.

That we’re fucking.

This is what we wanted five years ago, and now we’re experiencing it.

“Don’t worry, baby girl. I’ll keep you occupied,” Maddox suggests as he pushes his cock back into the pocket of his briefs just to slip the material down his muscled legs and to the floor. Stepping out of them, he shows me his shiny cock, stroking it while it has streaks of our mixed cum.

“Suck me, baby girl.”

How can I refuse?

The sight of his cock matched with the fullness of Damien’s inside me is doing crazy things to my insides. Driving me wild on various levels, making me wonder about all the things we could do from now on.

There are no limits to what we can do with each other.

With a few circles around the tip of his leaking cock with my tongue, I take him in one go, making my Daddy moan in approval.

“Fuck, baby girl. This mouth.”

If his cock wasn’t deep in my mouth, with his tip close to the back of my throat, I’d tease him by correcting his curse for the hell of it. That would make him remind me that we can curse all we want during this euphoric experience.

I get out of my thoughts and back to performing what is laid on me.

From the feel of Damien’s cock twitching inside me, I can only imagine him watching my bent-over top half, moving up and down Maddox’s pierced cock. I’m sure my ass cheeks are still red, and my hair is all over the place with how I’m moving. It’s taking some core strength to do this, so I won’t completely fall forward, and I’m thanking all those gym sessions where I focused solely on abs because it was paying off now.

“God, baby girl, slow…down,” Maddox grunts.

Smiling around his cock, I only move faster, wanting his hot cum to hit the back of my throat.

“Keep working him up, Jagiya,” Damien encourages. “Keep driving Maddox mad.”

“Fuck, you two…shit.” I know he’s climbing up to that bridge of bliss, which makes me move faster and even lightly use my teeth to skid up and down his shaft. “Baby girl… you need to stop.”

He’s close.

So damn close.

“Beg for it, Maddox,” Damien instructs. “Or I won’t let our girl stop until you can barely keep standing.”

“Fuck,” he curses. “Baby girl, please… I’m going to cum… down your fucking throat if you don’t stop,” he warns, but I’m sure he knows that won’t stop me.

We’re too far gone for that.

I want to make him feel good. To hear him groan out my name and sigh in relief after another high of ecstasy.

“Baby,” he groans, and I feel him grow rigid as his cock feels double the size.

Almost.

“You going to cum for us, Maddox? Fill our baby girl’s mouth,” he encourages. His hands move from my hips up to my ribs. He grips me tightly, his nails digging into my flesh and sending buzzing pulses of pleasure through me from the firm touch. “Jagiya, don’t you dare swallow all of it.” His voice dips even lower in a predator growl. “Save some for me.”

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