Chapter 19 Tristan
NINETEEN
Tristan
Staring at Poppy—curled up next to Vance, sleeping in my bed—steals the breath straight from my lungs. I stalk her like a lion strutting to a feast then nuzzle her neck.
“Good morning,” I murmur into her skin and inhale her scent, loving the vanilla shit she lathers her skin in.
Stretching like a cat, she beams at me. “Morning.”
“Are you sure it’s morning?” Vance cracks open an eye and throws his arm around Poppy’s waist, dragging her back against his body.
“It’s Christmas morning.” I pull the duvet off of them when they attempt to snuggle and close their eyes. Both complain and reach for the duvet, but I’m fast, flinging it to the rug at the end of the bed.
“I have a gift for you, Poppy.” That gets her attention, pushing out of Vance’s embrace she crawls onto my lap.
“Is it big, hard, and full of jewelry?” she asks in an airy breath, dropping her eyes to where my cock tents my shorts. Fuck, now I wish I’d tied a ribbon to my cock.
Her hand slips down my bare chest then continues lower. “Because that’s what I asked for.” She giggles, and I grab her hand before she can wrap it around the wrong gift
Getting to my feet, I hoist her over my shoulder, making her squeal. I slap her bare ass, loving her shocked intake of breath. From this angle, I can smell her pussy, and it’s making me hungry.
“Are you coming, lazy ass?” I throw over my other shoulder to Vance.
“Did you get me a gift?”
I quickly spin around to answer him, melodic laughter spilling from Poppy at the speed.
“Our gift is a joint gift this year,” I tell him, using my fingers to part Poppy’s pussy lips, flashing him her slick, wet hole.
I move my hand farther up to her ass then use both hands to spread her ass cheeks, balancing her body on my broad shoulder. “Or do you want this one?”
He leaps off the bed and comes to stand in front of me, pushing a finger into my mouth.
I swirl my tongue around it, and his eyes darken.
I release his finger, then we repeat the process when he adds his pinky to my mouth before biting his lip and nodding for me to spread her cheeks again.
When he pushes his index finger in her ass and his pinky into her dripping cunt, her little gasp makes my cock ache to be inside her, desire unfurling like fire in my gut and balls.
“Why have one when you can take both?” He grins at me, capturing my lips for a punishing kiss while pumping his fingers into our girl.
“More.” She braces her hands on my hips, lifting her body slightly.
Vance breaks our kiss and snorts. “Such a greedy little slut.” He leans over her ass to dribble his spit down her crease, letting it gather around his finger, still knuckle-deep inside her. Pulling out, he adds a second finger to her ass, and she moans.
“You like me in your ass, Angel?”
“Yes,” she replies instantly.
“Your other gifts first,” I announce, backing her up so his fingers slip free. A smile stretches my lips when she whines like a spoiled princess.
Vance slaps her ass as I walk her down the hallway to the living room, placing her on her feet.
There’s a red stocking filled with a few small gifts we put out last night on the fire mantel, each box complete with red bows—just like the one she wore when I first tasted her. A shiver races up my spine at the memory.
“You really got me gifts?” she says in awe, her spectacular eyes sparkling.
She picks up the stocking, reading the words stitched across the white fur trim.
Good Girl
Vance’s grin surely matches my own as we watch her. She’s naked—my favorite view—with excitement emanating from her.
She takes out the first box, placing the stocking on the coffee table, her eyes dancing over the red bow and her teeth puncturing her plump bottom lip as she rattles it, making Vance wince.
Pulling at the ribbon, it flutters to the floor as she tears at the silver paper until she finds the jewelry box beneath.
Clicking it open, her green eyes grow wide.
“Jewelry?” She shakes her head, sending her curls bouncing. “No, that’s too much.” Her fingers pluck out the little hooped rings with a diamond cross hanging from each of them.
“They reminded me of your tattoo,” Vance explains, taking an earring from her, clasping her earlobe, and fixing the earring in place before repeating the steps with her other ear. The diamonds capture the light and sparkle. “Perfect.”
His lids become heavy as he watches her strut to the mirror hanging behind the bar where she stands on her tiptoes to peer into it. “Oh my god, they’re so gorgeous, Vance!”
Vance looks to me, and I nod. “That’s one word for it.” I reply, gazing at her. She is beauty personified. My obsession.
“I feel bad,” she pouts. “I didn’t get either of you anything.”
When Vance summons her with an outstretched hand, she strolls back to us, her tits bouncing with her movement, drawing our attention to her rosy budding nipples. He cocoons her in his arms as soon as she’s within reach. “You’re all the gift we need, Angel.”
“Open another,” I tell her, eager to see more excitement on her face and jewels on her body. She should be a fucking model for jewelers everywhere.
Handing her another box, she tears through the ribbon and wrapping paper. When she sees what’s inside, her ass drops to the couch, her mouth falling open.
“These can’t be real.” She winds the diamond necklace through her fingers.
It’s a choke chain with a hoop on one end and a cross on the other that’s pushed through the hoop, the arms of the cross preventing the chain from parting.
I see her mind ticking, trying to understand how it will hang.
My cock is throbbing in beat with my pulse at the images firing through my brain of her wearing it.
Scoffing, Vance takes the chain from her and places it over her head, settling it around her neck before slipping the hoop up the chain a little so the cross sits right between her tits. “We would never cheapen you with anything that wasn’t real, Angel.”
I lean forward, clasping the cross in my grip then tugging until the hoop slides farther up the chain so it pulls taut against her throat.
The shock in her eyes combined with the diamond chain digging into her delectable skin awakens every cell inside of me, blood rushing through my veins and tiny hairs lifting all over my skin.
Keeping the cross portion of the chain in my hand, I urge her forward. She has no choice but to oblige, and if her tongue flicking out to dampen her bottom lip is any indication, I don’t think she minds.
I lower myself until I’m sitting on the heels of my feet, keeping her restrained.
“On all fours for your next gift, Angel.” Vance points to the ground before he kneels beside her, running a hand down her spine, encouraging her.
Not taking her eyes off me, she presses her palms to the rug beneath her, her pupils expanding, swallowing the green depths. Vance takes another box from her stocking, holding it in front of her mouth.
“Pull the ribbon with your teeth.” Complying with his order, she closes her bite over the red silk, then he pulls the box toward him, loosening the ribbon.
Unwrapping the box for her, he lifts the lid, and her eyes dip to see the prize inside.
“Is that like the balls you put inside me?” She peers down at the glass, acorn-shaped butt plug.
The flared base has a beautiful diamond-encrusted angel pendant that will dangle between her peach-like cheeks once it’s in place.
“This…” He plucks it from the box, “is for your precious ass.” Her breathing picks up. “Take Daddy’s cock out.”
She reaches for me, yanking my shorts down my hips so my cock springs free, stiff and aching for her. “Such a good girl.” Bottom lip clamped between her teeth, she lights up at his praise. “Take him in your mouth.”
He looks at me, and I hand him her chain before placing my hands on my knees, palms facing up. When a throaty approval rattles in the back of his throat, my cock jumps. Poppy giggles before closing her juicy lips over my glistening, swollen tip, tasting me with a delicious whimper.
Flattening her tongue against my shaft, she pushes down my Jacob’s ladder sending a shockwave of euphoria to my balls. “Fuck, Poppy. Suck Daddy’s cock, just like that,” I groan huskily, flexing my hips.
When she takes me all the way to the back of her throat, Vance tightens her chain, and I feel her windpipe constrict against my cock.
She stays there with me, so deep I fear she’ll choke to death before he releases her.
When he does, she rapidly pulls up, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“I’m going to come!” I bellow as Vance grips her hair, keeping her in place.
“Don’t swallow,” he orders, dropping her chain. My hot cum paints the inside of her mouth until I’m shuddering with nothing left. “So good, taking Daddy’s cock.” He runs his hand through her curls, caressing her cheek.
Holding the butt plug by the flared base, Vance puts it to her mouth. “Spill.”
Seeing my cum dribble from her lips like icing over a cake has my cock beginning to grow again.
“You’re both so fucking perfect.” When he brings the plug to his lips to catch the dripping cum that leaks over his fingers before moving behind her, my dick gets so hard, I could hammer nails with it. “Take a breath, Angel.”
She inhales, watching me with the remnants of my spunk coating her luscious lips as he moves behind her. Arching her back, she moans and drops her head.
“Fuck,” he grunts, standing to rid himself of his shorts. My mouth goes dry, watching his muscles work as he moves the coffee table to the other side of the room before returning to us and lying on the rug.
“On the couch, Tristan.” I jump up at his command, sitting on the couch, palms up beside me. With his feet toward me and his penetrating gaze searing into Poppy, I have the perfect view of his naked form. “Crawl to your master, Angel. Show Daddy that perfect ass, all dressed up for Christmas.
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.