Chapter Twenty-Three #2
Jonas slumps down to the floor, crawling forward, every muscle in his back ripples.
And when he reaches her, he doesn’t even say good morning or wish her a happy holiday.
I follow on my feet in his wake. He settles his head between her thighs and removes Maverick’s hand, kissing the top of her mound and inhaling her, twinkling lights reflecting off his face and the sight of them together… fuck.
“Baby…” he groans, nuzzling his nose into her trimmed curls, and then his mouth all over her glossy slit, “Did you wear this to get fucked in on Christmas morning?”
“Mmm.” She jerks.
“Did Mavie find you so slick?”
She nods, her hips moving to follow his lips, but he’s just coating his mouth in her arousal. I know he’s doing that so he can smell her later, all day long, the scent of her pussy permeated in his nostrils no matter what he does.
I do the same.
He sits up between her thighs, his knees on either side of them, his sweats already tented.
Using his thumbs he spreads her pussy lips open, covering them in her glaze before plunging one in to the knuckle.
“Pretty little pussy,” he groans, shoving in his other thumb and working them in tandem.
“So warm…” he gr ins down at her, removing his thumbs to display her further, spreading her lips open and I hiss at the sight of how wet and needy she already is.
He licks, then jackhammers his tongue against her engorged bud, and she does her best to buck against him, but she can’t. Our poor girl is bound, being tormented and I love the look of agonizing pleasure on her face. Maverick is a disturbed genius.
“Mmm!”
Jonas moans. “Shhh baby just let me taste you. Relax, baby girl. Mav, play with her nipples. She gets so fucking creamy when you’re mean to them. I want her messy .”
Maverick chuckles and puts his hands on her, “I know. That’s why I pulled them out of this little number she’s wearing.”
I should tell them to be kinder to her, my poor little bird isn’t meant to be tied up…
but I’m fascinated with the way her thighs tremble, causing the lights to glimmer against her flesh every time Jonas dips his tongue into her desperate cunt, licking up whatever comes out.
“You taste so fucking good, Raven baby. You taste like you’re mine forever. ”
She makes a twirl with her finger, signing the word for always and it makes Jonas latch onto her clit.
“You want to come for me don’t you, baby?”
“Mmhmm!”
Removing one thumb to untie his sweats and pulling his cock out, already rigid, the tip angry and dripping . He strokes himself while massaging her clit with his tip, his cock drooling for her, and the sense of wanting to lick up both of their desires makes my mouth water.
“Damon?” He’s looking at me, twinkling holiday lights reflecting in his hazel eyes. He’s asking me if it’s okay if he takes her first in the morning. I give him a single curt nod.
He slides just the tip in, and they both groan. “Fuck you feel so good and so tight. No wonder Damon likes to wake up already inside you.”
I kneel on the fuzzy white rug she’s on, her hair splayed out like a halo of mahogany and silver.
He doesn’t give her more, just the tip, pumping his hips slowly.
I lean over and lick up the dew drops Jonas left on her puffy clit and moan, swirling my tongue where they meet up to her bud, sucking her into my mouth.
I’m lost in the sounds she’s making, the way she shakes, the scent and taste of her perfect cunt on my lips – the need to pound into her and not doing so drives me crazy .
“Fuck baby, I’m not even all the way in yet and I wanna come. I don’t want you to come. Can we play with you all day? Keep you full? You’re the best gift ever.”
I sit up, Jonas stops moving and we all wait for her to answer.
She nods, desire flashing in her cinnamon eyes.
Incredible.
He resumes the slow pump of his hips, pistoning gradually until he hits home. “Are you okay with that, Mav?”
He nods, leaning to ungag her, then removes his boxer briefs to unleash himself. How he’s been so restrained when she looks like this is as fascinating as it is a mystery to me. Then again, I have yet to be able to tell her no. I should work on that. “I need her mouth.”
She looks at me, pleading.
“I’m here, Amourette.” I soothe, rubbing my hand on the available skin, pressing down on her abdomen then reaching lower to play with her as Mav grabs her tits in his hands and squeezes so hard his knuckles turn white, only releasing them to grip tightly again.
Jonas stops moving, lowering his hand to stroke himself instead, leaving just the crown of his cock in her wet channel.
“Look at that…” he groans, “I wanna get this pretty pussy so full… so sloppy… fuck,” he strokes himself faster, his abs flexing, the veins corded along his forearm bulging, “just want to use you all day…
watch my cum leak out on your thighs." His eyes close and his head tips back, “Oh my motherfucking god I’m already coming.” He groans, pecs flinching as he deposits his load into her.
When he pulls out, he sits back on his heels.
"Push it out baby, I wanna finger fuck it back in. ”
I watch as she pushes and his seed flows out of her onto his fingers and he does just that.
“That’s so hot.” He says in awe.
Maverick grunts and I turn to see Raven’s head turned to the side as he holds her tenderly with one hand, half his dick shoved into her mouth, guiding her up and down his shaft.
“You were such a good girl playing future daughter-in-law with Elena but look at you now – just a dirty little whore, tied up on Christmas day, your strapped pussy on display. So vulgar. Needy, tongueless slut aren’t you, Siren?
You don’t even want gifts, do you? You just want your desperate little cunt to be filled – sloppy, and dripping don’t you?
Hmm? Answer me, princess .” He slaps her lightly causing her to mewl beneath him.
“That’s right. You’ll take every last fucking drop. ”
I almost come just listening to him talk such filth, gathering my wits and moving between her legs, shoving down my pajama bottoms and fisting myself.
Jonas drops down beside her and takes the nipple Mav isn’t pinching and sucks it into his mouth, her back arching as much as it can.
“Is Maverick right, Little Bird?” I ask, a small nod answers me, and I feed her cunt my cock, shoving in one brutal thrust. The tip of my dick hitting so deep my balls draw up, ready to come in one go.
I hold onto a thigh, adjusting her just a bit so her legs shift a little further apart and I piston my hips, wishing I could kiss her, ravage her mouth with mine, and feel her entire body beneath mine.
Instead, I stare at Jonas sucking her perfect breast, feeling the way her sloppy pussy flutters around me, and I pump harder, touching the soft skin of her inner thighs, clutching to them, wanting to spread her further apart, using my thumbs to open her up, watching her arousal and what’s left of Jonas coat my dick in a delicious white stripe.
It takes me no more than six pumps before I’m groaning out my release, her pussy gripping me like a fucking vice. When I pull out, Maverick is quick to flip her around and I see why she’s bound like this now – the perfect way to take her on all fours .
He gets behind her but instead of letting her rest, he wraps her hair around his wrist and pulls her to his chest as he sinks in. Tears fall down her cheeks, last night’s mascara leaving a sooty trail. What a fucking sight. And Jonas gets up and grabs his phone.
“Smile for Jonas, Siren. Shhh… it’s okay. It’s just us. Nobody else. Okay? Color?”
“Green,” she says, and Jonas snaps the picture. Sending it to us.
“That’s my good fucking girl, Siren. Are you ready to take my cum?”
“Yes!” She yelps when he thrusts, and her eyes roll back. “Maverick!”
“That’s right, Angel. Take all of me. Jonas, lick her clit.
” He growls. Jonas obeys as Maverick’s free hand moves around her throat.
“You were so good last night, Siren. The perfect girl. But this, this is how I love you – full of my dick, so willing and ready to take what I give you. Perfect… little… fucking… slut.” She quivers in his grasp.
“Not yet.” He breathes, and I reach out to play with her pebbled nipples, dark rose against her creamy skin from being so abused.
“Push back, that’s it… you like the way Jonas kisses your clit, and Damon loves on your nipples so much I can feel you milking me. Do you need more cum?”
She nods but he slaps her.
“Words, mute.” He rasps.
“Yes, please! Please f-f-fill… my pussy… w-with your c-cum!” She sobs.
“Thatta girl, Raven. Here it comes, deep in your tight, delicious cunt – oh, fuck !” He groans, latching onto her shoulder with his teeth, stilling as Jonas pulls back grinning.
“I didn’t let her come.” He grins proudly.
The beast laves his tongue over his bite soothingly then pulls out of her quickly. Making quick work of unbinding her, and we each do what we need to, to make sure she feels loved and safe. I clean her up and Jonas brings her silky nightgown that drives me crazy .
When she’s cleaned up, she climbs into my lap, straddling me, her arms around my shoulders, her naked sex on my now covered semi-hard dick, and I wrap my arms around her middle. “Merry Christmas, Little Love,” I kiss her nose and nuzzle into the crook of her neck.
“Merry Christ…mas. I love you.”
Those words never fail to warm every vein in my being. I kiss her temple. “You have gifts, Amourette,” I say, nodding at the wrapped boxes underneath the holiday tree.
She looks over at them and her eyes light up as if it’s the first time she’s noticing them and turns in my lap, getting on all fours, to reach for them, flashing me her still puffy pussy and I hiss at the lovely sight.
She sits back on my lap and crosses her legs, shaking the small box gently and glances up at me through sooty lashes.