Chapter 8
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.”
“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.
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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.
And tomorrow—like they said, we’ll figure it out. As I snuggle against Mikayla on one side, and Jonah on the other, I know we have a merry and bright future ahead of us.