Page 44 of Lips of an Angel


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“Shhh, baby. It’s not too much. Your little body was made for this. Made forus.”

Together, we work to stretch our babygirl’s bottom hole, all while she sobs and begs and pleads with us to stop. But we don’t stop, not until Sloane’s finger has joined mine down to the last knuckle and we’ve stretched and loosened our Little one’s bottom as much as possible.

“I think she’s ready for you, Daddy.”

We pull our fingers from her bottom and while Sloane strips our babygirl’s nightgown from her, I quickly shed all my clothes and climb back onto the bed. It’s smaller than our king-sized bed, and I make a note to buy a larger one for the playroom so we can enjoy our Little girl here as often as possible.

For now, though, the smaller bed will do, though it’s going to be a tight fit—in more ways than one.

“Get in bed with Daddy, baby. Mommy will be there soon.”

Mia turns toward me, her body flushed with the pleasure we’ve already forced on her and the need I can see in her dazed eyes. “Daddy…”

“Come here, angel.” I open my arms for her, and when she climbs back into the bed with me, the weight of her warm, naked body settling against mine, it’s as though my world has finally shifted back into place.

Dipping my head, I capture her soft, sweet lips. My hands seem to move of their own accord, stroking down her body to grip her bottom cheeks, hauling her up against me. She whimpers into the kiss and suddenly I’m ravenous for her, devouring her as she rocks and writhes against me.

“Roll over, angel,” I murmur against her bruised lips. “Daddy needs to get his cock nice and lubed-up to fuck your pretty little bottom.”

She rolls obediently, and my gaze once more latches on my wife. We lock eyes, each refusing to look away as I grip Mia’s hips.

And slide my cock into her hot, tight pussy for the first time in ten years.

“Holy fuck, that’s hot,” Sloane mumbles, stroking her own hot-pink cock, her hips jerking into her hand as her gaze stays locked on mine.

My fingers dig into Mia’s hip as I thrust inside her once, twice, three times. Just enough to coat my cock with her arousal before pulling it free and pressing the tip against her tight bottom hole.

Mia whines, her head falling back against my shoulder as I slowly, so slowly, work my aching cock into her.

“Shh, baby. Just relax and let Daddy in,” I coax as I push deeper and deeper inside her bottom. Her walls contract around me and I have to pause, catch my breath as pleasure invades every cell of my body.

It takes time, more time than it would if I’d lubed up properly. But this is as much a punishment as it is a claiming, and I want to ensure my babygirl remembers this night for a long, long time.

So I take my time, working myself into her bottom with short, shallow thrusts. Until, finally, I’m buried inside her, the heat of her well-spanked ass pressed against my groin. I give myself a moment to breathe, to adjust to the familiar feel of my angel’s asshole wrapped around my cock before once more looking up into my wife’s dark eyes.

“Your turn, Mommy.”

Sloane

This is,hands-down, the hottest and most surreal moment of my life.

My husband and my babygirl are both watching me, need swirling in their eyes as I move forward to kneel on the bed in front of them. Gripping Mia’s hair, I force her head back as I push my cock between her full, pouty lips. All the while, they both watch me, and power hums in my veins.

They are perfect. And they aremine.

When my cock is nice and slick, I lower myself to the bed, hooking my hand behind Mia’s knee and dragging her leg up over my hips as I position my cock at her entrance.

“Our pretty girl,” I murmur, dipping my head to capture her lips as I push inside her. “Our pretty, perfect babygirl. Our missing piece. Do you like the way we fill you up, babygirl?”

“Y-yes, Mommy.” Her voice is hoarse from the screaming she’s already done and her as-yet unslaked desire. “I’m full… so full… and I never want it to end.”

A groan slips from my husband’s lips as he rocks against her, pushing her down even further on my cock. “I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last, Sloane.”

“Just a little longer. I want us all to come together.”

Digging my fingers into Mia’s thigh, I hold on tightly as I rock forward, pleasure rocketing through my body as my cock pressesagainst my swollen clit. Every movement is exquisite agony, fucking my babygirl’s pussy while my husband fucks her ass.

Between us, Mia whimpers and writhes, a vision of debauchery and decadence, her pale skin flushed from our attentions.