It was all the encouragement she needed to loosen her jaw, taking him in as deeply as she could manage even as she gagged around him.
“My pretty Ky,” Danny murmured as he fucked her face with abandon. “I’m so close, Ky. Are you gonna swallow all of me like a good girl?”
She nodded as best as she could in her current awkward position, but it was enough to have him moving even faster, her jaw and lips aching from being stretched open as he used her mouth for his own pleasure.
And then he went still, and the hot, salty taste of him poured down her throat as she instinctively swallowed every last drop.
“Good girl,” Danny praised in that deep, throaty voice of his that had her pussy spasming around their Mommy’s cock. “I wanna see you come, Ky. You and Mommy both. You’re both so pretty when you come.”
“What do you say, little dove? Should we give our sweet boy a show?”
“Y-yes, Mommy,” Kylie managed to choke out, her own voice raspy from the abuse of her throat.
“Then come for us, pretty girl. Now.”
The command, combined with her Mommy’s knowing fingers, sent her flying, her screams ripping free of her achingthroat as pleasure flooded her veins. Molten rivers of it, pumping through her body over and over again as her Mommy fucked her straight into oblivion.
From somewhere in the distance, she heard her Mommy’s cries as the other woman’s movements turned frantic. Someone swore and someone else—she thought maybe the second person was her—sobbed out incoherent pleas for more or for mercy, she wasn’t quite sure.
Until, at last, her Mommy collapsed on the bed beside her, pulling Kylie into her arms as she nuzzled her neck. “My good, pretty girl. And my sweet boy. Come here, Daniel.”
The bed dipped as Danny joined them, sandwiching Kylie between the two of them as their Mommy drew him down for a long, slow kiss.
“My little loves. You did so good for me.”
“Even if I wasn’t ready for you to peg me?” Danny asked shyly.
“My sweet boy. I am not the least bit disappointed that I got to fuck our girl’s pretty pussy tonight. And I have every faith that you and I will get there in our own time. So no more worries about that, am I understood?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
“Good boy.” Mommy grinned. “I don’t know about the two of you, but I certainly worked up an appetite. What do we think about chicken nuggets and ice cream sundaes for dinner?”
Apparently getting his second wind, Danny rolled off the bed with a loud whoop. Feeling lighter and happier than she’d ever felt in her life, Kylie tilted her head back to stare up at their beautiful Mommy.
“I love you, Mommy.”
Ducking her head, Mommy claimed her lips in another of those achingly slow kisses. “I love you too, little dove. But we should get going before your brother starts a riot.”
Giggling, Kylie rolled out of bed and raced for the kitchen. At least for now, everything was right again with their little family.
Chapter Twenty-One
Addison
Two weeks had passed since she’d admitted to being in love with her Little ones, and it had pretty much been the best two weeks of her life. Danny still wasn’t ready for her cock, but after that first day he hadn’t balked at being plugged, either. Every morning, before their first classes, her girl and her boy reported to Addison’s office so she could fill their bottoms with her chosen plug of the day. She’d started out with the thinner plugs, especially for Danny, but the past few days she’d worked them up to larger plugs.
Danny had whined about the change, especially this morning when she’d placed an exceptionally large plug in each of their bottoms. Even Kylie had protested the size of it, despite all her experience. But all the whining and pouting in the world hadn’t deterred Addison, and both her little loves had been flushed with embarrassment and glassy-eyed desire by the time they’d left her office.
She’d have to plan something extra special for them later that night, to let them know how proud she was that they’d submitted even when they clearly hadn’t wanted to.
Lost in her daydreams about how to reward her Little loves, she didn’t hear the first knock on her door. The second, more insistent knock jarred her out of her imaginings, a light flush heating her cheeks at the realization she’d been so distracted. “Come in.”
The door opened and Derek Hawkins poked his head in, an apologetic smile on his face. “I need a favor.”
Leaning back in her chair, she grinned up at him. “Well, well. This is a surprise. What can I do for you, Master Derek?”
She’d used his title specifically to needle him, and judging by the twitch of his lips he knew it. Closing the door behind him, he settled in her single visitor’s chair. “Professor Dalton was meant to be taking a group of students to see a production ofA Streetcar Named Desirein Bozeman this weekend, but he’s sick. I was hoping you’d be able to take his place.”
