Well, I count their blessings for them. Dove is never getting rid of me.
With my free hand, I trace over the scabbed line art on my chest, excitement jumping in my chest for when she is awake and sees what I’ve done for her. She will be with me always.
White fluid slowly fills the jar, and I start to circle her clit.
One more orgasm to help get the cum out.
Chapter 100
Emery
The floaty place is…floaty.
I giggle to myself as I press my face into one of the cotton candy clouds, the firmness surprising me a little. Was it so hard a few minutes ago? Everything feels so light and easy, and there is a rhythmic rolling moving up and down my legs, over my ass, and up my spine.
It’s amazing.
And warm.
And I think I’m smiling.
But also, I’m missing something.
Or someone.
More than someone?
I don’t know.
Except, my mouth is starting to feel really dry. And my bladder is sending out initial warning signals.
This time when I try to move my arm, it cooperates, so that’s a nice change. But it feels crazy heavy and like it’s not fully connected to my brain, which makes my heart beat a little harder.
“Shhh, kitten, you’re okay. You’re safe. We moved you to our bed, you’re lying face down on a towel while Darcy massages your body. All you need to do right now is lie there and slowly come back to us. There is no rush, we have all the time in the world. You are okay. You’re safe. We are with you.” Hudson’s voice is barely above a whisper and so close to my face that I can feel his exhales across my temple.
But his words have their intended effect and the tension that had filled me leaves as quickly as it came.
The floaty place is calling my name again, but I don’t want to go back. I want to wake up. I want to be here with my daddies. I want cuddles. I want to talk. I want to plan our next steps together. I want it all, with them. Now.
But then Darcy’s hands tighten around my ankles before firmly smoothing their way up the back of both my legs, and it occurs to me that the only way he would be able to do that without putting all of his body weight on me is if my legs are spread wide enough for him to sit between.
Heat burns my face as his hands get farther up my thighs, and I know that he is staring straight up into my well-used pussy. I shift, hoping to close a little, but his grip tightens.
“No, princess. Keep them open. I’m enjoying my view. Your pussy is all pink and puffy, well used. We cleaned you out, so no leaking to worry about. I took some photos of that for you, so you’ll be able to see it. I have a feeling we’ll be doing that again.”
Cleaned me out? What the fuck does that mean?
I try to talk, but all that comes out is a cross between a moan and a groan.
There is a chuckle from beside me. “Don’t be a brat, you’ll see the photos and it will make sense.”
Internally, I roll my eyes. I’ll be a brat if I want to be a brat. It worked out well for me last time.
“Is she awake?”
My heart does a ca-thud in my chest.
Derek.
