Page 115 of Blissful Devotion

“She’s close.”

He’s right; I can feel how she’s gripping us and see the pleasure building on her face, but I still might not be able to fight it long enough.

I hear the cap flip again and cock a brow, curious what he could need it for. Kat’s beyond wet; any more and one of us might slip out.

He makes a show of pouring some on his fingers before he drops his hand to the top of her ass, slowly moving down until it nearly disappears from view.

“Just because I can’t fuck your ass yet doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy it.”

Kat jerks up, but I wrap an arm around her to keep her still while I watch Nate press in further.

“Oh god!” Kat shouts, biting down on her bottom lip hard enough I worry she might draw blood.

“Do you want him to stop?” I ask, and Nate pauses, waiting for her response.

She shakes her head, her red locks flying around, plastered to the side of her face as her eyes fly open and she releases her abused lip.

“No!”

Well.

Nate continues pushing forward, and I lose myself to fucking her, the feel of her in my arms, the way her tits press against my chest, the smell of her hair, and…

“Fuck!”

I push in as far as I can, coming as deep as I can, hoping to fill her with more than just cum before I collapse back into the chair.

“You take our cocks so well,” I tell her, smoothing the hair from her face that’s been stuck with sweat.

“Fucking perfect for us,” Nate says in agreement, his hips snapping forward and pulling back at a pace that pushes them both over the edge and leaves her screaming her release before she collapses on my chest, a boneless, cum-filled angel.

The room is quiet aside from our heavy breathing, and I’m almost certain she’s asleep after Nathan pulls out and she doesn’t even flinch.

“I think it would be smart to have a shower added to the bathroom,” I call out as he moves toward said bathroom. He grunts in a way of an answer, but I know he’ll do it. Something tells me this won’t be the last time we fuck her like this or here.

Something we’re completely in agreement about.

December

Christmas.

I’d never had a favorite holiday, never cared much more about one season than another. I enjoyed time with my family enough, but this isn’t that.

No, I not only enjoy Christmas, but I’ve been looking forward to it.

This year, picking a tree is a little different, though, as our Nonna and Nonno join us and we take Nico for the first time.

Kat has a coat that allows her to wear her carrier and still bundle him with her, leaving them looking adorable in their winter hats with rosy cheeks. Addison wears the same hat as Kat, and honestly, if I didn’t know she wasn’t Kat’s, I’d never guess; they’re all so damn cute.

This year, Kat finds the tree, and unlike last year, it will be our only tree. We’d stored the fake trees we bought to replace the dying ones last year and had agreed they were better for the other rooms.

“It’s perfect!” Addison gushes, jumping around, nearly vibrating in place as Vince begins cutting it down.

“Of course it is, only the best for you, principessa,” Nonna tells her before taking her hand, and we head back to the truck.

We make it home just in time to meet the decorators.

”Who is that?” Kat asks as we pull up, and I can’t help smiling at her obvious confusion.