Page 32 of Our Dark Winter Wish

Her sly little smirk disappears between my legs, and she takes my cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirls as she sucks and moans. I watch her head bob up and down and resist the urge to grip her hair and fuck her throat.

But she has a sensitive gag reflex in the morning, so it’s best to let her lead the way and take control. Behind her, in the doorway, Archie suddenly stops to watch. I reach over, grip her skirt and lift it around her hips, nodding to her raised backside.

He doesn’t need to be told more than that. He never does.

She jumps and yelps when he grips her hips and thrusts his tongue inside her pussy.

Her moans get deeper as he works her, and I fill with the need to watch her. I scoop up her hair and look as she sucks my cock.

Her eyes widen in surprise as Archie starts to chuckle. The way her body has clenched, I’m guessing something has gone up her arse. A finger or a tongue, most likely, but with Arch doing as he pleases down there, who the fuck knows.

‘Oh yeah,’ Dorian grumbles as he stalks past us. ‘You three just relax and get laid. I’ll get this fucking bird cooked, shall I?’

I laugh as he carries the plucked and prepared bird into the kitchen, ready to put over the fire.

She yelps again and lunges forward.

‘What the hell are you doing down there?’ I hiss, gripping her hair firmer when she goes to look back at him. I will not lose the feel of her mouth on me for a second, so she’s staying fucking put.

‘What I am doing to her is of no concern to you,’ Archie replies. ‘You just focus on your end. I’ll focus on mine.’

He disappears with a grin. Moments later, her fists clench as she grips onto my shirt before screaming her release around me.

I cum hard, filling her mouth as she writhes and climaxes between us. I yank on her hair, lifting her head.

‘Open wide. Let me see,’ I order.

The little minx not only opens her mouth, revealing what I left in there, but lets it spill back onto my cock. Her gaze is firm on mine as my cum seeps past her chin and hits me with warm little splats.

‘You’re making a mess, Pixie,’ I warn. ‘You better be willing to clean it up.’

With a devilishly devastating smirk, she laps up every last drop. Her tongue runs the length of me, and she moans in delight as she swallows every bit.

Her head falls forward, and she lets out a deep moan. Sitting, I see Archie with his face buried between her legs still. And he has three fingers in her backside. He sees me looking and wags his eyebrows.

I lean over and spit, giving her some more lubrication, and watch his fingers ease in and out of her.

She has the cutest little fucking arse. And it’s so much more beautiful when full of fingers, cock or tongue.

I can’t resist and start to play, adding three fingers of my own, and together we fuck her hole.

He circles her clit with his free hand, and her muscles clench around us, trapping us inside her as she cums again.

‘I could use some help in here!’ Dorian complains.

Archie stands, slaps her backside, and goes into the kitchen.

‘No, Dorian! You don’t put it in the oven like that like, you fucking heathen! It will taste like arse if you don’t season it properly.’ He glances back at Pixie and winks. ‘Not yours, of course.’

‘You better wash your fucking hands before you touch my bird, Arch,’ Dorian warns.

‘Yeah, yeah. Alright.’

She slumps face down on the sofa with a very satisfied little grin, and I sit on the floor beside her to sweep the hair from her face.

‘Merry Christmas, Pixie,’ I say.

Her hand rests on my cheek, and I lean into it.

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