Page 3 of A Little More Love

I looked at the clock, “We have about 90 minutes before we need to get on the road.”

“Lotsa time.”

“That is lots of time. Was there something you wanted to do?” Elliot asked, collecting the breakfast dishes.

She nodded, making her sweet pigtails flop around.

“What did you want to do, Teenie?” I asked.

“Special time?”

“Oh, you want to have special time with Daddy and Papa?” I asked fucking loving the idea of being in her sweet heat before taking on the hard thing in the horizon.

“Yas, huh.”

“Well, I think we can arrange that, yeah?” I asked Elliot.

“I think we can always make time for intimacy,” he agreed.

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Tinsley

“Open those legs, Teenie,” Papa commanded with a smack to my thigh. “Let Papa see your kitty.”

Heat rushed up my chest and neck and exploded on my face, but I did as he asked and opened my knees for him.

“Such a good girl,” he praised, climbing between my legs.

Daddy stood behind Papa stroking his cock as he watched us. Daddy really liked to watch Papa do naughty things to me.

“Papa,” I cried when he spread me open and then again when he licked me firmly. He took long, broad licks from me, from my ass all the way to the top of my cleft.

“Tell Daddy what Papa’s doing to you, Tinsley,” Daddy demanded.

“He’s l-licking me,” I cried arching up to his mouth. Papa wasn’t playing around. He was hellbent on pleasure unlike normally when we took our time.

“What’s he licking?”

“M-my pussy.”

“She tastes so fucking sweet, Elliot,” Papa said.

“Yeah, nice and sweet for us?” Daddy asked, spurring Papa on.

“Papa,” I moaned when he slid his thick fingers inside of me.

His strategy of hard sucks to my clit while two fingers twisted and teased my cunt was going to make me come very quickly and I wanted so badly to hold off for Daddy and Papa. I wanted it to last.

“Teenie, you’re so wet for us that I can hear Papa finger fucking you. You’re so responsive to us. Such a good fucking girl,” Daddy praised.

Biting my lip, I tried to pull back from Papa’s mouth, but he didn't like it, and moved his hands to cup my ass and held me tightly against him.

“Papa, nooo,” I whined, struggling against him. “I want to wait for you.”

He looked up at me. “No, Papa wants to feel you shatter under him before we fuck you. Come for Papa, Tinsley. Don’t make me spank you for being naughty,” he said before ducking between my thighs again. Papa hated to spank me, almost as much as Daddy did, but I knew he would if I didn’t obey him.

Renewing his efforts, he flicked my clit rapidly and I knew I was done for. Giving a tiny moan, I gave into the pleasure.

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