Page 27 of Belonging to Them
“Do I ever.”I slide a hand beneath her skirt, up her leg.Then I hook my fingers into the waistband of her silky panties and pull them down.
Looking over at Kingston, Ella says, “Daddy, are you just going to stand there and let him sully me like this?”
“Fuck yes, I am,” he says with a stormy, lustful expression on his face.
“Dessert time,” I say, lifting Ella up so she’s sitting on the table.
“Sebastian,” she whines, “this is unsanitary.”
“Don’t worry, you won’t be thinking about that in a minute.”I lift up the hem of her dress, moving slowly so she can feel my hands on her legs, getting closer and closer to her pussy.
She gazes down at me, eyes wide, face flushed, lips parted.She looks so fucking young to me again, and the fact that it turns me on so much is a red flag, isn’t it?
Except no, it isn’t her youth that turns me on.It’sEllathat turns me on.Everything about her.
I’m an old man, and I’m a fucking pervert, but I’m not a pedophile, and Ella is a beautiful, grown woman.
And I love her.I can’t let her go because of society thinking I’m too old for her.I’ll only let her go if she wants to go.
I hope she never wants to go.
Shoving the dark thoughts from my mind, I lower my mouth to her pussy.
“Daddyyyyy,” she says, drawing out the word.
“Lie back on the table,” Kingston tells her.
She does.Her hands move against my head, drawing her toward her while she arches her back.
Licking and sucking, I focus on her clit with my tongue and press my finger inside of her.Those beautiful thighs clench around my head, but I pull them apart, opening her so I can take my time and savor her sweetness.
Kingston grabs one of her knees, helping me hold her in place, then he lowers his head to her chest and sucks on her nipples through her dress.
“Oh, fuck, oh fuck,” Ella whispers.
“Hey, I need some dessert, too,” Kingston says.
Lifting my mouth away from Ella’s decadence, I gesture toward her.“By all means, friend.Feast away.”
I hold one of her legs, he holds the other while he laps at her cunt.Leaning over her across the table, I kiss her beautiful mouth, drinking in her moans of pleasure.
After more kissing, Kingston pulls away from her and says, “Time to go to bed, little girl.”
“I’m not tired,” she says, her voice indignant with her protest.
“Are you arguing with your daddies?”I ask.
Scowling, she says, “No.”
“Then up you go.”Kingston pulls her to her feet and leads her to the bedroom.
As soon as the three of us are in there, he positions her in front of the bed so he and I can both look at her.
Wet spots show on the fabric over her nipples, and the skirt portion of her dress is wrinkled and doesn’t lay flat.She looks messy, aroused, and so fuckable it makes my dick hurt.
I twirl my finger in the air.“Take off your dress.”
Her lower lip juts out.“I don’t wanna.”
