Page 17 of Their Little Snow Angel
“Can you feel how fucking hard you make me, little angel? So hard. This is for you. Because you’re sexy and adventurous and I just know you’re going to be a good girl for us, aren’t you?”
I nod. I want to obey more than anything else, I realize. I want to be their good girl, their little angel.
“Are you wet?” Heath asks. “Touch yourself. Show me.”
I reach between my legs, slide a finger over my slippery pussy. I hold out my finger to show Heath.
He nods, a satisfied look in his hazel eyes. “Let me taste.”
I blink, surprised by the request, before offering him my finger.
He grips my wrist in his big hand and pulls my hand closer, wraps his lips around my finger, and sucks away my arousal. His eyes never leave mine as his tongue works over my digit.
“Climb on.” Brody’s voice comes from right behind me, and then his hands are on my waist, guiding me over his friend’s lap.
Heath holds the base of his cock so I can lower onto it, impaling myself. It takes some work—he’s very thick—but he and Brody both offer me words of encouragement, telling me how beautifully I’m taking it, what a great job I’m doing, how good I feel.
As for how Heath’s cock feels in my pussy—amazing. Once he’s fully inside me, I whimper at the feeling of fullness, completion.
Except I know there’s more to come.
“Such a festive little plug you brought.” Brody sounds amused as he unwraps it and wipes it down. “I love this little Christmas tree shape at the base.”
I’d thought it was funny when I saw it at the store. I didn’t expect Callum to appreciate the silliness of it, but I’d purchased it anyway, unable to resist.
I’m so glad it’s Brody and Heath with me instead—men who seem to understand and appreciate the things I like.
“I’m going to play with your tits while Brody gets that plug into you.” Heath moves so he can recline. He thrusts into me twice, then tugs me forward so I’m leaning over him.
“Nice, beautiful,” Brody murmurs behind me. “You’re going to love this, Violet.”
Something slippery and cold touches me between my ass cheeks. I look over my shoulder to see Brody with the bottle of lube. And then he’s touching me there. Not with the plug, but his fingers.
It seems wrong. I’ve barely touched myself there—but I bought the toy for a reason, I suppose.
Heath starts lightly pinching my nipples, distracting me from the taboo things happening behind me.
Pressure at my asshole. Burning pressure. I make a sound—something between pain and lust. Both men stop what they’re doing.
Heath gives me a questioning look. “Are you okay, Violet?”
“I—yes? I think so.” I’m not sure what I’m feeling, it’s all so strange.
“I’m working the plug into you now. Do you want me to stop?” Brody asks.
“No!” I didn’t mean to shout.
Brody chuckles, but I know he isn’t laughing at me. “This might burn at first—I should have warned you. But it’ll feel great once it’s in. Okay?”
I nod. “Okay.”
Heath plays with my breasts and kisses me. He tastes like peppermint, and his tongue tangles with mine in a kiss so searing, so consuming, it steals my breath. I’m aware of Brody moving the plug, forcing it in.
Eventually, it’s there. I wiggle around, trying to get rid of the strange intrusion. Heath groans when I move.
“The view’s great,” Brody says, “but I’m feeling a little left out here, Heath.”
“Sorry-not-sorry.” Heath smiles up at me and gives a few more thrusts, pumping his hips slowly. “She feels too good, I don’t want to stop.”
