Page 18 of Their Little Christmas Bounty
My cock flexes, hardening even further.Fuck, I want to be inside her so bad.Mouth, pussy, ass—I’m not picky.“You’re our little girl and you were naughty.”
“But you already punished me.You…you flogged me and spanked me.”
“Little brat.”Lyle kisses her mouth until she’s moaning.He pulls back and stares into her eyes.“We onlystartedpunishing you.We aren’t done yet.But trust me…it’ll be absolutely worth it in the end.”
She pants, clinging to his shoulders.“It will?”
“Yes.”I nuzzle my lips against her neck, just below her ear.She smells so good.“Do you trust us?”
“Strangely, I do.”She turns her head to the side, allowing me more access to her neck.So obliging, such a natural little girl.
My fingers return to her pussy.I don’t concentrate on her clit, but I give it some attention.I plunge a finger inside her, feel her walls contract around my digit.I stroke in and out of her, bumping her clit with the heel of my hand.
Lyle has returned to her breast, licking and sucking.The man loves titties.He could do that for hours.He’s even made women come before, just from nipple play.
Soon, Ariel is once again writhing against me, her legs shaking.She grips Lyle’s shoulders for balance.She’s close.
I pull my hand away from her pussy and press a chaste kiss to her cheek.
“Please,” she begs.“Please.I need to come, I need it so bad.”
“This is a natural consequence, baby girl.You made us wait, you teased us for days.”I grin.“Maybe we should teaseyoufor days.”
She gasps.“No, no, please.I’ll be good, I promise I’ll be good.”
“Oh, little brat.”Lyle’s voice is sympathetic, but with an edge.“Are you crying?”
“No.”But she wipes at her eyes.“I’m not crying.”
He meets my gaze and gives me a subtle nod.We don’t want to break her, just give her a lesson she won’t forget.
“We’ll let you finish soon.”I tug her dress up and off.“Get on the bed, princess.”
* * *
Lyle
I’ve never been this invested, this present, with a partner.Something about Ariel has hooked me.Not just my body, but my heart.I don’t know her story.I don’t know why she stole from her father.
All I know is that turning her in is going to wreck me.
We’ll worry about that later.Right now, I’ve got Ariel to think about.Naked.On my bed.
Austin and I get on the bed with her.Our hands are everywhere.Hers, too.Exploring, touching, tweaking.I pull off my shirt and she scratches her nails lightly over my chest, rubs her palm down my abs toward my waistband.Austin yanks away her bra and those gorgeous breasts swing forward.I tug and tweak her nipples, reveling in the little gasping sounds she makes.
“Daddy, please.”She handles Austin’s cock through his jeans.“I need more of you both.”
He slides down his pants, takes off his shirt.He moves so that his head is aimed toward the foot of the bed.“Come sit on my face, princess.”
She gives him a scandalized look.“Just like that?”
He offers her a wolfish smile.“I’ll give you something to do with your mouth while I eat you, don’t worry.You won’t be self-conscious for long.”
Climbing into position, she blushes as she lowers herself over his chest.
“Don’t be shy.”He grabs her hips and drags her down to his mouth.
She gasps.“Holy shit?—”
