Page 54 of Satan's Naughty List
She’s tighter than a vice grip trying to milk me.
After a few pumps I pause, letting my husband push a finger inside with me.
“Oh fuck,” she hisses, head tipping backward. The sound would concern me if it wasn’t made from pure bliss.
“You’re so tight, pretty girl,” he coos, shoving a second finger inside of her.
“Please fuck me,” she begs, her lips pursed in pleasure. He leans forward, taking his lips in his as his fingers curl around her sweet spot.
“There it is,” he teases, rolling them around inside of her. Just as she’s about to rocket through her orgasm, he stops.
“Quit fucking doing that,” she snaps.
“You’re definitely going on the naughty list.” He doesn’t give her a chance to retort as he pushes inside. “Fuck,” he drawls, eyes rolling as her pussy gets tighter and tighter. Like the vixen she is, she squeezes around us both as her own wanton noises echo off the walls.
His own flex upward, which seems to hitthespot.
“Yes!” She screams. With no warning, our cocks are practically pushed out of her pussy as she squirts all over Techy’s abdomen.
Holy shit.
Leaning down, he pushes two fingers inside of her channel and harshly works them. More liquid comes pouring out of her as she screams through her climax. Removing his sopping digits, he flicks them over her body before shoving himself and I back into her.
We don’t give her a chance to catch her breath as we pound forcefully inside of her. Techy grabs her good leg, letting me drop my hand and send a few searing smacks to the sensitive bud.
My own balls dry tightly into my body as the familiar sensations start to tingle.
“Cum for us, naughty girl,” I growl into her ear, taking two fingers and rubbing her nub harshly. Another vocal climax rips out of her as she grips us tightly.
“Oh shit,” I grunt, pushing into her a couple more times with Techy. Hips stuttering, I roar my release. My sexy husband follows suit, pouring ourselves inside of her like heathens.
An odd sensation lands inside my chest, almost a primal one at the very possible chance that this could get her pregnant.
If she didn’t have her shit removed, idiot.
Shaking the thought and feelings away, I put several gentle kisses to her sweat soaked hair. Techy and I both shower her with praises before he gets off to retrieve a warm cloth. It doesn’t take her mere seconds before she completely passes out against me.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
NomadandIbothfully expected her to run. Hide in a corner somewhere and rock on her butt like they do in horror movies. Much to our surprise, and the amount of pride for her improvement, she sleeps soundly between us. The comfort level she has is evident since she zonked seconds after we finished, then didn’t even stutter as we moved her around.
He brushes her hair away from her face. Soft snores ooze out of her relaxed state. No pinched brows, confused expressions, or the odd fearful glance. She’s just…serene.
“She feels the same,” he mutters, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. Usually, he’s hard as stone, his exterior stoic in an effort to fend off assholes around us. With her? He’s merciful, meeting her scared looks with reassurance of his own. My heart warms with the idea that she could easily fit with us. Even with the interactions we’ve had, she’s literally perfect.
“I think I’m falling in love with her,” I confess, looking down at the sleeping angel in our arms. She stirs a little, a small sigh falling from her lips. The sound is one of contentment.
The feeling is mutual, pretty girl.
“I am too,” Nomad mumbles. Tipping his head up, he leans over her small body and catches my lips against his. It’s not a horny kiss, not one fueled by passion.
“I love you,” the small girl whispers, causing the two of us to jerk backward. Tears pool in her sweet hazel eyes, her blinks slow. I almost wonder if I’m simply imagining it. Maybe she’s still asleep…both her hands reach up and grasp our cheeks.
“Pretty girl,” Techy sighs, shaking his head. Her hands roam further back, tangling in our hair.
“I love you both,” she announces. “You both…” she stops, her throat thick with emotion.
“You don’t have-”
