Ian laid down heart after red heart, alternating thighs until it looked like cupid had given her twelve kisses on her skin, pale where it wasn’t scarred. Though he hadn’t marked her pussy she was swollen and hot there too. And wet. God, so wet.
“Do you need more, Cosy? We’ll hurt you as much as you need,” her daddy murmured in her ear before kissing the valley where her jaw met her neck.
“Please, Daddy. Bite, pinch, ow. I want…I want to come for you and Papa, please.”
Then there was the sharp, prey-animal sensation of teeth sinking into her flesh, Daddy biting her neck where it sloped into her shoulder. Not lightly either.
She let out a surprised cry just as Papa thwacked the little heart against her mound. And not just once, no. Again and again and again as Daddy clamped his fingers around her nipples and pulled hard, twisted and ground the sensitive buds.
“Close, so close, please, I—”
Cosima thought she might be in this purgatory of arousal so deep it hurt forever when she heard Daddy grunt around her flesh he had between his teeth, and then Ian was looking into her, those brilliant green eyes flashing with dominance as he said, “Come on, babygirl. Come for Papa, come for Daddy. We want to make you scream, princess.”
She opened her mouth to whine that she was trying but before she could say anything, Ian drew the wicked little heart back again and when it made contact this time it was right on her clit, the sensitive bundle of nerves getting the full force of the sharp stinging impact, the implosion of her climax seeming to tighten every muscle in her body before clutching in wave after wave after wave as she cried out wordlessly.
* * *
Hudson
Cosy slumped against him, small shudders passing through her body as he and Ian eased her through the last pulses of her climax. She was glorious. Perfect. Of course he was going to have a hard-on for the rest of his natural life but that was a small price to pay. He wanted to make her come again and again and again and again.
“You’re so pretty when you come, princess,” Ian murmured as he pressed kisses up her tummy, between her tits and then on her slender neck.
Cosy only replied with a satisfied hum and ran her hands through Ian’s unruly hair.
“I want to see you come again, Coco. Can you do that for Papa?”
She made a whimper that sounded vaguely like a protest but when he wrapped his hand around her throat and held her firmly against his shoulder, it slipped quickly into a pleading mewl, and she lifted her hips toward Ian. Didn’t take much to get her motor running again.
“What do you think, babygirl? Should I spread you out nice and wide so you’re completely at Papa’s mercy? He could fuck your pussy or maybe your face? Or we could turn you around and you can ride my cock while Papa pulls your hair and fucks your tight little ass…”
Cosy was panting again, and he could feel her swallow against the palm of his hand.
“What do you think, Ian? How should we fuck our little girl?”
“I want her mouth,” Ian replied, dragging his thumb over Cosy’s bottom lip before pushing it in between her teeth. Cosy latched on and began to suck immediately, softening in his arms as though she were in some sort of trance. Girl had a pretty serious oral fixation and they were going to use that to their full advantage.
“That’s a good girl, sucking on Papa’s thumb like you’re going to suck on his cock,” he murmured into her ear. “Must make your other holes feel empty, though. Having your mouth stuffed full but your poor needy pussy and your greedy ass with nothing inside them?”
She moaned around Ian’s thumb and flexed her hips back, pressing his thick, aching cock into his belly. Fuck, she was going to do him in. Him and Ian both, because he knew Ian had been desperate to play with Cosy like this and now his eyes were glazed with lust and he was rocking his own hips between her legs.
Maybe since this was their first time together they should take more time, make it last, pet and coax her more but Cosy didn’t seem to need that. No, what she seemed to want was to get all her holes filled and he was more than happy to oblige.
“Ian. Strip and stand by the side of the bed.”
Occasionally Ian liked to be the boss when they had a menage but more often he was content—eager even—to let Hudson be the conductor. Just point that guy’s dick in the right direction, and he was good to fuck for as long as necessary. Which was handy since he liked to edge the bastard sometimes. Not tonight.
Tonight was about claiming Cosy, making her theirs in yet another way, giving her pleasure on top of all of the safety and care and comfort they’d done their best to provide.
Ian did as he’d been told, shucking his clothes and tossing them in a heap on the floor, fisting his cock once he was naked and stroking it while he stared at Cosy who was still pinned like a butterfly in his lap, helpless.
Hudson slipped his hands beneath Cosy’s knees and returned her legs to between his.
“Now be an obedient little princess and get on your hands and knees and give Papa’s cock some nice kisses while I work on filling you up.”
He didn’t have to ask her twice; she crawled to the edge of the bed and immediately started to kiss and lick Ian’s raging hard-on. Good, that would keep them both busy for a couple of minutes at least.
Hudson stripped off his own clothes and grabbed some lube and a plug from the bedside table. He slicked up Cosy’s asshole, cajoling her to relax and let him in, which she did, allowing first one and then two of his fingers to thrust into her tight back channel, eliciting some divine moans from his babygirl muffled by his partner’s dick.