And then Huds took ahold of her other tit and dug his fingers cruelly into her soft skin and then clamped a nipple between his fingers and twisted viciously.
That’s when Ian felt it, the change in the rhythm of how she was sucking him, the vibrations of her helpless little noises around his erection. The way she wrapped her hips around Hudson to get extra friction on her clit confirmed it, as did her cries of ecstasy and that was it. Ian couldn’t take it anymore.
“Gonna come, baby, gonna come,” he warned, and then he was unleashing rope after thick rope of come down her willing throat.
* * *
Cosima
She swallowed every drop of what Papa gave her, slicking her tongue around his cock to get every bit of his come. Loved how he cradled her head and ran the pad of his thumb over her cheek.
Then he was withdrawing from her mouth and kneeling beside her to nuzzle her cheek and plant warm, wet, open-mouthed kisses along her neck.
“Thank you, Coco. You’re such a gift, little girl,” he said while Daddy fucked into her pussy deeply, slowly.
Cosima didn’t in fact feel like she was much of a prize, but Papa was so earnest, so sincere. How could she not believe at least a little that he was grateful? And forher. Even though Daddy and Papa took far better care of her than Master ever had, they were the ones to make her feel cherished and loved and worthy, not like a burden at all.
Then he was sitting her up and between Daddy and Papa, they got her settled in a straddle, impaled on Daddy’s huge cock. It was a lot to have him so deeply inside of her, bottoming out in that specific way that was so painful she almost felt hollow despite being stuffed so incredibly full.
“You good, princess?” her daddy asked, concern etching a V between his brows.
“Uh-huh,” she managed, grinding her clit against his pelvis even as she felt on the verge of nausea from the intensity of being penetrated so deeply, her daddy’s thickness rubbing on her cervix.
So good she might pass out from the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure that lit her up. Except that Hudson grabbed her hips in his big hands and anchored her to the earth, making her feel all too vulnerable and human.
When Papa knelt up behind her, cupped her breasts before pinching, rolling, and tugging at her nipples, she thought she’d go tumbling headlong into a climax. She was close, so close to the edge, and she’d never felt so free but so safe all at once.
Sometimes with Master she’d feared she’d be consumed by the dangerous pleasure he could give her, like he would use her all up and there’d be nothing but charred remains left. But with Daddy and Papa? They might reduce her to cinders but then they’d coax her like a phoenix from the ashes, bright and shiny and new and ready to fly again.
“Come on, babygirl,” her daddy urged, pulling her down until she felt like she’d split in two, “come for us. Come while you ride Daddy’s cock.”
Then Ian bit the base of her neck, so hard she thought he might’ve broken skin, and she came. Her whole body shuddered and pulsed like she was being tumbled in a riptide and she had trouble catching her breath, figuring out which way was up given all the sensations.
Cosima cried out their names and felt her pussy squeeze around her daddy’s cock until he was coming inside her with a roar and vicious thrusts, his come filling her cunt in spurt after hot, silky spurt.
“That’s it, baby,” Daddy said. “Milk my dick, let that greedy pussy of yours have every drop.”
His dirty words made her internal muscles clench in a renewed wave of contractions and then she was collapsing onto his chest in an exhausted, sweaty, sated heap. After a few minutes, Hudson rolled them to their sides and withdrew his softening cock from inside her and Cosima felt Ian cuddle up against her bottom, his chest pressing against her back and his strong arm coming over her ribs until she was snug between her daddy and her papa and she’d never been so happy in her life.