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Mo Astor 32

Chibs

"Come and play, Daddy?" Journee asks, poking out her swollen lower lip. I grin and move from the wall. My prick is as hard as granite, and my skin feels tight with arousal. Watching her take command and bring Lee pleasure has me ready to explode. Mo Astor has blossomed in ways I never could've imagined. She rises up on her knees, and I lick my lips.

"You sure ye want that, lass?" I tilt my head. She nods and places her hands in her lap.

"Please, Daddy." She puts the whine in her voice I can never resist. I walk over to her and cup her chin.

"Seeing yew put everything I've taught ye to use pleased me."

Her brown eyes sparkle and I bend down to trace her lips with the tip of my tongue. "You two lassies put on one hell of a show. I think it's time we return the favor. Would you like that?"

"Oh, yes, Daddy." Her breathe hitches, and my heart rate accelerates. Knowing she likes the feel of eyes on us as much as I do is a welcome surprise. I want everyone to know this woman is mine. I glance over at Lee and Jax who are watching us with rapt interest. I'm a private man about most things, but the three people in this room are the closest I have aside from Tig.

I stand and place my arms behind my back. "I need to make sure my little lass remembers who's in charge now, don't I?"

"I do, Daddy," she whispers.

"Take your shirt and bra off. It's your turn to be the one on display." I watch as she reveals her chestnut skin to my hungry gaze. On the surface, I'm cool and collected, but on the inside, I'm imagining ripping her clothes off and pounding into her heat until she calls out my name. She's tempting like that. Going slow is an exercise in patience for the both of us.

Her shirt falls to the ground, and I have a few moments to admire the pastel pink bra before her breasts are freed. Her dime shaped Hershey kiss nipples are erect and stand out in the center of her swollen mounds.

"Someone's excited."

She nods her head. "Did you like controlling her pleasure, lass?"

"Yes."

"Like this?" I pinch her nipples and roll them between my fingers. She grips the sheets, pressing her thighs together. I tug, watching as her lids lower and she arches her back, offering me more. "I bet you're soaked right now, aren't you?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Ready to come."

"So ready."

"Too bad."

She whimpers, and I flick her nipples lightly. She gasps.

"I think it's time for payback, Lee. Don't you?"

Her blue eyes gleam and a predatory smile graces her lips.

"I do."

She pushes off of Jax and crawls toward Journee who swallows hard.

Lee circles her left nipple with her pink tongue while I continue to pinch and pull it's twin. Whimpers spill from Journee's throat, and I know she's struggling not to orgasm. I can see Jax watching them. It doesn't bother me. He loves Journee as much as I do, even though it's a different way. There's a rightness to this sharing.

"You're doing so good, holding back for us, lass." I stroke her hair, running the silken strands through my fingers, already missing her curls. I tug lightly, and she cries out as I force her gaze to meet mine before I devour her lips. My tongue plunges into her mouth. I taste her own sweetness along with the lingering flavor of Lee. It's a heady combination. I tilt my head seeking more. Our tongues slid together, and I'm lost in the woman who single-handedly saved my sanity a million times over.

She jerks. I peer down to see Lee's nipping at her nipple. We part for air, and I bite my way down my neck. I suck on her pulse point and let my hand slid down to the top of her jeans. I pop the button. Her body shudders. I release her skin.

"So eager to be touched, aren't you?" I unzip her jeans and groan at the matching pink panties. I like her in soft pastels. They make her skin glow and feeds my sick Daddy fetish. I've no qualms about my kink. I like taking care of her and, treating her like spun gold, and controlling how and when she receives her pleasure. It's the trust she places in me that gets me off. The way she allows me to push her boundaries and try new things. It has nothing to do with the control.

"Yes." Her voice is husky and strained. I slid my hand into her panties, and I'm enveloped in her heat.

"Ack, she's wet."

Lee attaches her mouth to her breast and sucks harder as I remove her panties and jeans.

Fine tremors run through her body. I circle her swollen clit with my thumb, pause and ease a finger inside her and still.

"No, Daddy. Please. I need."

"What do you need, baby girl?"

"More."

"Is that right?" I pull out the finger and add another, still refusing to move.

She squirms. "None of that. Be still, or I take them away."

She pauses and her walls contract around my digits. I adjust my angle.

"Daddy," She all but wails.

"Give her a little tongue, love."

Lee releases her breast with a pop. "My pleasure."

She bends down and lashes the pink bundle of nerves that sticks out from between her slick brown lips.

She pants and squeezes my fingers, clenching her jaw.

"You're so beautiful when you do as I say," I whisper. I pull out and push back in, starting a slow rhythm.

"You want to come, Mo Astor."

"Oh, God. Yes."

"Then." I increase my speed. "Come."

She throws her head back and shatters. I remove my fingers as she squirts. Lee latches on, lapping up the liquid as I swear. They're beautiful together light and dark, giving and taking pleasure as they get one another off. They've been doing this so long, it's a thing of beauty to watch. They know how to touch, what spots give maximum pleasure, and which will allow them to drag things out. Journee is a quivering mass of release as she twitches burying a hand in both of our hair. We're bound tightly together but our interwoven relationships.

Her hands fall away, and I kiss the side of her mouth as she breaths raggedly.

"Daddy, I'm so empty. Please fill me up."

"Holy shit," Jax whispers.

"Ye want me to fuck you right here in front of them, love?" I tease.

Her eyes widen, and her breath quickens. She nods.

"Daddy needs to hear it."

"Please fuck me, Daddy. My kitty needs you."

The words are music to my ear.

"What my lass wants is what she's going to get. You've been so good tonight. Now spread those legs so we can show them that pretty wet kitty.

She does as I request and Lee licks her lips hungrily.

"Think you need to fill her mouth, brother," I say to Jax as I remove my belt and Journee opens her mouth. "On the bed beside your wifey, love," I say to Lee.

I free my hard on and paint her lips with my pre-come before I allow her to swallow me down. She hollows her cheeks keeping her hands behind her as she lets me set the pace. I cup her jaw as I fuck her mouth, going deep. She takes me, finding a rhythm in gagging slightly in that way we both like.

"That's it love, open that throat."

She hums, and I grit my teeth. Minx is teasing me. I move my hand to wrap around her throat, and she moans around me. Two can play that game, love. The sounds of whimpers and moans fill the room turning it into a room full of pleasure. It's the most erotic thing I've ever been a part of. It's more than physical gratification. There are emotions involved. I pull out before I finish in her mouth.

"Those lips of yours are deadly. How do you want me to give it to you? I'll let you pick."

"Deep Daddy."

"Aye lass, so deep you'll feel me by your heart. Seeing as how she started this I think we should give her a little extra stimulation." I catch Jax's gaze, and he gives me a nod.

"You hungry, baby?" Jax asks Lee.

"Starving. You ready for us to remind you who's in control?" Lee growls.

Journee shudders as I pull her onto my lap and pierce her with a firm thrust. She cries out, and Lee Dives forward burying her face in her pussy. She moans as Jax lines up and drives in deep from behind. The wet slap of skin on skin and the scent of arousal and sweat create a unique perfume.

"You like that lass?" I growl.

"Yes, Daddy. Fuck, Harder." I grip her hips and slam into her quivering core.

I thrust my thumb into her mouth, and she sucks hard.

"Fucking good girl." I pause, letting her feel Lee's tongue as I battle my own orgasm. The feel of her slick, tight pussy combined with the accidental feather light brushes of Lee's tongue is pushing me to my breaking point. I grip her hips again and adjust her angle, pounding into her pussy. She screams as she rides me, matching me stroke for stroke. I damn near see white as I hold off, waiting for her to tumble over the edge.

Her core flexes around me and she jerks.

"D- Daddy."

I growl unable to speak as she splinters, and I drive home, releasing everything I have to give inside her. She wraps her arm around my neck and collapses against me. I'm vaguely aware of Lee's cries as the two follow us down into bliss. I pepper Journee's neck with kisses.

"Love you Mo' Astor."

"Love you too, Filip," she whispers. Her voice is light and laced with exhaustion. I remain inside her, enjoying the warmth and closeness as the aftershocks continue. As our bodies cool and I pull out we both groan at the loss.

"Legs up, Daddy?" She asks.

"Aye, love." I kiss her lips as I help her prop up against the wall.

"Am I missing something?" Jax asks.

I chuckle.

"They're trying to get pregnant," Lee whispers. Her voice is husky, and her hair is wild. She smiles at me, and I nod.

"Mama, J. I can see it." Jax scoops Lee up, and they crash on the bed near ours. I lay on my back and run a hand through my hair.

"Well shite. This is going down in history as the best family day ever."

"That's what we are. Our own little family," Journee whispers.

I see the truth in her words.

"Guess we are, love," I say.

"Wasn't going to work any other way," Jax agrees.

"It's how it's always been," Lee whispers.

We both drift into our own zone as the flow settles over us and we regain our energy. Soon we'll have to shower and rejoin the crowd to be seen and mingle.