19. Casey

Watching Rosie crawl toward me almost had me shooting inside of my pants like some fucking teenager. But then again, all she had to do was breathe, and she had me on edge.

She was a fucking sight to behold.

Gorgeous in that flirty almost innocent black babydoll getup Mal had chosen for her. Next time, though, I'd pick what she would wear. Something pastel, pink or lavender. Maybe light blue. Fuck it. We had the rest of our lives for her to dress up for us. Wear anything we wanted because she knew we'd do the same for her.

I'd have her wearing every fucking shade of the rainbow and then some.

My thighs spread wider when she reached me, and when she was in front of me, she sat on the hunches of her legs as she kneeled before me. Jesus. The trust she handed over in that moment was humbling. I leaned in closer, wishing I could take my mask off. I knew she couldn't see my eyes; it was done on purpose. No matter how dark the room was, my light eyes would have given me away. And even though we were certain she knew it was us, we wanted to give her as much of her fantasy as possible.

"You ready to be our good girl, Rosie?" My voice sounded deeper behind the mask. Her eyes were glazed with lust, and when her lips parted and she nodded, my fingers gripped her chin. "You like being good for your daddies?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" I asked sternly. When we planned this night for her, I thought being demanding with her would be hard for me. But the fucking words were slipping past my lips with every breath I took without thinking about it. I was in the moment and needed to be her daddy in every fucking sense of the word.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good fucking girl," I growled, tipping her head up as I leaned in closer. My mouth hovered over hers.

I was hurting for a fucking taste of her lips.

My dick throbbed with the most exquisite pain.

These masks were foreplay in their own right.

I had my own kinks and had never been one to stop myself from trying out new things. I'd always loved being in charge of a woman's pleasure, but Roise was different. She brought all sorts of shit out of each one of us.

There was an overriding need to protect her as well.

To spoil and cherish her, all while making her bend in bed, pushing her to the limits and seeing how dirty she would be willing to get for her daddies. Shit, the possibilities felt endless, and it was overwhelming in the most beautiful of ways. We wanted a forever with her. This wasn't a fleeting moment. We wanted a lifetime. The future felt brighter than ever when I thought about her by our side.

My dick strained against the light slacks I'd stupidly put on. I sat back and watched her eyes roam up and down my body. I could see her trying to figure out who was who. The three of us were of similar height, but Mal was a big motherfucker. I'd laughed when I saw the fucking bunny mask Jett had ordered for him. But as I glanced over her shoulder to see one of my bestie friends wearing it, I had to admit it worked. The asshole was big enough to make a fucking rabbit mask almost intimidating.

Jett and I were of similar in builds, and I knew she was trying to figure it out. It was why we were all wearing skintight black long-sleeved shirts and matching black slacks. The moment his shirt came off, Jett's tattoos would instantly give him away.

My attention moved back to the woman who belonged to us.

I cupped her face and dragged a finger down her red-stained bottom lip. I felt a bead of moisture slip out of my dick. The mask I had on meant I couldn't kiss her, but fuck, my hands were most definitely going to get their fill as I watched her.

"Look at you," I drawled slowly, lowering the tone of my voice. "Kneeling so fucking nicely for your daddy." She shuddered. Her gaze was hazy with lust. I heard Jett and Mal drag their own chairs behind her, but I didn't bother to look in their direction. "You wet for us, princess?" I asked and grinned behind the mask as her skin turned to gooseflesh.

Rosie nodded, but before I could demand her words, her big brown eyes met mine head-on. "Yes, Daddy." Another droplet of precum wet the front of my fucking boxer briefs, and I was done for.

My hand dropped from her face, and I leaned back for a beat. Her pretty brows bunched together. She didn't like my not touching her. I reached in front of me and stroked my dick through my slacks. Her eyes dropped to my dick, and that pretty mouth of hers formed an O. My toes curled in my shoes.

I wanted that perfect little mouth wrapped around my cock yesterday. My hands worked on undoing my belt, and her eyes widened.

"What, princess?" I asked with a lilt to my voice. "You thought you could come here wearing that sweet little outfit, make us hard, and leave us like this?"

"No." She swallowed. "I want to—" Her hand touched mine, and I froze. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She was suggesting what I thought she was, was she?

"What do you want?" I growled.

"Can I?" She looked down, and her hand skated up to my belt. I nodded. There was no way I would say no to her. She undid my belt, carefully unzipped me, and when she reached in, I hissed at the feeling of her soft skin brushing against my bare cock.

My dick sprung forward, and she licked her lips. With wide eyes and a careful, barely-there touch, her fingers skimmed my dick. I knew I wasn't an average-sized guy. My cock was long with a good amount of girth, but it was my thick mushroom head that she was going to have trouble fitting into her mouth.

"Open that pretty mouth, Rosie," I instructed. My hand ran through her short curls, and I tugged on them. "Wider," I gruffed like a fucking dick, but when I looked down her body, I didn't miss the way her sweet little nipples strained against the almost sheer material of the lingerie she still had on.

"You guys seeing this?" I asked, but I didn't look away from her. "Look at our girl opening her pretty mouth, all ready to take my dick."

"Fuck," Mal muttered, but I couldn't be bothered to look in his direction. Not when she licked her lips, leaving her pout all glossy.

"You going to give your daddies a good show, princess?" I asked, and when she nodded, I knew she could feel the tug of her hair being pulled. "You like us telling you what to do, don't you?"

"I love it."

"Good." Because we love you, too. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I held them back. We would be telling her exactly how we felt after this whole little masked time was over and done with. "Lick the tip. You see that bead of cum? That's all your fault. I need you to clean it up."

"Yes, Daddy," she breathed.

My cock jerked in her hands. Her delicate hand wrapped around my base, and when she looked up at me, there was a mischievous glimmer in her gaze. She stroked me up and down, and when her mouth was right on the tip, she bent her head a little, so her nose nudged the crown of my cock. She was playing with me.

"Little girl," I growled. "Are you teasing daddy?" She shook her head, but the look she was giving me wasn't innocent. She was feeling feisty, and fuck me, I was ready to fuck her face for it. "Lick the tip, baby girl, or else."

Jett moved from his seat and kneeled next to her. From where I sat, I could see his hand stroking her back. "That's a girl," he praised. "Lick that precum you made your daddy leak."

She did as he instructed, and I hissed at the first brush of her tongue on my cock. Her tongue swiped the clear bead off, but she didn't just do that. No, our beautiful girl swirled her tongue around my thick head. My hand clenched in her hair, and without thinking, I pulled her face down further.

"Lick me," I ordered hoarsely, and she did as she was told. Her tongue moved up and down the underside of my shaft like I was her favorite fucking lollipop. It felt so damn good.

"Just like that," Jett encouraged.

"Touch her," Mal ordered from his seat. I couldn't see him clearly in the darkness, but by the way his hand moved at his side, I had a feeling the bastard was playing with himself. "Check if she's wet for us."

"My pleasure." He grinned behind the ski mask, and I knew the moment he touched her because her face changed. Her mouth opened wider, and just like that, she took me between her perfect pouty lips. The vibrations from her moans quickly had me on edge.

"So fucking wet. Jesus Christ, I've never felt a wetter, tighter, warmer pussy than our girl"s." Jett"s tone sounded strained. I could hear just how needy she was for us as his hand worked between her thighs.

"Fuck," I cursed. Her eyes locked on my mask, and both my hands moved into her hair. "Like that. Take your daddy just like that. You've had each of us so fucking hard. Make me feel good, and I swear to you we will make you see stars," I promised.

"Mmm," she moaned, and I then groaned. Her mouth widened, and her throat relaxed. Watery big brown eyes didn't look away from mine. My hips had a mind of their own as I thrust in and out of her mouth, making her take me just a little deeper every time.

"She's so wet that, shit, she's dripping. You seeing this, Malcom? Can you see how this little cunt's crying out for us?"

"So fucking wet," Mal repeated, his breathing off as the sound of his hand on his cock shuttled up and down his own length.

"Our pretty princess is going to leave a nice little puddle for us. Aren't you, baby girl?" Jett"s dirty words turned her on. Her cries of pleasure vibrated against my cock. The warm, wet sheath of her mouth tightened, and she started to suck.

"Fuck, Rosie," I growled. I couldn't help it. "I'm going to come, princess," I warned, fully expecting her to pop me out of my mouth. But not our girl. If anything, she kept going. Sucking me deeper. "Rosie!" I gritted through my teeth and tugged on her hair. "Baby, if you don't want a mouth full of come—" I tried to warn her, but her hungry eyes lit up like I had offered her the secret to life, and the little brat sucked me off harder, deeper.

And I was helpless to the magic of her mouth. My back arched off the chair, and my eyes shut as I roared. My release spilled into her mouth. Spurt after spurt of my seed flooded her mouth, and when I pulled back, I loved the way it dribbled down her chin.

But she didn't wipe it away.

Even as Jett kept playing with her pretty pussy. She simply worked her hips back and forth against his hand, but her lips stayed close to my cock. She licked my release off my cock like it was the tastiest treat she'd ever experienced.

"Fuck," I growled, ripped the mask off, and gasped for breath. My hair was stuck to my face with sweat. But if she was turned off by it, she didn't blink an eye. No, our girl simply looked up at me with adoration and satisfaction.

My hands shook slightly as I gently stroked her hair and face. Wiping my cum off her lips, I leaned in and kissed her. I didn't give a shit if I could taste myself on her mouth. I kissed her like I was starving for her. With every whimper she made, my cock started to perk back to life.

"Finger-fuck her harder, Jett," I gritted through my teeth, and the motherfucker simply grinned behind his ski mask. His hand slipped out of her, and she whimpered in protest.

"Stand up, baby girl," he ordered, and when she did, she stood in front of me. "Time to take this pretty outfit off. You can wear it for us some other time at home. Right now, I need you naked." He kissed her shoulder, and with one pull, the babydoll was up and over her head and tossed in Mal's direction.

"Jesus. You're like a fucking wet dream come true." He swallowed. "Look at you. Fuck, Case, have you ever seen anything more beautiful?"

"Fuck, no. Our girl's fucking perfect, isn't she?" I winked, and she blushed. Jett ripped his shirt off and tugged his slacks off, leaving him in nothing but that mask and black boxer briefs. He looked at me, and I nodded.

"Come here, baby." I sat back on the chair and pulled her down on me. But instead of having her straddle me, I made her knees rest on my thighs. She looked at me with unspoken questions, but I didn't say a word.

This was all for Jett.

"We still good?" I asked, and she nodded. "Do you need your safe word?" She shook her head. "Good girl." I kissed the top of her forehead. "Daddy Jett needs to taste your pussy, baby girl. He's going to make you feel so fucking good. He's been salivating for a taste of your cunt, and you are going to let him eat you." Her lips parted, and she nodded with enthusiasm.

The three of us chuckled darkly.

Rosie and I got comfortable, her tits pressed against my bare chest, my arms wrapped around her.

"Look at that," Mal muttered, and I kissed her cheek. I glanced at Jett, who was already kneeling behind her and about to eat her. Lucky asshole.

"Shit," he hissed, his big, tatted hands spread her cheeks, and his nose flared. He licked his lips and grinned up at me. "She's so fucking pretty. You have no idea how fucking pretty she looks right now, Case." My eyes dropped to hers, and I stroke her face.

"I have an idea," I whispered. She brushed her nose against mine. With one hand on her ass cheek, the other let go, and I watched her face while his fingertips stroked her folds. "She's so soft and silky. You shave for us baby?"

"Jett," she whimpered, and he tsked.

"Uh-uh…" His hand rose and smacked her bottom so hard the crack in the air almost made me wince. Almost. She gasped and mewled but snuggled in closer to me.

"Daddy," she quickly corrected. "Daddy, please."

"That's what you want, don't you?" His hand soothed where he'd spanked her, and then he started to move between her legs. "Now, where were we?"

"You asked her if she had shaved for us."

"That's right. Thank you, Malcom. Daddy Malcom asked you a question, baby girl."

"Yes," she hissed. "I sha-shaved for you for tonight."

"Why?" he asked. I had no idea how he could manage making conversation with her holes in his face. I knew I would have never had that kind of willpower.

"I wanted… I don't know. I thought." She pressed her lips together, and I tipped her head up.

"What did you think, baby?" I asked gently.

"That you guys… might like it better."

"One thing you gotta know about us, princess, is we like you. More than like you," Jett corrected as his finger skimmed from hole to hole. Her back arched, and I reached out to hold her ass cheeks open for Jett. "Teamwork," he muttered. Rosie's face buried into the crook of my neck.

"Oh god, Daddy," she whined, and Jett was done holding back. His face dipped down and got to work while Malcom and I watched him eat our girl out like his life depended on it.

Holding her as her body writhed and squirmed and she cried into my skin felt fucking incredible. Malcom had taken his own shirt and pants off and was stroking his dick. He'd gone further than any of us on our one-on-one time, so he had volunteered to wait to claim a part of her. My cock was hard all over again. Her nails dug into my back, and the bite of pain helped me from losing my load. Her hips writhed and ground against Jett's hand.

"This is going to be ours, too, you know that, right, baby?" he taunted as his finger skimmed over her forbidden hole.

"Daddy Jett." she gritted, and he chuckled.

"Has anyone taken you here?"

"Daddy!" she whined.

"Answer him, princess," I murmured against her sweat-slicked cheek.

"No." She shook her head.

"But you want us to, don't you?" he asked and then growled. "Shit, yeah, you do. Look at how it clenched for us, Mal," he grunted. I breathed in deeply. The room smelled like sex and Rosie, and all I wanted to do was bottle it and hoard it just for us. No one else would know what she looked like in this position, much less what her arousal smelled like.

She was ours and only ours.

"Daddy," she squeaked, and I knew he had breached the tight virgin hole. Thinking about the way we would all have her, claim each of her holes for ourselves, had me on edge.

"She's so fucking close," Jett groaned. "Goddamn, she's so tight."

"Slip another finger inside her," Mal requested from where he sat. It had to be costing him to sit there and keep his hands to himself, but it was also his own kink. He loved to watch and wait until he couldn't stand not playing.

Rosie gasped, and her head flew back. My lips found hers, and we kissed hard. My tongue dove in and out of her mouth, much like the way Jett fingered her. She tasted like the sweetest sin and me, and fuck me, I could have died right then and there and gone without wanting more.

But thankfully, I didn't.

Less than a minute later, Jett rubbed her clit and stroked a spot inside of her as he pushed deeper into her asshole, and she flew apart. Watching her cum, her naked body taut, hovering and arched over my own as bliss curtained her face was like watching a miracle on its own.

One I wanted to make happen over and over. And by the way Jett kissed the line of her spine, slowly letting his fingers slip out of her, I knew he wanted the same. The three of us did.

Rosie was ours.

Not for a moment, or a weekend, but forever.