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Her tongue flicks out over the head of my engorged cock while her gaze remains transfixed on mine from beneath her long lashes. She sucks the head of my cock clean of my pre-cum before stretching her mouth over my length until I hit the back of her throat, forcing her to gag.

“Good girl,” I groan, but stop myself from pumping up inside her mouth.

I want her to take me how she pleases, allowing her the control to show me what she needs. She’s been through so much today; the last thing I want is to cause her more distress. “Such a brave girl. You look so beautiful stuffed full of Daddy’s big cock, Little Nightmare.”

Amanda thrashes about, her disgruntled groans audible to our ears, but my little nightmare pays her no attention while she jerks my cock and follows it up with dragging her tongue up and down me.

“Fuck, she’s watching,” I groan, and she takes me back in her mouth. “She’s watching you suck on me.”

Her eyes roll, and I moan at the fact she’s getting off on this as much as me.

“She wishes she was you.”

She pants around my cock.

“Daddy’s Little Nightmare.”

I can’t help but push on the back of her head in encouragement. “You’re choking so bravely on Daddy. Making me so damn proud of you how you take me.”

A hum of contentment vibrates in her chest.

“You’re so damn good at this. You like climbing into bed with me and using me, don’t you, Little Nightmare?” I cast my eyes up toward Amanda, and her sinister gaze sits solely on Immie, causing me to smirk.

“She’s been so good to me while you’ve been out of it in bed. While my girl drugged you so she could take what she needs.”

Immie jerks, and her eyes search mine; she must like what she sees because her tongue thrashes over the tip of my cock, pushing inside my slit as if desperate to taste me.

Amanda’s nostrils flare, and I continue explaining everything I’ve come to discover. “She’s made me as obsessed with her as she is with me.” Immie moans around my cock, and I grip the sheet to stop myself from coming. “I’m going to keep her.” My hips lift, forcing my cock farther down her throat. “Marry her.” Immie whimpers and sucks me harder, causing my fingers to clench in her hair. “She’s wanted me for so long. Isn’t that right, Little Nightmare?” My lip twitches at my own realization. My poor girl has been desperate for me, and now it’s my turn to show her how much I want her in return. “I’m going to fuck my babies into her.” Immie bucks her hips, and I almost combust.

She pulls off my cock, panting and breathless. Her eyes latch onto mine, and it’s like she’s clutching onto my soul, holding me in place. “I want you to give me a baby.”

My heart skips a beat, and my body ripples with euphoria; my balls pull up.

“Please.” Jesus, she begs so perfectly. I’d give her the damn world if I could.

My jaw falls lax, and I push her head forward. She parts her lips, and I push down on her bottom lip, tipping my cock toward her open mouth.

“Ah, fuck. Daddy’s got to feed you first, Little Nightmare,” I growl. “Then I can give you a baby.”

Hot cum floods her mouth, coating her lips and flowing down her chin onto her chest. I push it against her mouth, forcing her lips to purse over the head, and she sucks hard, using her tongue to steal the remnants from my slit.

She pulls off my cock with a pop. “Can you put a baby in me now?” she asks, batting her lashes.

IMMIE

I might like the thought of torturing Amanda with Jensen’s need for me, but I don’t want to see her face as he fills me, nor do I want him to watch her while he comes, so I delight in the fact he let me choose the position.

As soon as he came in my mouth, I stripped my clothes off and asked him to lose his shirt.

I crawl up the bed and over his legs until I reach his stomach. Then I take my time licking and kissing my way up his chiseled, inked abs and trailing my tongue over his broad chest.

My pussy hovers over his face. “Lick it,” I pant, peering down into his hungry hazel eyes. “Lick your girl’s pussy, Daddy.”

His tongue darts out, and his eyes roll as he flicks it over my pussy lips. As his grip on my thighs tightens, I rock myself back and forth over the scruff on his chin. “Oh god, yes.”

I’m so wet, I slide with ease, and my grip tightens on the headboard.

Glancing over my shoulder, I lock eyes with Amanda’s demonic ones. A smile spreads over my face. I don’t care that she can see my naked form. I don’t care that she can see Jensen’s cock springing back to life. All I care about is that she can see Jensen giving his girl an orgasm, bringing me the pleasure I’ve always craved.