Avery’s voice comes on and the words that come out of her mouth make me nearly come the second they leave her lips. Avery’s going to teach my little girl how to eat pussy. Fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
Avery grips a handful of blond hair, bringing Chloe’s head down to her bare cunt. I can’t see it, Chloe’s head blocking my view, but the moment I hear the moans, the husky whimpers, and heavy breathing, though unsure who they’re coming from, I throw my head back and begin to pump myself harder. I can feel my cock growing in my hands, painfully eager to release, but I need to wait it out, I can’t come this quickly. If I do I’ll never survive fucking these two.
What the fuck am I saying, I can’t fuck them.
“Fuck, Chloe. Yes, just like that. Aahh, it feels so good. Add a finger Chlo, one finger will help intensify the feeling.”
The look on Avery’s face as she guides Chloe is un-fucking-believable. Damn the woman is a goddess. Her red hair wild, those blue eyes so striking, and her lips, dark red and dangerously plump. She’s so damn fuckable.
I move my hand to the sound of Avery’s panting, precum oozing out as I look back to the screen and watch my little girl go to town on her best friend's pussy, imagining it was my mouth licking and lapping Avery’s cum. Fuck they’re so beautiful.
“Does it feel good Avery? I need you to come in my mouth Avery, please I need you to taste you, all of you.”
I stare in shock, stilling as I come harder than I’ve come in ages at the same time Avery does, her back arching as she closes her eyes, Chloe sucking non-stop as Avery rides her fucking face. My little girl has a dirty fucking mouth. Who would have known. I can’t wait to have a taste.
…
How the fuck am I supposed to sit here and eat dinner with these girls after what I just saw?
I swirl the glass of bourbon in my hand, the ice cubes clinking against the glass. My heartbeat thunders in my temples, the anticipation of watching them walk down the staircase at any moment, already making my cock dangerously hard.
I washed up and adjusted myself after single-handedly coming at the sight of Chloe on her knees before Avery, having a pre-dinner snack. Fucking perv. I sense them before I see them, the air in the room now thick and ten degrees hotter. As if trying to hide the fact that I am well aware of their presence, I look up from my place leaning against the bar in the den, toward the staircase, as two stunning beautiful and tempting seductresses descend dressed in the most tantalizing of outfits.
Fuck me they look good enough to eat. Dangerously appetizing. A deep groan escapes me as I bite down on my bottom lip to suppress it. The way they strut down the last steps, proves they know how fucking good they look. Avery’s confidence is such a fucking turn on, the way she flaunts her figure with every sway of her hips. The fuck me heels, at least five inches, accentuate every toned muscle in her legs, and perk her ass up even more than it normally is. Not to mention the eyeful of cleavage I’m getting in the low cut dress, on top of the perky nipples poking out through the thin fabric. Her eyes connect with mine and I know she sees the hunger in them when she winks, a sly smirk appearing over her red lips.
“Merry Christmas Eve, Zane,” she coos, walking past me and into the kitchen without another look. My gaze follows her and she wiggles her ass in response. I can’t help the chuckle that escapes me as I turn back around and come eye to eye with the prettiest blue eyes.
Chloe stands before me, with a look of, well I’m not exactly sure what I see. I gaze intently at her, trying to figure it out and for once, I can’t tell what my girl is thinking. Chloe and I were always in sync. I could always tell what was on her mind with one look. I knew when she was sad, when she was angry, when she was embarrassed, but this look I don’t fucking recognize. What I do see is a glimpse of carnal desire like a cloud over her baby blues.
“Chloe,” I say, unable to hold back any longer. My eyes rake down her body, from the top of her breasts pushed together in the velvety green mini dress she wears, to the curve of her hip, and down her long, tanned legs. Fuck she looks beautiful. “You look…”
“Thanks,” she whispers, not letting me finish. “I’m famished,” she says licking her lips, “Shall we eat?”
…
I can’t stop staring at Chloe’s mouth. Each bite of food she takes, every time her tongue comes out to lick the crumbs off her lips, all I can picture is her licking and sucking up Avery’s cum. God I’m a fucking monster. Avery knows it, the way she’s watching me watch her, I know she can see the hunger in my eyes, even if I’ve just had a fucking feast. I’m starved, craving something I shouldn’t have. Although it’s only a craving when it’s forbidden. No one craves something that’s good for them.
One question has been going through my mind all night, and I can’t seem to answer it myself. Does Chloe know I’m watching her videos? Avery is the one who sent me the request to follow her profile. The first few times it was just Avery teasing the camera in cute lingerie and I figured it was me she was teasing. However, it was when Chloe came into view and they started doing things together, teasing and taunting, that I assumed they were doing it to get more followers. That’s what these profiles are for right? The appeal to teenagers of having millions of followers for no fucking reason. However, just the thought of some other asshole watching these two makes my blood fucking boil.
They’re mine.
I shake my head at the thought, Chloe wouldn’t be doing this if she knew I was watching, would she? I look up at her and find her watching me intently, her gaze then moving to Avery who’s licking her lips as she gulps down another glass of her dangerous Christmas Poison. That’s what she decided to name the punch she made, and fuck if it isn’t true.
It’s a fucking poison, add these two girls to the mix, and it’s goddamn lethal.
“So,” Chloe says, licking a dollop of mashed potatoes off her fork, “I say we sing some Christmas carols, put on a movie, and then open presents.” She claps her hands together, her excitement obvious, just as obvious as Avery’s and my distaste.
“Christmas carols, really Chlo?” A wicked smile appears on Avery’s face, “Okay I’m in, but only if we reenact the Jingle Bell Rock scene from Mean Girls.”
“Ooo yes! I love that part, and we can wear the Santa outfits I bought us all!”
They both turn to me for approval, and for once I have no fucking clue what they’re talking about. I raise a brow, unsure of what they want from me. Suddenly Chloe jumps out of her seat and rushes upstairs, leaving me once again alone with Avery. My gaze follows Chloe out, but when I turn my attention to Avery, expecting she’ll be looking at me too, she’s staring directly toward where Chloe disappeared from.
Her smile is wide, biting her lip she watches her run up the stairs in the short ass fucking dress that leaves nothing to the imagination. “You really are great Zane,” she says, suddenly turning to me. “Humoring her and feeding her Christmas obsession, even if it’s the last thing you want to do.”
I swallow hard at Avery’s observation. “I guess, some might find it odd that after all these years, I still spend time with my stepdaughter, especially during a holiday, but Chloe’s mom was never a present mother, and I just couldn’t live with the idea that Chloe would be alone on her favorite day of the year.”