Chapter 6: Morning Worship
Consciousness returned not as a thought but as a sensation, a slow, wet heat pulsing between her legs. Aurora stirred, the silk sheets whispering against her bare skin. Anita’s head was buried between her thighs, her tongue tracing lazy, devastating circles around Aurora’s clit. A soft moan escaped Aurora’s lips, her body arching into the contact. “There’s our girl,” Marcus’s voice rumbled near her ear, his arms encircling her from behind. He turned her face toward his and kissed her deeply, swallowing her gasp as Anita’s ministrations grew more insistent. His morning erection, thick and hard, pressed against the back of her thigh. Anita’s fingers parted her folds, exposing her completely. “So swollen from last night,” Anita murmured, her breath hot. “So perfect.” She dipped her tongue inside, tasting her, before sucking her clit back into her mouth. Aurora cried out against Marcus’s lips, her hips lifting off the bed. “That’s it, baby, come for us,” Marcus growled, his hand sliding down to cup her breast, pinching her nipple. “You need to be nice and loose for Mommy and Daddy.” The words sent a fresh thrill through her. Anita’s rhythm became relentless, a fierce, wet devotion that pushed Aurora over the edge. Her climax ripped through her, a silent scream against Marcus’s mouth as her body convulsed. Anita didn’t stop, licking her through the shudders, drawing out every last pulse. Marcus held her tight, his own need a pressing weight against her. “Such a good girl for us,” he whispered, his voice thick with pride.
Aurora’s body went limp, a breathless sigh escaping her lips. She turned her head, her eyes finding Anita’s, glistening with shared pleasure. “Thank you, Mommy,” she whispered, her voice raspy. “That felt so good.” She leaned in and kissed Anita deeply, tasting herself on her Mommy’s lips, a salty-sweet affirmation of their bond. Anita returned the kiss with a soft hum, her hand stroking Aurora’s hair. “Our perfect girl,” Anita murmured against her mouth. Breaking the kiss, Aurora shifted her weight, turning her body with a fluid grace that spoke of practiced intimacy. She moved over Marcus, her thighs framing his hips as she settled onto him, her swollen, sensitive folds meeting the rigid heat of his cock. She positioned himself at her entrance, a teasing pressure that made them both gasp. “Daddy,” she moaned, sinking down onto him in one slow, deliberate motion, taking every inch of him deep inside her trembling body. Marcus’s hands gripped her hips, his knuckles white, a low groan rumbling in his chest as she sheathed him completely. “Fuck, baby girl,” he grunted, his eyes dark with lust. Aurora began to move, a slow, rolling grind of her hips that built into a desperate, punishing rhythm. Anita watched, her own desire flickering in her eyes as she moved closer. “Look how beautifully she takes you, Daddy,” Anita said, her voice a husky whisper. She leaned in, her lips finding Aurora’s neck, nipping and sucking at the tender skin as Aurora rode her husband. “Such a good little pussy for us.” Anita’s hands came up to cup Aurora’s breasts, her thumbs circling the nipples before she lowered her head. She took one taut peak into her mouth, sucking hard while her fingers pinched and twisted the other. Aurora cried out, her rhythm faltering as the dual sensations overwhelmed her. “Oh, God, Mommy… Daddy…” Marcus thrust upward to meet her frantic movements, the wet, slapping sounds of their union filling the room. “Tell us who you belong to, baby girl,” Marcus commanded, his voice rough. “You… I belong to you and Mommy,” Aurora panted, her words breaking into moans. Anita released her breast with a pop and captured her mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing her cries as Marcus drove into her again and again, claiming their daughter completely.