Page 46 of Three Stepbrothers Save Christmas

“Sit up for me, Sweetheart.” I do as he asks, and he helps me out of the loose t-shirt I wore to bed, leaving me in nothing but my cotton knickers. “If that’s an ex-boyfriend's t-shirt, I never want to see it on your body again. Understood?” His eyes darken, and he has that strict tone that turns me on and warns me not to test him at the same time.

Nodding in agreement, Travis watches me for a moment as if checking I’m not lying before encouraging me to lie back down.

“Good girl,” he whispers into my ear as his teeth find the lobe at the same time as his fingers find my nipple. I gasp as he applies just the right amount of pressure, not too much that it's painful, but enough that it’s not gentle either.

Travis continues to kiss his way down my neck to my chest, where he takes my nipple between his teeth.

“Oh god,” I gasp, pushing my chest out further to give him as much access as possible. I know I’m soaking wet and so ready for him. It can be embarrassing how wet I can get, and I have even had men complain. I’m self-conscious about it, but I try to force it to the back of my mind as I always do. But when I feel Travis’s hand on my leg as he forces it to bend before running his hand up my inner thigh towards the apex of my thighs, I feel myself stiffen.

“What’s the matter?” Travis asks, looking up from between my breasts. I quickly shake my head, knowing he won’t drop it.

“Sweetheart, if you want me to stop.”

I shake my head vigorously; that’s the last thing I want him to do.

“Then tell me what the matter is so I can help you.”

“I’m wet,” I whisper. Travis looks at me with one arched brow.

“I should hope so; otherwise, I suck at this.”

I can’t stop the short giggle, which earns me a smile from Travis.

“I mean, I’m really wet,” I whisper.

Tavis lets go of my leg and moves so he is lying over me, his lips close to mine.

“Sweetheart, has anyone told you that’s a bad thing?” When I don’t immediately answer, Travis curses before rubbing his face. “What kind of morons have you been dating?” he sighs before looking deep into my eyes again.

“You will never hear me complaining about how wet you are. I want to know you are satisfied to the point I have to change my sheets because they are covered in your sweet juices. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

I nod slowly as he watches me, determining whether I’m telling the truth.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispers in a deep voice and my sex clenches just from those four words. A smirk appears on his face before resuming from where he was.

With his hand back on my leg and his lips moving down towards my stomach, I close my eyes and savour the feeling of him everywhere. As his hand gets closer to my pussy I find myself wiggling, trying to get them there quicker. Travis doesn’t hurry his pace, though. Instead, I swear he slows down. By the time his fingers brush over the fabric of my underwear and his lips find my lower stomach, I am on fire and desperate to be touched.

Travis sits up a little and looks down at the apex of my thighs. Before running a finger over the material, I know is soaking wet.

“I think we could get these wetter, don’t you?” he smirks, before applying a little pressure in just the right spot.

I moan loudly and grind against his finger, causing him to chuckle.

“How badly do you want this, Sweetheart?” he asks, circling my clit through the material.

“So bad!” I moan as I move my hips again.

“How many times is the most you’ve ever cum in one sitting?” I hear him ask as he continues to rub me, bringing me closer to that sweet release. “Before my brothers,” he adds quickly. “Two against one is a little unfair,”

“Twice,” I moan as I realise he has stopped moving his fingers, and now it’s me grinding against him, taking what I need to cum.

“That’s it, Sweetheart. They're getting good and soaked now. Are you going to cum in these knickers like a good girl for your Daddy?”

“Yes,” I cry as I do exactly what he asks. I can feel everything twitching and contracting inside the soaking-wet material. I’m still lying with my eyes closed, enjoying the sense of relief when Travis grips the material on my hips.

“Lift for me, Sweetheart.” I do as he asks, allowing him room to remove my underwear, leaving my pussy bare in front of him. Slowly his finger runs from my clenching entrance to my sensitive clit.

“So wet, so fucking beautiful,” he whispers before looking up at me. “Do you want more?” he asks. I nod, desperate for him to touch me again. “Good because I have dreamt about this pussy so many times, but it’s more perfect than I ever imagined.”

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