Page 22 of The Devil's Daughter

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Drake

I’m toohard to fucking think. All I know is that I need to be inside her, and would have tried to fuck her alongside Ben, if she hadn’t had a hard enough time getting one cock into her tight virgin pussy.

But the second Ben finishes, I’m ready. She’s barely come down from her own orgasm when I push her to his chest. Ben meets my gaze past her shoulder and nods. Not that I needed his permission, but I’m gratified to have it. He and I will finish what we started another time; having Elle is our top priority now, and when she lifts her gorgeous, round ass into the air, I know she’s ready to take me next.

Her pink pussy glistens with her arousal, a sheen of milky fluid clinging to the inside, and I press my thumb into her, then slide it around. I want to taste her, but my cock has other ideas, so I move close, line my tip with that flooded well of perfection, and push inside as slowly as I can stand. She lets out a moan that I feel all the way to my toes, and I have to brace myself not to lose my mind.

Ben’s hands come to her ass, spreading her wide even as she buries her face against his neck. Her murmur of encouragement is music to my ears as I begin to move, mind flitting between the various perfect images of her that have been burned into my memory all within the last twelve hours—her dance, her shower, and now this, the curve of her spine and the spread of her ass cheeks with my cock buried deep inside her. Ben’s hands framing my view are just the icing on the cake.

Her rocking hips increase the urgency as I fuck harder, and Ben removes one hand from her ass to reach between them. I’m gratified by her mewl of pleasure, followed by a gasp as he begins to tease between her legs. Her core tightens around my dick, and every sensation is concentrated in my lower extremities as her orgasm takes over. The milking sensation is too intense to ignore and I lose it completely, spilling my load into her in a hunched series of spasms.

I slip out and collapse to the side, chest heaving. Her cheek is still pressed to Ben’s chest, lashes thick with moisture and eyes glassy. I can’t resist the urge to stroke her cheek, but manage not to utter “good girl,” though it’s on the tip of my tongue. I’m not sure why, but it feels like that would be just a step too far.

She reaches for me mutely, as if her capacity for speech has failed her, but I know what she wants. I lean close and take her mouth, giving her a languid kiss that she returns with such enjoyment I can sense her need rising yet again.

Lower lip tucked between her teeth, she uses me for leverage to climb off Ben, then lies down between us and pulls her knees up to her chest. “I need one of you to fuck me again, or I’m going to burst into flame.”

My dick twitches with interest, but fails to come to full attention. Ben laughs. “Jesus, you’re a fucking wet dream, Ellie. Guess we really do need Baz here, don’t we?”

“Call him. He can be here in an hour, right?” she suggests.

“Let’s hold off until we can explain all this,” I say, waving at the destroyed bedsheets and Elle, who’s taken matters into her own hands and is now finger-fucking herself.

“Please, I need more.”

“I’ve got you,” I say, pulling her hand away from her pussy and moving down between her legs. Her snatch is a perfect pink slit framed by dark curls, soaked with a mix of her own fluids, mine, and Ben’s. It’s a pungent mix that makes my cock rise to half-mast at the first taste.

She sighs and lets her knees splay wide when I bury my face against her and go to town. I don’t think I’ve ever been with a woman quite as responsive, but then I typically restrict myself to male partners. I tend to crave something from women that most aren’t willing to give, something Elle didn’t even blink at when I asked for it earlier. The thought is enough to rouse my cock to full hardness, and just as the first keen of her orgasm hits, I rise onto my knees, haul her hips toward me, and plunge into her for the second time.

I don’t hold back this time, slamming in fast and hard. I meet Ben’s stare as he watches us fuck, gratified when he reaches down to take his cock in hand and jerk himself off with his eyes glued to us.

Somehow she climaxes yet again while I’m inside her, the clench of her spasming muscles even tighter than before. I’m utterly spent when I fall to her side again. She curls onto her side facing Ben and I tug her tight against me, then reach for the covers to pull them up over the three of us when Ben slides close and gives her a gentle, slow kiss on the mouth. I’m too exhausted to even bother turning out the light, but they don’t seem to care any more than I do.

“I fucking love you, Ellie,” Ben murmurs against her ear, and it’s only then that I feel like I might be intruding on something years in the making. My limbs are too heavy to give them space, though, and Elle’s fingers threading through mine tell me she wouldn’t let me if I tried.

She doesn’t answer Ben with words. Instead she reaches for him, pulling him in so tight I’m surprised she can still breathe trapped between us. When our legs tangle together, the juxtaposition of his heavy, hair-dusted ones with her slender, smooth ones wound with mine is something I didn’t realize until now that I want with my entire being.

Somehow I sleep more soundlythan I have in ages, but wake disoriented and uncomfortably sticky. The pleasant shift of soft flesh in my arms reminds me quickly what occurred the night before and I crack one eyelid to verify. Elle peers up at me with a hesitant smile, and behind her, Ben’s sleepy face greets mine with a more salacious one.

“Best night I’ve had in forever,” he says. “Sleep-wise, I mean. And all the other stuff too, I guess.”

“Night terrors aren’t exactly normal fare. You been having them a long time?” I ask.

He darts his gaze away and shrugs, the casual indifference clearly a cover for whatever deep wound his subconscious acted out in his sleep last night.

“You’ve been having them since that night, haven’t you?” Elle asks, craning her head to look over her shoulder before spinning between us. “You can talk to us, Benny. You trust me, don’t you? I think you can trust Drake too. Maybe he’ll share his secrets if you tell him yours.”

She shoots me a dark look and I roll my eyes, but don’t disagree. I destroyed one of the usual barriers I have to opening up to a partner last night, but I’m not quite there yet.

Ben sighs, and I can tell he craves release of a different sort this morning.

“That fucking gun deal—it felt wrong to Manny from the minute we got there. When they found out Delgado had Celeste, it just went downhill from there. I don’t even know who shot first, but I sure as fuck know who shot last. I couldn’t stop it,” he says in a low voice. “The bleeding. The bullet pierced Manny’s heart, went clean through, and landed in Leo’s shoulder.”

“Oh, Ben. I didn’t know,” Elle says.

“Baz and I had to get him out of there. Celeste took Leo in Manny’s car. Baz drove Gustavo’s car and followed her to Mad Dog’s. I was in the back seat with Manny the whole way. I tried to stop the bleeding, but I couldn’t…”

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