Page 38 of The Devil's Daughter

“What?” he mutters, glancing at me. “You think I’m too much of an alpha to bottom? Look at her… Does she look like a bottom to you right now?”

Elle looks like she’s having the time of her life and Baz is barely keeping up. He’s diddling her clit while he sucks on the side of her neck and continues pumping into her wet pussy.

Drake stands and opens the drawer of the bedside table. When he returns, he hands me a bottle of lube.

“You’re serious?” I ask, adrenaline spiking as I realize I’m about to fuck another man for the first time.

He takes the bottle, squirts a little into his own hand, then reaches back and smears it between his cheeks before handing the lube back to me. He turns and backs up, straddling my knees.

I hurriedly squirt lube liberally over my dick then grab his hips with sticky fingers. My pulse is racing, my dick painfully ready for this. He braces his hands on my knees as he lowers himself. When my tip breaches his opening, he groans.

“Y-Youhavedone this before, right?” I ask.

“Not in a long time, but it’s like riding a bike.”

“I fucking doubt it,” I mutter, gripping his hips as he sinks lower and my thick shaft spreads him. “Does it hurt?”

“It’s a good hurt. Fuck yes, there it is.”

He grunts when my dick rubs something deep inside him. My entire body is hot, my cock on the verge of exploding, but I’m pretty sure I just found his A-spot, and I want a clear head when I start fucking him for real.

He takes control, though, leveraging himself up on strong legs, then back down. He leans back against me, gripping the back of my neck with one hand, the other reaching between his thighs to grab his dick.

“Jesus, this…youfeel fucking fantastic,” I breathe.

It isn’t until he starts a steady up and down rhythm that I peek at the screen again. I have to give props to my brother for lasting so fucking long. I’d have come five times by now, and it’s a challenge to maintain control with Drake’s tight ass wrapped around my dick.

Elle looks drunk on pleasure, her head tilted back on Baz’s shoulder, one hand clutching the back of his neck while he murmurs filthy things to her. Who knew my twin was into dirty talk? He braces himself on one arm while the other hand works her clit, and her entire body bounces with the force of his thrusts. She’s watching us through slitted eyelids, panting and moaning.

“Let me see you come,” Drake commands. “Come on that hard cock, Elle. Next time, all three of us get to share you. How would you like that? You want to know what it feels like to have Ben’s cock buried in your ass? It’s fucking heaven.”

She lets out a long moan, and for the first time, Baz glances at the camera. He’s smiling, but his smile shifts to pleasure and his eyes go glassy when Elle starts to cry out, her hips bucking harder to meet his thrusts.

I see them both go over together, and it’s a beautiful thing. I can’t help but wonder if I make the same O-face as Baz when I come, but I lose focus quickly, the tightness in my balls forcing my attention back to my own body and the well-muscled ass riding my dick.

I brace both hands behind me so I can fuck Drake as hard as he seems to need to be fucked. He meets me thrust for thrust, and the slick slap of his hand on his dick gets faster, louder, until we’re flying over together too.

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Elle

I never knewhow beautiful two men fucking could be until I saw Ben and Drake together. Drake’s strong, cut muscles ripple as he rides Ben’s cock, his thigh muscles bunching with each rise and fall. Ben’s torso is canted just slightly so he can watch us, and he’s braced his fists behind him on the bed to give himself leverage to thrust. Both of them watch with fevered fascination mixed with pure pleasure while Baz fucks me, shifting his free hand between my breasts and my clit while I writhe on top of him.

I’m mesmerized the moment I see them reach their peak together, right as I’m on the verge of losing myself to the glorious sensations of Baz’s cock inside me. The final straw is the sound of his voice in my ear reminding me how long he’s dreamed of this moment and how it’s better than the dirtiest fantasy he’s ever had of me.

Drake’s cock erupts in a creamy stream over his fist just as I’m crying out with my own climax, but a second later, the screen goes blank. I’m still wrapped in Baz’s arms, his cock softening inside me. He chuckles when I sigh.

“You never let on what a dirty mind you have, Ellie. What other secrets are you keeping?”

“It’s not just the sexy stuff I’m sighing about,” I say, more relaxed than I have any right to be right now. “I’m just so happy those two like each other finally.”

“Yeah. I guess Drake has his moments. Letting my brother fuck him is going to go a long way to building trust.” He chuckles as if he still doesn’t quite believe it, then squeezes me tighter and kisses my shoulder. Then he lets out a sigh that’s not entirely satisfaction, and I twist my upper body in his arms to look at his face.

“What was that for?”

“This is real for us. You know that, right? For Ben and me. We’re all-in.”

My heart thuds a little harder and I swallow, nodding as wetness pricks at my eyelids. “I know. It’s real for me too. Youknowhe was my first, right? Monday night. Once I knew it was happening, I was ready, and I had no intention of turning back. I’m glad you’re okay with this arrangement too because it would’ve sucked to lose you.”

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