Page 21 of The Devil's Daughter

“Jesus,” he mutters when I dip my head and tentatively lick the bead of moisture clinging to the underside of his tip. He tastes salty and sweet at the same time, and I swirl my tongue around his entire cockhead, deciding I like his flavor before wrapping my lips around and sucking lightly. His reaction spurs me on.

Behind me, Drake rests a hand on my ass, gently caressing his way down to my core once more. Just as I open wider to try to take Ben deeper, Drake pushes two fingers into my aching channel. The slight penetration makes me groan around Ben’s cock. He curses and drops one hand to my head.

“Elle, I’m gonna blow my load. If you don’t want to get a mouthful, maybe just stop.”

“Don’t you dare stop,” Drake says. “Swallow every drop.”

I don’t plan on stopping, not even to explain as much to them, and it only takes one slow suck before Ben’s cock seems to flex within my fist. He barks a curse, clutching harder at my head as his hot semen floods my mouth. I gag a little at the unexpectedly strong flavor, but it isn’t bad. Just new.

I keep sucking a little longer until he urges me up. I wipe my mouth and look to him for some sign I didn’t fuck up. His heavy-lidded stare is enough of an affirmation.

Drake wraps a hand around my upper arm and pulls me back down. He kisses me, plunging his tongue into my mouth, exploring every corner until I realize he’s tasting the remnants of Ben that just passed across my tongue.

Another second passes before I feel Ben shift and push my legs apart. I think he’s going to fuck me, but instead he glides his tongue up through my soaked and swollen folds.

I clutch at Drake when the pleasure of Ben’s mouth sends the world off-kilter. Drake slides down a little lower, holding me close as he dips his head to my breast, pulling one nipple into his mouth. The pleasure’s almost too much to bear, my hips involuntarily bucking against Ben’s mouth. He plunges his tongue deep, then whips it in sweeping lashes across my clit.

Just when I’m at the verge of losing it, he surges up, swiping the back of his hand across his mouth, and moves up between my thighs, cock as stiff as ever.

“Tell me you want this,” he says, gaze uncertain and half-delirious as if he thinks he’s still dreaming. He grabs hold of my hips and lifts them, pulling me up his thighs and scooting his bent knees farther beneath me. His cock grazes my core, replacing some of the lost contact, but not enough.

“Please, yes. I want you inside me.”

Then Drake’s hand is between my legs, fingers parting me for Ben to slot his cock against my opening. Ben tilts his hips, pushing in slowly. I gasp at the sudden, uncomfortable stretch. His girth is nothing like that of the small dildo I use to masturbate, and I bite my lip, willing myself to take him.

“Is he hurting you?” Drake asks. The answer is yes, but I shake my head, afraid he’ll stop if I admit it.

“It’s okay. Please keep going.” I shoot a pleading look at Ben, then Drake.

“When was the last time you had sex?” Drake asks.

I can’t help but laugh, my cheeks flushing even hotter than my arousal can account for. “Um, never?”

“Fucking hell, you’re a virgin? Elle. You should’ve said so. Ben, stop.”

“No! Don’t stop.” I lunge and grab at Ben when he backs off with a bewildered look. “I don’t want to stop. I want this! Both of you have my full consent to do anything. Everything. Please don’t stop!”

Drake squeezes my arm, and I turn to see an amused smile on his face. He cups my jaw. “It’s okay, we aren’t going to stop. Just change things up a bit. Ben, on your back.”

“Aye, aye, captain,” Ben says with a smirk. “I like how you think, by the way.”

He crawls up the bed and rolls onto his back, hard cock jutting from his hips. Drake gestures with one hand. “He’s all yours now. Move at whatever pace is comfortable.”

I straddle Ben’s hips, determined to make this work. I’m not about to back down just because he’s probably too big, but Drake isn’t much smaller and I want themboth,no matter how crazy that sounds. God, if Baz were here, I’d want him too. I feel a little guilty for not waiting, an ancient conversation with Baz flitting through my memory just as I position Ben’s tip at my opening again and start to sink.

Baz is the twin I talk to the most. He’s the most open, emotionally available one, and arguably the closer friend. He’d know I’m a virgin because Itoldhim as much, and when I did, he made a promise that if my status changed, I could talk to him about it. I could always talk to him about anything, so I hope that doesn’t change if…when… he finds out.

Ben groans my name as I take him deeper, gasping from the uncomfortable stretch of his cock filling me inch by inch. Drake watches intently, then moves, crawling around to my back where he presses up against me, curls his arms around my torso, and presses his mouth to my ear.

“That’s right, keep working him deeper.” He slides his hand down my belly and slips two fingers alongside Ben’s cock where he’s gradually filling me, then gives my clit a light flick. “You’re definitely wet enough to take him, but this should help.”

He starts to gently rub my clit while at the same time spanning my breasts with his other hand, brushing thumb and forefinger back and forth across both my nipples. All those ministrations combined with his solid heat and words of encouragement in my ear spur me on. Not only does it get easier, but my desire builds so swiftly once Ben’s inside me all the way that my cries are pure pleasure when he starts to fuck me from beneath.

I’m having sex with two men. The thought is at the forefront of my mind as I pivot and rock my hips on top of Ben’s cock. His jaw is clenched with concentration, his hands gripping my hips to guide our rhythm as he slams up into me at an accelerating pace. Drake keeps up his teasing caresses, rubbing my clit faster as he growls filthy promises into my ear.

I fling my head back onto his shoulder when my climax hits and Ben’s gasp and groan signals his release. His heat fills me, making his thrusts slap lewdly between my thighs. Then he slows and heaves a shuddering breath.

Drake’s hot breath gusts against my ear as he growls, “My turn,” before bending me over.

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