Page 36 of The Devil's Daughter

When Baz exposes my lower body, their mouths move in silent curses. Ben drops his head back, closes his eyes, then opens them again to slits. Drake reaches behind his head and grips the top of the headboard, knuckles going white as he tilts his hips, making his erection shift in his shorts.

But I know it isn’t just that I’m not wearing panties now that gets to them. It’s the fact that when I took a shower Tuesday morning, I shaved myself bare, and it feelssogood when Baz strokes me. Better than I imagined.

But Baz isn’t oblivious to the fact that I’m hairless down there. He keeps stroking me while the other two watch, running his fingertips over my newly sensitized skin, from the very top of my mound all the way down to my perineum.

“Do you always keep yourself bare like this, or is this new?” he whispers.

“I did it the morning after I was with them,” I say. “It felt… cleaner, I guess. I was a mess after that night.”

“Mm, I bet you were. Did they both cum inside you? How many times did they fuck you?”

“I don’t—oh.”

I can’t articulate my reply, because he pushes two fingers into me and starts fucking as he guides us both backward. I collapse onto his lap, legs splayed across his. My shirt hem falls down, but I hike it up again—I want the others to see everything.

When he sits, Baz removes his fingers from me and yanks at the hem of my shirt. I lift my arms so he can pull it off, then feel his arms brush my back as he tears his T-shirt off over his head. He wraps his arms around me then, pressing his bare chest to my back and I close my eyes in pleasure at the delicious heat of his smooth, strong body wrapped around me.

My ass is pressed to his groin, the thick, hard ridge of his dick digging into one cheek. I grind against him just enough to make him moan. “I need to be inside you, Ellie.”

“I want that too.” I reach back and fumble for his button, then his zipper, lifting my ass enough for him to shove his shorts down a little, then I reach between my thighs for his cock, lift a little higher, and position his cockhead at my opening.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, don’t make me wait any longer.Ay Dios, you feel so fucking good.”

I sink down slowly and lose myself to the sensation as Baz grabs my hips and guides me on his cock. When I refocus my attention to the screen, the scene has changed, and what I see makes me even hotter than before.

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Ben

I can’t look awayfrom the screen after Baz revealed Elle’s luscious pussy and the fact she’s trimmed herself bare. My dick is straining in my shorts, aching for contact, for release, but it isn’t until Drake speaks that I return to the present, focusing on my own body again and not the scene playing out in the other room.

“What?” I ask, not hearing him properly the first time.

“Take off your shorts, idiot. I want to suck you off.”

It’s surprising enough that I turn to look at him. “Do you want me to…”

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want, but hopefully you want my mouth on your dick right now.”

Drake’s already shoving his shorts down his legs, his cock springing out and smacking his belly when he sits back. He’s not built like me or my brother; he’s strong—and muscular, sure—but where we’re both bulky and broad and hairless, he’s long and lean, with dark hair dusting across his chest and making a line down his belly. His pubes are trimmed, but then so are mine. I think it makes my dick look bigger, so I keep things tight.

Both our dicks are big and hard right now, though.

I glance at the screen again. Elle’s straddling Baz’s lap, fully naked now, and fuck me if she isn’t the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. They fumble for a second with his shorts, then finally get them down.

She’s on the verge of fucking him when Drake takes control and reaches for the front of my shorts. He gives me a stroke through the fabric, and I shudder at the pure, raw ecstasy it invokes. But when he starts to lean over my lap, I grip his shoulder.

“Not like this. You won’t be able to see.”

“We can watch the recording later.”

“Seriously? Aren’t you afraid of this getting out?”

“These sets are only on the yacht’s local network. You can secure the files afterward, if it makes you feel better. Or delete them.”

“Baz might have an issue with it.”

“He might also forgive me if he gets to see her from our angle later.”

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