Page 42 of The Devil's Daughter

“If she won’t, I will,” Drake says, hovering beside me. He’s shirtless now, but still has his shorts on. When I push up onto my hands to rock back against Baz’s thrusts, Drake leans down and undoes Ben’s shorts.

“We can take turns,” I say, eyeing him curiously as he leans back to pull Ben’s shorts past his bare feet and tosses them to the floor.

He stares bright-eyed at Ben’s cock, then gestures. “Ladies first.”

Ben settles back with an incoherent curse as I wrap my mouth around him, holding him at the base while I suck him deep.

“Good girl,” Drake croons in a deep voice. The compliment sounds both strange and completely natural coming from him—my mentor, my boss, and now my lover—and I can’t help but glance at him, eyes wide, hoping he’ll give me more.

He seems to grasp what I want and nods. “You’re doing great. Just take care with your teeth and keep a steady rhythm. Cup his balls—like that, yes.”

I do as he suggests and Ben moans, bending his knees to give himself more leverage to lift his hips. He curls his fingers around the back of my head, tangling them in my hair, and murmurs my name.

“So fucking good, Elle,” he says, but I realize it’s Baz behind me who’s speaking. “Come with me, baby.”

He bends over me, hand sliding around to find my clit, and it only takes a few deft strokes before I lose track of the world, save for the cock in my pussy and the one in my mouth. And then there’s Drake, whispering dirty words in my ear as he teases my nipples and urges me to come.

I fly over in a rush, bucking and writhing against Baz and madly stroking Ben’s cock, because I evidently can’t have an orgasm with a dick in my mouth or I’d forget how to breathe. But Ben doesn’t seem to mind a bit. He barks a curse, then his cock erupts, shooting fine streams of semen across his belly and over my knuckles.

Baz has barely pulled out and fallen onto the bed when Drake takes his place.

“No rest for the wicked,” I joke, unfocused and barely coherent, but far from spent.

He chuckles as he pushes in, and I gasp at how good it feels to be filled again.

“I want you to come as many times as humanly possible so you have no choice but to want us all at once, every time.”

“O-Okay,” I say, already losing focus as he begins to fuck with slow, undulating thrusts. Baz and Ben are both breathing heavy, and a moment later, Baz disappears, returning with a warm, damp rag that he tosses to his brother to clean himself and my hand with.

“You want to take both the twins at once someday, don’t you?” Drake asks breathlessly. He squeezes my ass cheeks as he plunges deep. “Because if the answer is yes, we need to work on this.”

He presses a thumb to my tight hole and rubs. I gasp at the surprisingly delicious pleasure that floods my groin at the unexpected contact.

“Would you like that, Elle?” he asks. “I’d love to watch you take them both—one in this sweet, tight pussy, the other in your ass.”

“Yes. God yes, I want that,” I say.

“Fuck,” both twins mutter in unison. Ben’s cock twitches where it lays soft against his hip, and when Drake plunges a finger past my tight barrier, he goes fully hard again.

I moan and cling to Ben as fresh pleasure blasts through me, but it’s nothing compared to the deeper, more consuming pleasure that comes when Drake adds another finger, stretching me even more.

I start to reach for Ben’s cock to stroke again. I don’t know if he’d be able to come, but I want to try. But he stalls me, then bends down to kiss my cheek. “I’m having a taste of your pussy.”

He sits up and makes a spinning motion with his finger. Confused about how this is supposed to work, I follow Drake’s lead. He pulls out, then settles on the edge of the bed. “Back to me. Spread your legs like you were on the video this morning.”

God, was it only this morning that Baz fucked me like this while they watched? It seems like eons ago. I straddle his thighs and lean back, sighing when I sink down on his erection again, legs splayed wide across his. He spreads his to allow Ben to drop to his knees between them, and when Ben presses his mouth to my core, I gasp, reaching both hands back to grab hold of Drake’s neck.

“Oh god, that feels so good,” I moan, arching and writhing as Ben tongues my clit. Not to be left out, Baz settles beside us, one knee crooked onto the mattress as he bends over to worship my breasts again. It’s as if they each instinctively know where to be, where I need them most.

I’m nothing but a bundle of raw, intense pleasure, and it lasts twice as long as last time, but when my orgasm overcomes me, it’s like a tidal wave. I cry out, bucking and clenching, unable to hold back. Drake groans a harsh curse into my ear as his cock erupts inside me. Ben moans against my pussy, the sound a desperate plea. When he rises, his gaze is hot, needy, and I only nod as I stand.

He hauls me into his arms and lifts me, gripping the backs of my thighs as I wrap my legs around him. The next thing I know, I’m flat on the bed again and he’s plunging his cock into me, the friction teasing my already sensitized flesh.

He fucks me hard and fast, his need drawing out my aftershocks until they’re another full-blown climax. He yells my name when he comes, then falls to the side, gasping, still loosely clutching the back of my neck.

I’ve never felt more connected to anyone than I do to the three of them in this moment, but the way they’re looking at me, I know it’s only the beginning.

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