Page 78 of The Devil's Daughter

When he releases me, he gazes deep into my eyes. “God, I love you so much, Elle.”

A throat clears, and I look up to see Baz gazing back with one raised eyebrow. I smirk and reach for him next.

“You know I love you. I have for a while. Both of you,” I say, looking at Ben.

Ben responds by reaching down to hook my ankles with one hand, lifting them to rest on his lap. He pulls my shoes off and slides a hand up to my knee over the silk stockings Ines gave me, along with garters and matching black lace bra and panties.

“We’re fucking wrecked over you, Elle,” Ben says, his voice cracking. “I want you all the goddamn time.”

“Every second,” Drake says. “And not just to watch on a screen. I want to touch you.” To illustrate, he slides his hands from my jaw down my neck, fanning his fingertips out over the tops of my breasts. The sensation is electrifying, and my breath hitches.

“We’re not making it to the bedroom tonight, are we?” I ask, looking into his eyes. His gaze glints back wickedly and he kisses me again in reply.

I feel both twins shift closer, two pairs of warm lips finding different parts of my neck to nuzzle and kiss while Drake attends my mouth. Baz finds the side zipper of my dress and slowly draws it down while Ben hooks his fingers beneath one strap and tugs it off my shoulder, his lips following a slow path south. When the bodice loosens, he pulls the strap farther, urging my hand out of it. I release Drake’s mouth and try to stand, but he holds fast.

“Let us,” he says. “Let us do everything.”

I nod and relax, turning to Baz, who’s helping slip the strap off my other arm. He urges me to lie down, and I recline across his lap, staring up into his fevered eyes as Drake and Ben tug the dress down my belly and past my hips. Ben carefully drapes the rustling fabric over the back of the sofa before returning his hands to my stockinged legs.

Baz’s erection presses against my shoulder, and I glance at the swell in his pants, biting my lip.

“Uh-uh, eyes on me. We’re going to make you scream our names before we take care of ourselves, preferably inside you. Are you good with surrendering to us for a little while?”

“Yes,” I say, though I can’t quite relax because I want toseethem, and I can’t as long as they’re all still dressed.

“This is pretty, but it has to go,” Drake says, reaching up and tugging at my bra strap, making it snap against my skin. “Roll over so we can unfasten it.”

I obey, painfully aware of all three hard cocks pressing against various parts of me as I shift onto my belly, resting my cheek atop Baz’s thigh. He carefully unhooks the back of my bra and I roll back over, letting him peel it off and toss it to the side with my discarded dress.

The entire time, both Drake and Baz have started to slowly caress me, their big hands roaming over my legs and torso, my hips and belly. I’m achingly aroused, my panties growing damper by the second, yet they haven’t touched me between my thighs yet.

But Baz, bless him, cups both my breasts and lightly pinches my nipples between thumb and forefinger. He looks utterly entranced by my submission, my willingness to be their plaything.

I reach up and caress his cheek, diverting his attention to my face. His gaze softens and he bends to kiss me. I rise partway to meet him, moaning when he tweaks one nipple a little harder.

One of the other two undoes the clips at the tops of my stockings, and Ben removes them with slow, deliberate care. Drake curls long fingers around my upper thigh, grazing his fingertips so very lightly over the crotch of my panties. He lets out an interested sound, then rubs a little harder. The sensation makes me squirm, but I don’t want to move. I like giving in to them this way—surrendering completely and showing them that I’m theirs, however they want me.

“You’re already soaked. This is going to be fun.”

“Let me see,” Ben says, lifting my foot and forcing me to bend one knee. Drake hooks a hand beneath my thigh, holding it up. Ben pushes my other knee up, fingers tight around my ankle.

He does more than simply look; he bends down, nipping at my inner thigh, then running his tongue along the crease of my groin alongside the edge of my panties.

“Rip them off her,” Drake commands.

My eyes go wide, but Ben obeys. With both hands, he grips the lacy band across my hip and wrenches it between his fists. The lace doesn’t give at first, but then I hear a snap that makes me jump. He peels the panel aside, revealing my core. Then with a growl, he scoots back a little and drops between my thighs, covering my pussy with his mouth.

With a gasp, I arch up, only to find Baz’s hands at my breasts again, massaging, teasing. I open my eyes and look at Drake, who seems content for the moment just watching the other two drive me wild. The hard ridge of his cock against my hip betrays how much this affects him though.

“Please tell me you aren’t just going to watch,” I say, close to delirium from the pleasure the twins are inflicting on me.

“You need my hands on you too? Two was never going to be enough for you, was it?” Drake smirks, then nudges Ben, who sits up and swipes my juices off his chin. “Roll over, baby.”

I obey, and as I do, Ben tugs my ruined panties down my leg, leaving nothing but the garter still fastened around my waist.

With my breasts beneath me now, Baz occupies himself gently removing the pins from my hair, releasing the tight bun, which is a sensuous treat all by itself. When my hair is down, he carefully combs his fingers through the strands, fanning them out over my back. He continues stroking my head while Drake grips my ass cheeks, spreading them open.

“Get her wet.”

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