Page 79 of The Devil's Daughter

“My pleasure,” Ben says.

The next thing I feel is his tongue plunging into my wet pussy, then swiping up, spreading my fluid and his saliva around the tight ring of my ass. I barely suppress a desperate moan at the new sensation of his tongue between my cheeks. He toys with me for a second, then sits back.

“Let me know when you’re ready for the lube,” Ben says. “I stashed some up here.”

Drake chuckles. “You weren’t kidding when you said you wanted to fulfill a fantasy in here, were you?”

“Nope.”

“Well, I have a fantasy too. Elle, if anything stops feeling good, you say so.”

“Okay.”

“Good. Because we’re going to break this sweet pussy in for two dicks tonight. Hope you’re ready for it.”

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Drake

This particular scenarionever made it on my list of fantasies about Elle, but I’m improvising. The best part is that it will likely go down as the hottest sexual experience I’ve ever had, real or imagined. I’m on a mission now, and the twins being patient enough to do barely more than observe makes it even better. They want her as much as I do, that’s clear, and Ben easily catches on to my plan the second I announce it, gripping the backs of Elle’s knees and pushing her legs wider.

I’d love to take out my cock and bury it in her now. I’m so hard it hurts. Her gorgeous pussy opens, glistening with her arousal, and her tight pink sphincter clenches and releases as if she’s aching to be filled already. But this will be so much more rewarding if I follow through.

Her swollen clit beckons, so I begin there, stroking the bundle with her slick juices until she squirms and starts to beg. Then I skim my fingertips up through her channel and back down, repeating the strokes and shortening them until I press two fingers at her entrance. She lifts her full, round ass up to meet me, letting out a soft gasp that makes my dick twitch as I slide my fingers into her.

“So fucking beautiful,” Ben mutters, lightly stroking her inner thighs and gliding his hands high enough to graze her wet lips.

I glance at her face where her cheek rests on Baz’s lap. She’s flushed, her lips parted as she emits soft, panting breaths. Baz merely strokes her hair like she’s a child, but she’s been deceptively innocent since the start. We know better now. I’m determined to share this tight sheath with the twins tonight. Maybe they’ll share her with each other too.

I give her a brief reprieve, pulling my slick fingers out of her, only to tease her clit a little more, then glide my fingertips back up, this time pushing three into her wetness. A moment later I add a fourth, enjoying the sounds she makes when I fuck her with them. Her opening stretches to accommodate me, her muscles clenching deliciously. My dick aches to feel that tight grip, which will be even tighter if I’m sharing with Ben or Baz.

“You doing okay, Ellie?” Baz asks in a gentle voice. “Can you take a little more?”

She whimpers and says, “Please give me more. I want it all.”

“Fuck,” Ben mutters.

“Then we’ll give it to you,” I say. “I’m about to fit my whole hand inside you. Promise me you’re still good. I don’t want to hurt you.”

She shakes her head, rocking her hips up against my thrusting fingers. “It doesn’t hurt. I want more.”

Pure desire drives me on, my entire being singularly focused on feeling her come around my fist.

I let my free hand rest on her lower back as I slide my fingers out, stroke her clit for a second, then press my fingers to her entrance once more. I compress my fingertips, adding my thumb in a tight, streamlined configuration, and push into her again. Her opening stretches, her juices lubricating the way in as I gently push deeper.

“Drake,” she whines. “I need to come.”

“Soon, baby. Almost there. You’re going to feel so fucking good with two dicks inside you.”

I press a little farther in and she moans, pushing back, her muscles tightening, then releasing. Her ass lifts when I go even deeper, slowly curling my fingers inside her until I’ve made a proper fist.

“I’m going to fucking come just watching you fist-fuck her,” Ben mutters.

“Play with her clit,” I say. “Let’s put her out of her misery.”

He reaches between her thighs, and she lets out a desperate little wail, lifting onto her knees and reaching for the arm of the sofa. She rocks back and forth, and I push deeper, realizing she’s hungry for it, then begin to slowly thrust. Her breasts swing free beneath her and Baz captures them in his hands, cupping and teasing the tips. Her back is flushed, the black lace of her garters still wrapped around her middle, the straps dangling loose.

“Oh god,” she moans. “I’m going to come. Don’t stop!”

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