Page 80 of The Devil's Daughter

As if I could. I’m buried to the wrist in her tight pussy, dick throbbing in anticipation of what will come.

Ben rubs her clit with fast strokes, his gaze fixated on my wrist where her pussy is wrapped around it. I slide my other hand down and press my thumb to her tight asshole, pushing it past the opening just the tiniest fraction. That’s when she reaches her breaking point.

She lets out a beautiful moan, the fingers of one hand digging into the leather sofa arm, the other clutching at Baz’s neck. Her torso is twisted toward him, and he has one breast cupped, mouth to her nipple. She writhes and pushes back against me, hair swinging when she throws her head back with another cry. The dark strands cascade down her back when her body tightens, overcome by the tremors of her orgasm.

I’m thrust back to Monday and the moment I was captivated by the sight of her dancing for the camera in her room, sliding her shirt off her shoulders and letting her hair swing against the bare expanse of her back. She accused us of being breast men before, but I’m pretty sure this is my favorite angle of her body.

Her muscles clamp down around my hand so tightly my knuckles ache, but then she relaxes, her grip on the sofa easing and her body beginning to sag. I carefully extract my hand from inside her, my entire body one giant, pulsing ache. I need release so badly my teeth hurt.

Ben withdraws his hand from between her legs and lets out a desperate groan, bending down and sinking his teeth into the flesh of her left ass cheek.

Elle lets out a noise that’s half moan, half sigh, and collapses onto our laps. I wipe my hand on the tail of my shirt and reach over her to pick up my drink from the coffee table. I need to fortify myself if I’m going to last long enough to enjoy this.

“Refill?” Ben asks when I empty my glass. I nod, and he collects all four of our glasses.

“I’m drunk on you guys,” Elle mumbles against Baz’s thigh. She indeed sounds intoxicated now, and looks far too comfortable for her own good.

“We aren’t finished with you yet,” I warn.

“You better not be, after making all those promises.” She twists around to give me a coy look, then leans up on one hand and nips at Baz’s throat, biting her way up to his mouth. He groans against her kiss, one hand exploring up and down her side, clearly as unable to stop touching her as I am.

Ben returns a moment later with our refills carefully held in both hands and distributes them. Elle sits up, scooting her butt back onto Baz’s lap and grabbing the glass Ben offers his brother, taking a sip before Baz can claim it.

She wrinkles her nose and hands the glass to Baz. “I’m not sure what you guys like about this stuff. It tastes like old boots.”

“It tastes expensive,” Ben says. “That’s why it’s good.”

I chuckle. “Someday I’ll teach you three the finer points of what makes a good Scotch.”

“Ooh! Can we take theBrizoto Scotland?” she asks.

I give her thigh a pat. “Maybe someday. I can’t imagine they’d find us there, at least.”

I can easily picture her at the bow of theBrizo, hair blowing in a brisk breeze with the cliffs of the Scottish coast as a backdrop. I want to give her everything she dreams of, but I hope it doesn’t involve running away for the rest of our lives.

For the moment, I just bask in the strange new feeling of contentment that’s taken over. Her craving for adventure is completely in sync with my own. I could easily run my business from my office on this boat for extended periods, if not full-time. Reality doesn’t need to interfere with us here for a while yet, so there’s no sense not enjoying it.

She slides off Baz’s lap and rises, stretching like a cat while the three of us greedily look on. Then she pads to the wet bar and mixes herself something fizzy with a cherry floating in it. When she saunters back, our heads turn like they’re on swivels. And how could they not? She’s naked except for the single, tantalizing band of black lace still strapped around her waist, garter straps dangling, their little black bows brushing her thighs. Her faint tan lines accent both the bare cleft between her legs and the fullness of her gorgeous breasts.

Pausing on the other side of the coffee table, she cocks her hip and looks at each of us, sipping her drink.

“I want all of you naked,” she says.

Our response is almost Pavlovian in the way we move as a unit, standing to undress. Within seconds, we’re all down to bare skin, with the exception of the bandage wrapped around Ben’s upper arm. Her smirk when she takes us in should probably worry me.

“Whatever you’re scheming, don’t make us wait too long,” I say, glancing down at my steel-hard cock.

“Don’t worry, I won’t. I just want to have a little fun first.”

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Elle

The feelingof power is intoxicating when I walk to where I left my small purse on a nearby table. I retrieve the object inside, along with one other item, then return to the boys. I find my stilettos where Ben left them and step in, then up onto the coffee table to look down at them. The table is more of an oversized hassock with a hard, polished surface and soft sides, perfect for a dance platform.

Glancing at Baz, I say. “Put on some music for me.”

He grins and rises. “You got it.”

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