Page 82 of The Devil's Daughter

I raise my ass in the air, and Drake slides almost all the way out of me. Ben’s bare foot appears flat on the table beside Drake’s hip, and the next thing I feel is the thicker pressure of a second cockhead nudging at my opening.

If I could spread myself any wider, I would, but Ben seems to have it covered. He hooks two fingers into my opening, stretching me even more. The sensation is a little uncomfortable until he pushes inside, and then it’s nothing but delicious, stretching fullness.

“Good girl,” Drake purrs into my ear. “Now hold on tight.”

I bury my face against his neck, only too happy to surrender to the two of them. I don’t know where Baz is, but I hope he’s watching. I hope he’ll get to experience this too.

For the next few minutes, I am nothing but their vessel. Every single sensation is concentrated between my thighs, the fullness of their cocks the entirety of my universe. Ben grabs my hips and squeezes, grunting as he grinds his pelvis against my ass in time with Drake’s thrusts from beneath.

I want to come again so badly. Being fucked by Drake’s fist was just as maddeningly perfect, but I didn’t lose it until Ben started playing with my clit. Now I’m hanging at the very edge the second they start to move in tandem, and I stay there, suspended in the web of pleasure they’ve wrapped me in, but unable to climax.

“Not gonna last,” Ben says, moving faster. “Fuck, Ellie, you are so goddamn sexy. So perfect.”

A thrill zings through me at his words. Drake speeds up to match Ben’s pace, and Ben leans over my back, grabs hold of one breast, and tweaks my nipple hard.

“Feels so fucking good,” Drake rumbles into my ear.

“You like my cock stroking against yours?” Ben asks. “Because I fucking love it. It’s even better inside her. She’s so wet. I can’t hold back… Oh, fuck!”

He releases my breast and grips my shoulders, rearing back again as he rams deep enough to bruise my insides. Drake thrusts in once more and shudders, and I feeltwococks erupting inside me with pulsing beats.

They both go still while their cocks spill into me, and then Ben eases back, slipping out with a shuddering exhale. Before he can catch his breath, Baz moves in.

“Shove over,hermano. Her ass is mine now.”

A shiver of anticipation rushes through me, because I’m positive he means that literally. I’m not sure I’m ready, but if I can take two cocks in my pussy, my ass should be able to handle one.

Drake has slipped out of me, but continues to hold me. He strokes my head and cups my face, lifting me up enough to look into my eyes. “You good? Are you ready for him to fuck your ass?”

My head is hazy with the need for release again, and I nod. The plug feels so good, but I’m desperate to feel more friction than it’s offering just resting inside me.

But Baz doesn’t immediately go for my ass. Instead he swipes fingers through my pussy, uttering a soft curse at the lake of fluid dripping from me. Then he aligns his cock with my entrance and pushes in.

He fucks with slow, deliberate strokes, and while he does, he grabs the base of the plug and begins fucking my ass with it. I’m about to resort to begging when he removes the plug entirely, squirting cold, slick lube around and into my rear opening. Then he slides his fingers in where the plug was, awarding me a fresh set of sensations and more of the friction I crave.

“You feel ready. Are you ready, Ellie?”

“Yes. Please just fuck my ass already!”

“All right, I’m getting to it, Little Miss Demanding.”

He slides his cock out of my pussy, and in one smooth thrust, he presses his tip to my ass and pushes in.

I whimper at the unexpected stretch and clutch harder at Drake’s shoulders. He rubs my back and presses his mouth to my ear. “You’ve got this, sweetheart. It’ll feel so good when he’s in you, trust me.”

It already feels good, despite the resistance, and for the first time ever, I think I might actually come without any contact with my clit.

“Ho-lyfuck,” Baz says when he bottoms out inside me, then begins rocking his hips. I am in complete agreement, but have no words. When he settles on a rhythm, I want more.

I push up, bracing myself on Drake’s shoulders. He takes my hands and threads his fingers through mine, lifting them to give me more leverage to push against. The movement forces me to rise, the angle altering the sensation of Baz’s cock in my ass to something even more mind-blowing, but it also allows me to more easily bounce back against him. The added benefit is that Drake now has access to my breasts, and he takes advantage of it, capturing one nipple and sucking, followed by the other.

I throw my head back and moan, eagerly taking Ben’s mouth when he bends over me for a kiss. I release one of Drake’s hands to grab onto the back of Ben’s neck. He holds my head against one palm, looking into my eyes while his brother rams into my ass over and over.

“You were always the perfect woman for us, Ellie,” Ben says. “This is just proof.”

Then he slides one hand down my belly and pushes several fingers into my aching pussy. My vision goes hazy when he finds my G-spot, fucking in and out with his palm rubbing my clit and his fingers hooked just so.

“Let go,” Ben says into my ear. “We’ll catch you.”

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