Page 133 of Unwrapping Deviance

“Hey,”Christian says, voice muffled slightly by the wind rushing through his open window. He rolls it up, but still has to compete with the roar of the engine.“Just driving. Thought I’d see what you guys are up to.”

I meet Daniel’s gaze, and we exchange a grin.

“You tell him,” he says, passing me the phone.

Christian spares me a quick glance.“Hey sweetheart, what you up to?”

Daniel’s finger is at my lips, spreading them to flick the tender muscle in between.

I groan and roll my hips forward into the teasing brushes. “Warming Daddy’s cock.”

Christian’s gaze flicks to the screen.“Yeah? Show me.”

I have to nudge the sheets back, but I angle the phone down between my thighs. Daniel has to flatten his palm against my pelvis while still rubbing my clit.

“Fuck, seeing your pussy stretched like that makes me want to turn around and come home.”

“Just focus on the road,” I say, pulling the camera back up to my face. “You can have my pussy all you want, but you need to come back.”

“Christ, brat, with a promise like that, how can I refuse?”

“You can’t. So, no more calling while driving. I’m hanging up.”

I end the call and slam the phone back into Daniel’s palm only to have it shoved back into mine.

“I need a new screensaver.”

We spend a large chunk of the morning in bed with Daniel’s dick, or tongue, or fingers inside me. Neither of us seem capable of stopping, like our bodies need to make up for lost time.

It’s only when my stomach whines does Daniel drag me out of our warm cocoon and haul me into the bathroom for a shower where he spends several minutes cleaning between my folds with his tongue.

“Christian texted,” he says once we finally climb out. He scoops his phone off the bathroom counter and taps the screen.“Tell my brat I arrived,”Daniel reads out loud.

I hadn’t asked him to keep me informed, but the fact that he thought of doing so fills me with a warm, tingly feeling. I’m grinning even as Daniel swaddles me in a fluffy towel and gently pats me down.

He gives me a sweet smile and kisses my mouth.

My chin.

Throat.

I’m up in his arms, my legs looped around his hips as he marches from the bathroom. Unceremoniously, I’m dropped down on my rumpled bed and the towel is torn away to leave me naked and exposed before the man who flattens his palms into my inner thighs and shoves them open wide.

He looks over me with a satisfied arrogance that makes me laugh.

“What has you so proud of yourself?” I tease.

His grin is both mischievous and superior when he replies, “Because it’s mine. All of it.” His gaze travels up from my open center to pin mine with a heated warning. “Every fucking inch of you belongs to me.”

And Christian,but it doesn’t need to be said.

Instead, I give him a naughty smirk and shrug. “You can’t prove that.”

I am immediately captured and forced over onto my stomach. My ass cheeks reflexively clench with anticipation of pain.

Instead, his thumb dips into my right cheek, drawing a slow circle shape around the visible mark he’d left there the night before. A very clear indication of his ownership.

“Can’t I?” he growls.

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