Page 151 of Unwrapping Deviance

My baby blinks her pretty eyes but shifts to swing one leg over my hips. Her small hands settle flat on my chest for leverage as she wiggles her hips back and over.

I slide into her warm, velvet heat in a single, downward pump of her thighs. I watch her take me down to the hilt and whimper at the feeling of being filled. Her head falls back with the arching of her spine, and she groans deliciously.

“You feel so good, Daddy,” she pants, rocking with shallow thrusts that grind her plump clit into my pelvis.

But all I feel is the greedy way her walls are pulsing around me. The way I’m being sucked deeper into the cavern of her body.

“Come here, baby,” I murmur when I catch sight of Christian moving up behind her with a bottle of lube in hand. “Kiss me.”

Mira doesn’t hesitate. Her arms slide around my neck, body draped across my chest. She captures my mouth without ever slowing her movements.

But I feel the moment the cold liquid hits her ass and my baby twitches with surprise. Her face comes up and our eyes lock and I wish I could wrap her in my arms.

“We can stop,” I murmur to her.

I can feel the harsh thunder of her heart between us, but Mira doesn’t bat an eye when she shakes her head.

“I want you both inside me.”

That’s enough for Christian as he takes his place. Mira slows her thrusts and waits like such a good girl and I’m so fucking proud of her.

The stretch and pull of Christian’s cock pushing into place alongside mine, separated only by a thin tissue is brutal. Mira is already tight as hell. The two of us in her are fighting for space and Mira is shivering and clammy and cutting strips down my chest with her nails as she bursts into tears.

“Okay, baby, okay,” Christian pants into her heaving shoulder blade. “Deep breath. I’m in. The hard part is over.”

Mira sobs, her tears droplets of fire hitting my skin.

“Untie me, damn it!” I snap at my brother.

Unlike checking on Mira, he hadn’t bothered checking on me and my fingers are purple and definitely numb, but I don’t give a shit about that. I need to hold her. I need to touch her.

Christian makes no protest when reaching over our heads and yanking on the release. The snare unravels and my hands are free to circle Mira. I drag her tiny frame against my chest.

“You did so good,” I whisper into her ear, my fingers stroking the damp strands of hair.

Mira sniffles against the side of my neck. “Why are you both so damn big?”

Christian hides his grin in her shoulder. I press mine into her temple.

“I’m sorry, baby,” is the best I can offer.

Gasping for breath, my baby lifts her head and meets my gaze. “I ... I think I’m okay. Slowly.”

It takes some time to find our rhythm. It takes several tries and a healthy helping of more lube. Gradually, we find one that Mira doesn’t grimace with or tighten around. She resists initially but starts meeting our thrusts when Christian finds her clit and I take possession of her breasts. Together, we work her body, teasing her the way she likes. Christian murmurs quietly into her ear, some dirty fantasy that has Mira groaning and tightening around us both. I don’t hear it, but I make a mental note to ask later.

“No,” Mira cries when Christian flicks her clit faster. “No, don’t make me cum!”

“Oh, you’re cumming, brat,” Christian growls into her jawline. “You’re going to squeeze our dicks until we fill you.”

Mira’s sharp hiss is followed by the wild rocking of her head in protest. “Please, I can’t. I’ll die. It’s too much.”

“Don’t you want to cum for Daddy?” I coax, rolling her nipples under my thumbs.

“There’s no room for me to cum!” she snaps. “I’ll explode.”

Christian’s free hand clamps across the smooth column of her throat and squeezes while he rubs her pussy. “Too fucking bad. You have been such a rabid brat demanding I let you cum. You’re going to cum, Mira.”

He quickens his pace to match his strumming fingers. I take her breast into my mouth and suck while matching my brother’s hand on her mound with the other nipple.

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