Page 178 of Unwrapping Deviance

My eyebrow jerks up. “Don’t think anyone’s ever been grateful for that.”

Her nose crinkles. “Daniel is gentle. He wants to give me the world on a silver platter. He handles me so carefully like he’s afraid I’ll break. You...” she smooths her hand over my hair, eyes never wavering off mine while I eat her. “You don’t let me get away with my crap. You piss me off and still make me laugh. I feel so protected and whole.”

Gingerly, I ease a finger into her opening. I watch as her lashes flutter and her back curve. Her knees bow and bend, spreading wide around my shoulders.

“There!” she huffs, hips arching and rolling. “Don’t stop. I’m close!”

I spread her on two fingers and listen to her keen of pleasure. Her desperate pleas. She tightens around my hand with her rolling release.

“Daddy!” she whimpers.

I hadn’t heard Daniel walk into the room until she’s reaching for him and he’s bending at the waist to take her nipple between his lips.

Mira cums with a perfect moan of ecstasy that fills my mouth with her delicious release.

She’s barely come down when she’s telling me to get up. I’m directed across the bed with my knees over the edge. Mira straddles my hips backwards. She takes my cock deep into her warm channel while tearing open Daniel’s jeans.

“Fuck my mouth, Daddy,” she tells him, fishing his dick free.

Over her head, Daniel meets my gaze. The question is clear. The same concerns I had when she’d asked me to touch her.

I give my head a nod and take Mira’s hips between my hands.

But it’s not enough for him.

“You don’t need to do this, baby,” he says against her mouth.

“I want you,” she tells him with zero hesitation. “I want my boys. I want to forget everything, except how good I feel when my daddy touches me.”

A muscle tightens in his jaw and still he resists. “Promise Daddy you’re okay, Mira,”

Her answer is the slow roll and rise of her pussy up and over my dick. It’s the matching fist she runs down his as she locks eyes with him.

“I will be once you let me be your little doll, Daniel.”

That seems to be all the assurance my brother needs when fisting her damp locks in his hand and dragging her face up for a feather light kiss.

“When you have my cock out, you will call me Daddy and nothing else, understand?” Mira starts to nod, but he pulls away from her. Dislodging his dick from her hands. “Not your mouth.”

She seems to have forgotten the cut there, but even mentioned, she reaches for him.

“It’s—”

Daniel captures her chin, lightly, but firmly. “I said no, Mira. Now, lean back so Daddy can watch your pussy get fucked.”

Eager, Mira does as she’s told. She bends her body back into mine and widens her knees.

Such a good fucking girl,I think, pushing up to a sitting position to take her weight.

With her knees bent under her, I have access to everything while she takes me to the hilt.

“So wet,” I groan into her ear, my fingers drifting to her slippery clit. “Always such a whore for your uncle and daddy’s cock, aren’t you?”

Mira groans and tightens almost painfully. Her little body shudders. It only gets harder when I tease her button, flick it in time to her greedy thrusts.

I palm her tit with my free hand and squeeze the nipples.

My brat sobs a filthy, “Fuck! Yes, don’t stop.”

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