Page 94 of Unwrapping Deviance

His hand is pumping harder, faster. I’m watching it in the mirror, rubbing and slapping. Slapping my clit. Pushing me so fucking close.

I reach around and cup his cock.

I’m not thinking. I don’t want to. All I want is that molten flare of desire behind his eyes when I close my fingers into his hard girth and pump my wrist.

“Take him out,” he commands. “Feel how hard you make me.”

I do without turning, without taking my eyes off him. I pop open his pants and drag the stiff material of his jeans open to feel naked skin. No underwear. The thought brings a grin to my face that he meets with a dirty little smirk. It doesn’t last though. The second I reach inside and take all that thick, weighty meat in my palms, his grin is gone.

I can’t see what I’m holding, but my fingertips won’t touch. It takes an impressive amount of time to stroke him from tip to base.

It must have shown on my face, because he tweaks my nipple and murmurs, “That’s all for you, little brat. You’re going to slide this pussy down all of that. You’re going to take me until it hurts, and your legs start shaking and you beg me no more.”

I pump harder, matching him. My free hand slides deeper down the V of his pants to cup his balls and squeeze just hard enough to make him groan.

“I’ll never beg,” I lie.

He grunts what may have been a chuckle. “You also said you’d never let me fuck you.”

Despite the rising roar of my orgasm, I wheeze a chuckle. My head drops back against his shoulder, eyes squeezing shut as heat gathers at my center.

I moan deep. “Don’t stop. Harder. Fuck my pussy harder, Christian.”

A third finger slams up inside me and I shatter seeing stars. My wail echoes off the walls in time with the squishy, spongey plunge of his fingers working my convulsing channel.

He doesn’t pull away until the last shudder has left me, and I’m slumped against his chest. Only when I open my eyes again and meet his does he slip free of my heat only to flick the digits over my sensitive clit.

“I told you Daddy can’t save you from me, little girl,” he purrs with each deliberate stroke.

I lock eyes with him, a grin twisting my lips and I’m momentarily struck by how badly I want this man. It’s with the same brutality and severity as my desire for Daniel. I just fucking want him.

“I don’t need Daddy to save me,” I whisper, rolling my hips into his teasing. “Daddy sent me to beg you to make me cum.”

An eyebrow arches. “Is that so?” He lifts his hand to my shorts and shoves the fabric all the way down to my ankles. “I guess that means I owe your daddy a present.”

“What present?”

His grin only widens as he reaches behind me and extracts his cock from my fingers. I can’t tell what he’s up to, except that he’s stroking his dick. His fingers hook into my panties and the lace is dragged midway down my thighs.

“Open your legs, Mira. You’re going to make your Daddy so fucking happy, baby.”

I don’t understanding how when he jerks back and grabs his cock with one hand and the crotch of my panties with the other. My eyes widen with horror when he smears his cum across the pink fabric in thick, white puddles.

“Your cum is in my panties,” I blurt stupidly.

Christian snorts. “Get used to it. Now, put your clothes on, sweetheart. Let’s go find your daddy and give him his present.”

It’s sticky and wet, and warm clinging to my lips, and I wish I could hate it, but I don’t. It feels dirty and naughty given where we are and what we’d done. Part of me can’t wait to tell Daniel while the other part wonders if this is normal. He’d called it a present, but how is his jizz in my panties a gift to Daniel?

My question is answered sooner than I expect when we leave the bathroom to find Daniel in the dining area, hands tucked loosely in his pocket, staring at the menu. His beautiful eyes drop when we approach and they tangle with mine as he takes me in with a knowing, hungry rake.

“Baby?” he says like he’d asked me an important question and it’s time to answer.

I can only stand here and feel my face growing hotter as Christian’s cum cools against my pussy.

“She has a gift for you, big brother,” Christian shoves me forward like some offered sacrifice. “I’ve had my fun with her.”

The sheer horror of those words, the humiliation, vanishes when Daniel seizes my hand.

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