Page 95 of Unwrapping Deviance

Without a word, he drags me out of the restaurant like a disobedient child. I’m thinking he wants privacy to yell at me, to tell me how disgusted and appalled he is. That wasn’t at all what he asked me to do.

At the truck, he wrenches open the back door and shoves me inside. I’m barely in when he follows.

When his hands close around my throat and drags me forward, I think he’s about to strangle me, but it’s his mouth on mine that confuses me for a split second. He tears into me with the vicious hunger of a monster starving for meat. His hands are ripping at my clothes, baring my flesh. I’m pulled across the bench in nothing, but my panties with the wide, dark stain he’s staring at like it’s actually Christmas.

“Daniel...” I begin.

“Tell me what you let him do to you,” he snarls, breathing harder than I am and I can barely catch my breath.

My stomach is a whirlpool of desire and confusion as I study the raw, primal hunger on his face. “He ... I ... he fingered me.”

He’s not listening. My legs are twisted up against my chest with my pussy on full display.

“Did he fuck you?” Daniel pants, pressing two fingers into the moisture and rubbing. Rubbing his brother’s cum into my pussy and I moan. My hips arcs off the cool leather. “Did he pump my baby full of cum?”

“He came in my panties. He said it was a present. That you’d be happy.” I watch him poke the center of the fabric, pushing it inside my channel. Pushing his brother’s seed inside my body. “Are you happy ... Daddy?”

His feral stare snaps to my face. I’m almost scared of the roiling bloodlust in his eyes. Almost think I went too far. Christian and I joke about it, but I have never called Daniel Daddy to his face.

My answer is the vicious twist of his fist in my panties and the violent snap of fabric. The burning sting left on my marked skin tears a cry from me that he silences with the harsh shove of my soaked under garments into my mouth, crotch first. Christian’s semen and my arousal coat my tongue and fill my senses, distracting me from the cock Daniel pulls free of his jeans. I have a full second to suck in a breath when he’s slammed inside me to the hilt.

My scream echoes in a muffled wail through the cabin. The burst of pain rakes across my very soul as my back heaves and he grabs my throat, holding me down as he takes me. Takes me with a vicious and murderous rage that I’ve never experienced. He takes me like I mean nothing, like I’m a toy there for his pleasure. My knees are caught over his elbows and I’m pinned under him as he stretches muscles that haven’t seen more than a few fingers in years.

And I fucking love it.

I love making him this unhinged, this ... wild. I love the look of unadulterated and unhampered desire in his eyes as he drives himself inside me.

I bite down on my gag and reach over my head for the door slamming into my head. I try to brace, but he’s going so fast, so hard. I can’t find leverage, and I’m cumming.

It’s unexpected and blinding as it rushes over me, taking me under with such force the whole world fades to a hollow echo. Everything, except Daniel growling that I’m his perfect, little doll. Right before he drowns me in ropes of cum. Floods my channel over and over until I swear I can feel the weight of it in my belly. So much it comes out of me and still he’s pumping harder.

Our eyes meet.

His still holds the animal, the hunger as he pulls the gag from between my teeth. His cock hasn’t gone down, and I think we’re going to go again when he starts pulling back.

“No! Wait,” I plead.

His nostrils flare. “We’re going home, little doll, where you’re going to tell me exactly what you let my brother do to you.”

I shiver and clench around his cock. Daniel glances down to where he’s still a thick spear stretching my abused opening, drenched in white smears of both our releases.

He pushes in, returning himself in the place he belongs, and I groan with bliss. My knees part wide and I arch my hips.

“God, Daniel!” My wail seems to please him as he groans and does it harder. “Don’t stop. It feels so good.”

“Greedy toy,” he hisses, fisting my hips and pulling me the rest of the way down on him. “Look at you stretched and leaking.”

For a second, he seems to forget we’re supposed to be heading out. He’s fucking me with slow, even thrusts and I’m basking in the delicious feel of him against my tender walls, but it only lasts a minute before he frees himself and a whole stream of jizz.

He watches it pour out of me and puddle across the seat.

“We have to find a way to keep this in you,” he muses, using two fingers to poke his cum back inside. “You’re not allowed to waste our cum, Mira.”

He’s fucking me with his fingers and I’m silent, worried he’ll stop, but ultimately, I can’t hold back my chuckle.

“We might have to stop at the pharmacy on our way home in that case.”

Daniel raises his head, eyebrow arched. “Why?”

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