Page 39 of Harpy

I glared up and said, “Water good.”

“Harpy bad.” He glared right back at me. “You know, I bet it will sting a lot worse if your ass is wet.”

I went wide-eyed again. Mouth opened to say something, he put his two fingers in it. Just past my teeth and clasped my chin with his thumb. “Shower first. You talk all you want with my dick in your mouth.”

Tituss was not in this bathroom with us. Dane left the bathroom after letting me go. I looked at myself in the mirror and wanted to throw a tantrum. How had they not told me I looked like a straight-up crazy, homeless person all fucking day since getting back here? My hair was everywhere, and the attempts I thought I made at straightening it made it stick out in other crazy places. The shirt was on backward and inside out.

I fucking hated them. Honestly, at times like this, I realized I was not someone they were attracted to for real. I was simply theirs to fuck like one of those life-size dolls. When they wanted to, which was not really enough for my personal sex drive.

I showered and walked into a dimly lit room with some LED candles of varying styles. I was a bit skeptical of this as they stood there, fully clothed, and Tituss asked, “Nice, right?”

Dane smiled. Then he snorted a laugh. “I told you it was a waste of effort.”

Tituss rolled his eyes a bit and reached out a hand. I had a towel around my hair and another around my body. I went easily to him, and as he tugged me in closer, he dropped something I realized was a remote onto the desk. I listened as the sounds of our song filled the room. I really did hate him right now. Dane was in here, watching this, but this was not for someone else to see. It was ours, and he was ruining that for me. He whispered, “He’s taking a shower.”

I looked up and then back. I clenched my teeth in an attempt to stuff down the other surge of emotions bubbling up to my eyes, wanting to escape as tears. He hugged me closer, tighter, put his face against the towel turban, and said, “Huh. I wonder if this is kind of what it feels like for you.”

“What?” I asked and looked up as he shifted his head and smiled down at me.

“The towel. I was getting all comfy resting my head there.” He winked, and I laughed. He went serious and said, “Some things…have changed. Some things…never will.”

The tear did escape then, and he pulled me closer, leaned down, kissed me. The desperation of that kiss started on my side. It grew as the intensity of the kiss deepened. The towel was pulled away from my head, then my body. I tugged at his t-shirt as he pushed out of his shorts and underwear.

I was about to climb him when his grip loosened, and my hand was pulled, tugged until I turned to find my Daddy leaning in to get his turn at my mouth. He walked us backward and then turned and pushed me down to sit on the bed. They lined up hip to hip, one of their knees touching the inside of mine as my legs dangled off the bed between theirs.

I looked up at them. Different, the same. One looked at me like he loved me. The other like he hated me. Both like they wanted me, and I wanted them. I reached my hands forward, grabbed their cocks, and tugged.

In a surprise turn of events, Tituss was the one who grabbed my hair and tugged me toward his cock first. I leaned over. This angle was a bit awkward with the position due to their height and the bed. I went for a four-count, then pulled back and switched over to Daddy. I hated that when it came to this, I had started to think of all sorts of crazy, inappropriate things to say to him and use that word.

When I went to change positions again, Tituss pulled, guiding me by that hair as he climbed up and onto the bed. I went back, and he moved over me. His cock shifted between my breasts as his fingers untangled from my hair and then pushed those together around it.

My ankles were being pulled in opposite directions as my legs spread wide, then my knees bent to put my feet on two shoulders. My pussy clenched at the thought of what he was about to do. Tituss, sliding his cock easy, as he toyed with my nipples, got to see every fucking face I made as Daddy tongued me to within a thread of my orgasm and stopped.

Tituss cracked up and said, “Oooh. You should see that face, man. Damn.”

He adjusted, moving off of me as I did show that dickhead at the foot of the bed my angry face. “What the—”

Fingers in my mouth again and clamped, he said, “That’s not around my cock, or his for that matter.”

He began climbing, pushing me back, but stroking my tongue with those fingers as he said, “You’re about to get a chance to speak all you want.”

He did not settle between my breasts. He let go of my mouth and moved to pin my arms down on either side of me, one under a shin, until he got his cock situated at my lips. I understood a little too late what was about to happen. I opened to say something, but he took that as admission, and in it went as he moved over me, above me, and as Tituss pushed into my pussy, worked a thumb over my clit, Daddy fucked my face like he was also in my pussy. I choked several times, gagged, jerked. I even started to bite down some, but he made a lusty fucking groan when I did and that combined with the system Tituss knew would get me there, I finally came in a hard shudder of spasms that both felt amazing and hurt like hell because my body couldn’t tense up the way it would.

The bastard pulled out of my mouth and then climbed forward over me and turned to face me. He pulled my hands up, and then I realized why he lifted and then seated again. My hands were over my head now, trapped at his knees. Tituss went to my pussy, licking, slowly caressing, his fingers teasing, torturing really as the beast at my head used something to wipe the snot and tears off my face. He smiled down at me and winked. Fucker. He mouthed at me the words you like it.

“Yeah, she does.” Tituss had stopped licking and was just fingering, toying with me now. “Say it.”

I shook my head. Why did I have to say it?

“Just admit it. You liked it. You want it like that. Out of control, rough, and you want it like this.” He slid his cock along my folds then pushed into me slow and easy, pulling out just as languid. My legs twitched. My hips lifted, trying to set a pace of their own. He shifted my legs wider, put a stop to that.

The monster above me said, “Tell Daddy what you want.”

To bite his dick off and spit it out at him. To swallow it down my throat again. I was sure both emotions were easily read as he said, “I bite back, you know.”

Tituss made a humming sound and said, “Fucking bite her.”

“What?” I practically shouted.

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