Chapter 29

It’s amazing what you can find out from people that are trying to save their pathetic lives. Henry Grant told me it was August 4, 1998, when his wife came home with a baby that did not belong to her. He believes she was approximately three months old, ?but of course, they aren’t sure when she was born. It was then that it occurred to me that our girl doesn’t know when her birthday is or what her fucking name is. Natalia is a name Bebe chose because she thought it went with Nicole. And of course twins have to have names that start with the same letter. Benji is working on trying to find families that reported the kidnapping of infants in Orlando, Florida, in August of ninety-eight. If her mother was having a medical emergency when she was taken, it’s possible she’s dead. If her parents reported her as missing, which I’m sure they did, it shouldn’t be difficult for Benji to find them. There’s few people more skilled than he is with locating people.

After they left, I had sent a text to Dante telling him to make sure she gets rest because once I get home she’ll be getting no sleep. I’m sure he fucked her several times after they got home and I’d bet my life that he comforted her with his dick while they were in the shower, so when I make it to the house, I’m taking my turn. I wanted to fuck her after she killed that bitch, but I knew she needed tenderness in that moment. That’s Dante, not me. I’m not capable of being gentle.

After taking a quick shower by myself, yeah, I might be a little irritated by that. I get dressed and head out to my truck. Glancing at the clock on the stereo, I notice it’s one in the morning. Our girl is probably sleeping, which is fine. I have no problem waking her with my tongue. Luckily the traffic is light at this time of night because my cock has been hard the entire drive home. I haven’t been able to think of anything other than our girl writhing beneath me. The way she looks, her scent, her pussy gripping me, it’s all perfection. But the way she sounds when she cries out my name, every fucking time, it’s my undoing. I don’t really understand it because that’s never been what turns me on with a woman.

I pull into the driveway, after turning my truck off, I get out and make my way inside. Throwing my keys on the table near the stairs, I immediately go upstairs to find her, my greatest need.

As I suspected, I find her sleeping with my brother when I walk into the bedroom. I stare at her naked form while I get undressed. She looks stunning with her head on Dante’s chest, her leg draped over his abdomen, her beautiful pussy on display for me. Her dark hair is splayed all over the place, confirming my thoughts that he had his fun with her before she went to sleep. I drape my clothes over the chair before climbing on the bed and moving her to her back. After parting her legs, I lower my head and take her clit between my lips and suck. Even though she’s asleep, she reacts immediately, moaning and thrusting her hips, pushing her pussy further into my face. My eyes take in her gorgeous body as my gaze creeps up to her hard little nipples, and then her face. Her eyes stay shut but her lips are slightly parted as she moans my name like she knows it’s me even in her sleep. I suck harder, and her beautiful eyes pop open on a gasp, “Drake,” she says as she grabs a hold of my hair. My brother watches her face as she moans for me.

“Did Dante make you sore tonight, baby?” I ask as I crawl up her body.

“A little, but please, I need you.”

I chuckle as I drag my cock through her folds. “Such a greedy little pussy. This is why you’re perfect for us, Pretty Girl. I’m not sure one man would be enough to satisfy you.”

Leaning down, I drag my tongue over her nipple slowly, causing her to whine. She likes it best when I flick at her nipples quickly; she hates the slow the torture.

“Drake,” she groans and I respond by biting her nipple hard, making her yelp.

“Who’s in charge of this beautiful body, Natalia?”

“You,” she pants like the needy little thing she is.

Holding myself up with a hand on either side of her on the mattress, I say, “Good girl.”

I sit back on my knees, and push her thighs back and slide into her with a groan, “Fuck. I love this perfect body.”

She arches an unapproving eyebrow, “I’m one hundred eighty pounds. My body is not perfect. It’s fat.”

For a moment, I stop moving and glare at her. That pissed me off. I don’t like anyone talking about her like that, not even herself.

“I don’t give a fuck what the scale says, Pretty Girl. To us, you are complete perfection. Talk like that again and you will be punished. You don’t have a single curve out of place. Nothing is too much or too little. You’re exactly right.”

I don’t take my eyes from hers as I address my brother. “Dante, I think our beautiful girl needs a reminder of what it’s like to be worshiped by two men.”

Natalia

Dante kneelsbeside me and kisses me while his brother fucks me. His tongue swirls around mine, almost in a pornographic way. It’s slow, sensual and nearly causes me to lose my mind. Drake digs his fingers into my thighs as he pounds into me. Dante grabs my bouncing breasts with a growl and squeezes my nipples. Dante’s tongue travels down my neck, straight to my breasts, licking my nipples like he does my clit with fast, firm strokes. I dig my fingers into his hair while I run my fingers down Drake”s chest with my free hand. It all becomes so much sensation with Drake”s dick inside me and Dante’s mouth practically eating me alive. The pleasure is too intense.

“Come for us, Pretty Girl.”

I shake my head. “I can’t. No. I can’t.”

He chuckles, “You can. And you will. Let go.”

Drake reaches between my legs and pinches my clit hard, causing me to first scream and then explode with an orgasm that causes me to yell even louder.

Dante grabs my face, “So fucking beautiful, baby. My brother is right. You’re perfect. For us.”

The emotion in my chest almost becomes too much as Drake finishes inside me before collapsing beside me. I had never even fantasized about being with two men. It wasn’t something that held any interest for me. But these two men, two totally different sides of the same coin, do things to me I never want to end. Good things always have to end though, right? Every story must have an ending. The only question is whether this one will have a tragic one that will leave me in complete destruction.