CHAPTER NINETEEN

MIRA

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My ass is asleep by the time we finally hit a fast-food joint just off the highway. My legs are throbbing and my back aches, and I have to pee like it’s nobody’s business. I’ve never been so happy as I am when we pull into a parking space.

Christian rolls out of the car the second Daniel kills the engine. He mutters something about needing the hole before shutting the door and hurrying inside.

Daniel faces me, soft, golden eyes searching. “You okay, baby?”

Without a word, I unhook my belt and crawl over the console into his lap. He has to adjust his seat back and recline slightly, but I hug his sides with my knees and wrap him in my arms.

“I love you, Daniel,” I murmur into the side of his warm neck. “Nothing will ever change that.”

It’s impossible to miss his deep exhalation, or the way his arms tighten across my back. His fingers glide down my hair once before tugging on the strands, pulling until my face is lifted to his.

“Say it again.”

I don’t falter. Don’t hesitate. I cup his smooth, warm cheeks, brush my thumbs into the hollows the way he does for me and watch something sharpen in his eyes. It focuses his scrutiny. His chest expands as if I’ve hit him in the sternum.

But I lean in and skim his lips with mine once. “I love you,” I tell him again.

Daniel groans softly. His fingers slide beneath the weight of my hair to cup the back of my neck. My face is jerked closer. My lips are captured.

He kisses me with the weight of a man barely hanging on. A man on the cusp of losing his grip on reality and I’m the only anchor to his sanity. He consumes me with a primal and ravenous need that makes me too aware of the fact that his cock is right beneath my core.

Suddenly the need to pee is a temporarily distant memory as I let the man of my dreams suck my bottom lip and palm my ass. My pussy pangs viciously with the memory of that mouth licking and sucking a different set of lips. He’d been so thorough and consistent. His quick, steady flicks had been so deliberate. So perfect.

“Wait,” I pant, fighting my own idiot demons. “I ... I have to pee.”

Daniel’s heavily lashed lids lift, and his golden gaze meet mine with amusement. His hands push me back against the wheel to tug my top down over my breasts, baring my hard nipples to his skimming fingers.

He squeezes the mounds and rolls the peaks under his palms. His hungry gaze never leaves my face, never misses a flicker of anguish he invokes. He seems to enjoy seeing me in pain and I love the way it makes him hard.

“Daniel,” I plead, back arching. Stomach panging with the need for relief. “I’ve been holding it for hours. If you make me cum...”

He rolls my sensitive tips under the pad of his thumbs, sending rivers of fire down to my belly. My core. Flooding me with heat I’m grinding into that beautiful cock.

“What’ll happen if I make you cum?” he taunts, squeezing each nipple between his thumb and pointer and tugging while twisting and I release a guttural groan of pain.

“I’ll pee myself,” I whimper, begging him to stop and praying he doesn’t.

I definitely do not have a golden shower fetish, but I do have a Daniel fetish which includes submitting to every single one of his touches.

“I’ll stop and let you run inside, but you will owe me.”

I’m practically bouncing on him, torn between the need to release and holding it all in.

“Anything. Please...”

My tormenter grins the devil’s smirk. “Still have no idea how dangerous that word is for a pretty little doll.”

“Daniel!” I sob.

He chuckles, hands still at my heavy tits, palming and squeezing, teasing the nipples until I’m aching. “Go pee. Then find my brother and beg him to let you cum.”

I know I should be startled by the command. I should have questions. I’m still trying to process, but God, I need to go.

“Okay.”

He squeezes my breasts one last time before adjusting my top and shoving his door open for me to climb down.

The restaurant is fairly busy. The majority of the customers seem to be long haul truckers catching a quick lunch. There are a few families crammed into booths. I don’t see Christian, but I’m not looking very hard when I beeline for the bathrooms.

They’re single person rooms. There are only two. I dive into the one with the door open and shut and lock it quickly behind me.

The relief has me practically weeping.

I clean up and wash my hands. My mind is on finding Christian and ... did he say beg him to let me cum?

I freeze twisting my damp fingers in a wad of paper towels. My gaze locks with those of my reflection in the mirror, both of us horrified.

Beg him?

How am I supposed to beg him?

In a full restaurant?

My reflection looks as flushed and mortified as I feel, but she also looks severely aroused by the idea.

“We can do this,” I tell her.

She seems as sure as I feel, which is not at all, but I pitch the napkin into the overflowing trash bin and head for the door.

The noise on the other side is still riotous. A child is screaming to high heavens. A group of women are cackling hysterically. And some man is pacing the front foyer, talking loudly on his phone.

Still, no Christian.

Has he returned to the truck? Did I miss my chance?

Nibbling on my bottom lip, I hazard a slow survey of the chaotic dining area, hoping he’s just in line waiting for food.

A hand closes over my mouth, stifling my cry of surprise as I’m tugged backwards down the short hall. My middle is captured by a heavily tatted arm, and I’m half lifted, half dragged back into the bathroom.

I’m sealed inside with my captor who wastes literally no time shoving me towards the sink.

“Christian.”

He gives me a dark grin in the mirror as he slinks up behind me. “Hello sweetheart.”

My heart is a rampant train cracking down the line, terrified of opening my mouth and saying the thing burning the tip of my tongue. I know he will. I know the second I get my nerves out of the way, he’ll shove those beautiful hands down my shorts, and he’ll make me cum, but I can’t.

I can’t say the words.

Christian seems to be in no hurry to do anything when the warmth of his lips barely grazes my naked shoulder.

“What are you thinking about, little girl?” he teases, nibbling his way along the curve towards my neck.

My reflection’s cheeks darken and her tits heave with her rapid breaths. She swallows audibly, looking guilty as hell as she tries to avoid his eyes.

Five long fingers trace across my side to stop at the buttons on my shorts. My lungs hitch.

“Do you want to know what I was thinking?” I can’t answer. He doesn’t wait for me to when flipping the button through the hole. “I was thinking about this morning when your daddy had you open across your bed, tight cunt stretched around his fingers while you watched me stroke my cock. Did you like seeing how hard you made me?”

“Yes,” the word is a choked whimper as he drags the zipper down on my pants.

“I barely made it to the bathroom, Mira. Fucking seeing you like that, begging your daddy to lick your sweet little hole...” his growl, harsh and jagged scrapes the side of my neck. “I came so fucking hard, Mira. If I’d been inside you, I’d have filled your pussy.”

“Christian...” my throat is dry, my head foggy. I can’t think beyond the agony of my body needing him. “Make me cum. Please?”

He bites his lip even while his finger on his free hand ghosts over mine. They prod against my parted mouth the same moment as his other hand dives down the front of my pants, past the elastic of my panties. In unison, he invades my body simultaneously. He plunges two fingers in my vagina and two across my tongue.

I groan and bow against him. The world shudders as I’m torn between grinding into his thrusts and sucking. All the while, his haunting eyes never leave my face, never release me. He makes me watch him as he fills me.

Against my ass, he bucks his hips, thrusting his cock up the crack. It’s all like some well-practiced dance I could never master. He never misses a beat, never falters. Not even when he drags the fingers from my mouth down the front of my top to stroke my nipple, wetting it with my own saliva. The slippery moisture combined with their already sensitive state has my senses reeling and my body jerking harder against his touch.

Somewhere at the back of my mind, I am fully aware that he’s barely doing anything. I’m fucking his hand like it’s the only thing keeping me alive. I’m impaling myself on his fingers while rubbing my ass against his dick and he’s just letting me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he drawls into my ear. “I want to watch you cum for me, Mira. I want to feel how good you’re going to fit around my cock.”

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.

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?”

My cheeks warm. “I’m ... I’m not on anything. It’s been almost two years since Kalen, and I haven’t been with anyone ... I kind of haven’t renewed my birth control pills.”

Realization has his gaze dropping back to my opening. His features harden, matching the deeper thrusts of his fingers. “Fuck, did I just breed my baby’s little hole?”

He expels his fingers coated in cum and nudges them straight into my mouth.

I suck them obediently, painfully aware of the fact that it’s a mixed smear of me, Daniel and Christian. I’m also conscious of the fact that he fucked his brother’s cum into my body. I know enough biology to know Christian’s swimmers could still have gone up when he pulled my underwear in place, but they definitely had plenty of help from Daniel rubbing the liquid against me, nudging it inside.

A sweet shiver rolls through me, making my pussy clench and expel the cum from inside me.

Daniel’s cum.

A giddy, euphoric prickle of excitement pools in my belly. Tugs on the corners of my mouth, drawing them into a happy little grin. My gaze drops to the thick, veiny spear protruding from the center of his chiseled body. A weighty piece of delicious man-meat still rigid and ready for another round.

Now that I think about it, had it even gone down this morning after dick fucking my throat? Did it ever go down? He just emptied a gallon of semen inside me and still stood fully erect.

My curiosity wins. I reach between my sprawled thighs and close my fingers around him.