“But not until she asks,” I heard Alex say. There was no feeling, no inflection in it—it was just a fact.
I surprised myself by breaking in an instant. “Please,” I heard my voice say. Alex wasn’t restricting my air at all, just holding me in his thrall. Devin laughed.
“Hm,” Jonathan’s dark-chocolate voice said. He slid his erection up, coating himself in the slickness of my body, then back down. It felt indulgent. It wasn’t enough. “You’ll have to do more than that, angel.”
As if to torment more words out of me, Devin’s big hand came down to grip my thigh from below.
He jerked my leg up so that the top of it met my stomach, spreading me wide.
He licked his lips, staring into my eyes.
“Tell us, Frankie. Tell us what you want.”
“I…I want more,” I tried, but I saw Jonathan shake his head, pull his hips back so he was no longer touching my cleft.
Alex’s hand flexed against my throat, and his lips came down to my ear.
A hiss of a whisper.
Hot breath that rustled my hair.
“Be specific,” he ordered. “Tell us how badly you want to be fucked.”
Embarrassment flooded over my skin, turning me red everywhere.
Even after all the pleasure I’d already had, all the acts some might see as shameful I’d participated in willingly to this point, something about voicing it felt intimidating.
I was just Frankie Taylor, a girl who, just days ago, worried I’d die a virgin.
As if in an act of divine intervention, though, I suddenly heard Darla’s voice in my ear.
Her encouragement about how good I looked. How lucky I was.
Be their good little girl—and call them Daddy if you want them to lose their minds.
I knew it, then. If I was going to get to experience the rest of this formative moment, if I was going to feel a man’s full, raw shaft inside me like I needed, I’d have to follow her advice.
I steeled myself, sitting up a little to meet Jonathan’s gaze more fully. It helped that propping myself up on my elbows freed my hands for a moment and caused the other two men to stop their distracting touches for now.
It showed my breasts to their full potential, too. I felt powerful, like an irresistible seductress, as I spoke.
“I want you to take my virginity for real,” I said to Jonathan’s dark, fathomless eyes. “Please, Daddy,” I kept going, even as I felt the air shift at the word, “please, give me your cock.”
“Fuck, yes,” Jonathan hissed.
Then he was covering his body with mine, and he plunged himself inside me in one long, hard push.
As I cried out at the sudden intrusion, he growled, “Take it, baby. You take this cock like a good little girl, and Daddy’ll give you everything you need.”
“Yes,” I whimpered, squirming, surrendering. “Please, yes.”
The brand new feeling of connecting with someone in this intimate, carnal way was startling.
It wasn’t that it hurt, exactly—though Jonathan growled in my ear that I was “so fucking tight,” and I certainly felt the strain of taking his full girth, I’d invested in a dildo years ago, ignoring my fear that Mom would find it and have some kind of talk with me. This wasn’t the first time I’d felt stretched like this, but it was the first time I felt it so acutely, so primally, the way my bodyknewit was supposed to feel.
He was so hot, so hard. After all the pleasure these men had given me so far, I was soaking wet, allowing his full length to glide in and out easily, the wet sound of it almost obscene in the otherwise quiet room.
But when Jonathan started to really move, thrusting himself hard into me at a pace that threatened to sweep me away, it wasa lot.I was so full, and he was so hard, and the pounding of him inside me was unlike any play I’d done on my own.
