Their Little Girl

Chapter Eleven (mature content)

Mature content ahead...please be guided.

I gasped as Karl's fingers pushed deeper inside me, my body trembling with each gentle thrust as he takes me to sit on the kitchen counter and making our plates scattered around. The cool kitchen table pressed against my bare skin as he worked me open.

Micah's strong hand gripped my hair, tilting my head back. His lips crashed into mine, his tongue demanding entrance. I moaned into the passionate kiss as pleasure radiated through me.

"You taste so sweet," Micah growled against my mouth. His free hand cupped my breast, thumb circling my hardened nipple.

Karl's fingers curled, hitting that perfect spot inside me. "So wet for us," he murmured appreciatively. His thumb found my clit, adding delicious pressure.

I broke away from Micah's kiss with a cry of ecstasy. "Please," I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for. More. Everything.

I felt a wave of desire course through me as Micah's finger slid between my lips. My breath caught and I let out a soft whimper. His eyes locked with mine, dark with lust.

"Does our good little slut want to come?" he whispered, his voice low and dangerous.

A shiver ran down my spine and I nodded eagerly, desperate for release. But Micah wasn't satisfied. He nipped the tip of my nose gently, his lips brushing against mine as he growled, "Verbal answer, little girl."

"Yes!" I gasped out immediately. "Please, yes!"

Micah chuckled, the sound sending tingles across my skin. He glanced over at Karl, who was still working his fingers inside me at a maddeningly slow pace.

"What do you think, Karl? Has she earned it?" Micah asked his brother.

"Hmm," Karl pondered, tilting his head to the side like a curious puppy. A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes as he shook his head. "Of course our little girl here needs some release, doesn't she? Right, sweetheart?"

I squirmed under their intense gazes, feeling utterly exposed yet impossibly aroused. "Yes, please," I whimpered, my hips rocking against Karl's fingers involuntarily.

Micah's hand tightened in my hair, pulling my head back to bare my throat. "Such a needy little thing," he purred, trailing kisses down my neck. "But I think you can do better than that. Tell us exactly what you want, Amara. In detail."

My cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment, but the ache between my legs overrode any hesitation.

"Please," I whined. "I want... I want to come, please. On your fingers, I mean."

Micah's hand tightened in my hair. "On his fingers," he repeated slowly. "Is that all, Amara? Are you sure you can't do any better than that?" His voice was low and dangerous, like he was daring me to try.

"Um," I stammered, my cheeks heating up even more. I'd never told them any of my fantasies before, but they were both so good at reading me that it didn't feel as scary. "Um, I... I want..." I gulped, then forced myself to speak. "I want to come on both your cocks."

Karl's eyes went wide, then his grin spread. "Oh, that's a good one, Amara!" he exclaimed.

Micah's smile was slower and far more sinister. "Is that all?" he purred, his voice dripping with desire.

I bit my lip, trying to gather the courage to continue. "I, um... I want..." I gasped as Karl added another finger to the ones already inside me. "Fuck!" I cried out, arching my back.

"You want what?" Micah prompted, his tone light despite the dark glint in his eye. "What do you want?"

"I want... I want to suck your cocks," I stammered, my face burning. I couldn't believe I was saying these things out loud. But at least it was true, and it seemed like they were both enjoying it.