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Dean sat back in his bed and smiled as he waited.
She’d come.
He knew she would.
Eric had told him what Micah had revealed to him. To win Daphne over, they had to overcome her senses with a touch of manipulation. He was getting there. Today, sucking on her tits had been a glorious feeling but not nearly enough to sate him.
All day, he’d been living with this raging erection and now, it was time to put it to use. He’d offered Daphne a challenge. If she was as strong as she thought she was, to come to his room and prove it. Nothing would happen that she didn’t want to. Or she could keep running away, but he’d find her.
If her anger was any indication, she’d be with him soon. Daphne didn’t like to show weakness. She never had during high school, and now as a woman, she was fucking glorious.
This house, everything about her, screamed control. Since her grandma’s passing and even before then, she’d ingrained herself into this place so much that she hadn’t given herself chance to live.
All she did was exist for the sake of others. People came here to get away. Daphne did nothing but serve others, keeping them all happy, while she did what, exactly? Nothing.
She merely lived.
There was no excitement unless someone counted bad deliveries where she’d have to call the supplier and argue. That wasn’t living. He didn’t for a second believe this was all down to him, Eric, and Micah. No, this was down to losing her parents.
She was scared to live in case she’d lose someone close again. He was sure of it.
There was a light knock at his door and he smiled.
“Come in.”
There was a second’s hesitation, and he tensed up, ready to go chasing after her if the need arose.
She opened the door and stepped inside. A large bathrobe covered her. She closed the door, leaning against it and folding her arms.
“I’m not afraid of you.”
“I didn’t say you were.” He got to his feet and then in front of her gaze, removed his own robe. He was naked beneath. Her eyes widened and then she slapped a hand over them.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
He took a step toward her, reaching for her hand. He pried it away from her eyes and placed it on his naked cock.
All day he’d been rock-hard. He hadn’t given himself the pleasure of coming. That would happen soon.
Her other hand fell away, and he grabbed the tie of her robe, tugging it open. When it fell open, he groaned. The negligee she wore left nothing to the imagination and yet everything. Lace curved around her breasts and toward her stomach. Triangles covered her nipples. So tempting and yet, modest, but sexy as fuck.
It had to go.
Gripping the straps, he tore the gown, and it fell to the floor in waves.
She cried out, letting go of his dick, which she’d been holding without his assistance for a few seconds.
She tried to cover her tits. He took her hands and pressed her back against the wall.
If she told him to stop, he’d do it. This wasn’t about frightening her. He wanted her more than anything.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Tell me to stop.”
“Tell me what you’re doing.”
“I’m going to lick this pussy and see if it’s as tasty as Eric said. I’ve never had a virgin cunt.”
Her cheeks grew a nice shade of red.
Pressing his lips against her neck, he sucked on her pulse.
“And then I’m going to come and you’re going to watch.” He moved down her body, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking hard before moving to the next one, giving it the same attention as the first.
They deserved equal attention.
Biting down on her nipple, he heard her cry and moan. As he smiled against her flesh, he pulled back, holding her hips, and guided her back to the bed.
“I love that you didn’t take any other man.” He helped her lie back, spreading her thighs. At the sight of her bare pussy, he groaned.
When he was eye level with her, he captured her ass and pressed his face against her naked flesh, tonguing her slit.
She was soaking wet, just as he knew she would be.
Daphne was fighting them based on the past. They needed to overcome it all because together, they could make so much fucking fire and passion. All three of them could. There was no doubt in his mind of what they could make together, and he wanted to find out.
Taking her clit into his mouth, he used his teeth, sucking her in. She moaned.
For the first few seconds, she was tense beneath his touch. He worked her pussy, not giving up, and before long, she was riding his face, trying to find that peak.
He held her within his control, not letting her go, making her take all of him. Flicking his tongue back and forth, he looked up in time to see her orgasm. It took over her entire body. She gave him everything. There was no guarding her release.