Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Fuck.
“Oh yeah, that pussy is still throbbing.”
“Told you, she’s a dirty one,” Felix says.
“You got what you wanted,” I say in a moment of courage. “Now get off me.”
Dylan laughs. “Oh, we’re not nearly done with you.”
“Pick her up,” Felix growls.
Suddenly, Dylan gets off, his half-hard dick still dangling out of his pants, and he grabs me by the arm while Alistair lifts my legs.
“Hey, what are you doing?!” I squeal.
But they’re already dragging me across the grass, only stopping in front of a tree. They hoist me up, and Alistair unties the rope from around his robe while Felix keeps me restrained. And within a few seconds, Alistair has tied me to the tree.
“Let me go,” I hiss, still coughing from the cum stuck in my throat. “This wasn’t a part of the deal.”
Dylan steps away and folds his arms. “Oh, yes it was. We help you, and we do whatever we want with you.”
Felix steps in front of my face. “Did you put on all this makeup for us?” He grips my cheeks together, my lipstick staining his fingers. “Pretty … but prettier with cum smeared all over.”
He wipes my own spit over my face and then steps away, only to pull at his zipper.
His cock comes out completely erect, glistening at the tip, the metal rings still making me gulp. Alistair does the same, but his girth impresses me the most. The thickness of it is unmatched, and I’d hate to discover how it would feel inside me.
God, why am I even thinking this?
“You want it, don’t you?” Felix mutters as he rubs his shaft. “Greedy little whore.”
“No,” I say.
“Lies,” Dylan says, and he pulls the lighter from his pocket again, stepping closer to hold it in front of my face. “Now tell us the truth. You like this, don’t you?”
I shudder against the cold tree, my body quaking with both fear and desire, while the flame hovers dangerously close to my cheeks. “Beg for it, then. Beg for their cum.”
The fire stings against my skin.
“Give me your cum,” I say.
I hiss when the flames lick my neck. “I said beg,” Dylan whispers into my ear, like a gentle threat.
“Please,” I add.
“Good girl.”
Goose bumps scatter across my skin.
But I don’t know if it’s from the fire, or from his lips humming near my ears, moaning softly, breathing into my hair, his half-hard dick still swinging against my thighs.
“She looks good with her mouth stuffed full of your jizz,” Alistair says.
I hate how they talk about me. “Shut up.”
Dylan snorts. “Still got some spunk left, huh?”
“Don’t worry,” Felix says, thrusting into his own hand. “We’ll fuck it out of her.”
I swallow. “I’d love to see you try.”
There. His own words thrown right back in his face.
“Oh, I will,” Felix retorts, and he steps closer until the tip touches my thigh. “But first, I’ll let you simmer in our juices for the night.”
What? What does he mean?
He rubs his hands up and down his shaft with fervor, staring at me through his mask as if he wants to watch me break. And Alistair has to use two hands to pleasure himself. That’s how big he is.
I can’t keep my eyes off them both. But there isn’t anywhere else to look either while stuck against this tree.
“You like to watch, don’t you?” Felix asks, rubbing himself against my body. “You like to be used. Degraded. Owned.”
“You wish,” I retort.
Dylan holds the flame underneath my chin, forcing me to lift my head. “Keep it up, little slut. It only gets me hard again.”
Fuck. I don’t want this to go on forever, so I shut my mouth and wait until they finish. But I wish I could stop the throbbing between my legs.
Dylan suddenly slides his hand down my thigh, getting closer and closer to that spot Felix just completely destroyed with his fingers.
“It’s about time you started moaning for them too,” Dylan says.
His fingers find their way to my panties, and he tears them apart just like that.
I gasp, but the gasp is immediately cut short by his fingers dipping into my wetness.
“Fuck … Felix was right. You’re soaking wet.”
Felix and Alistair pick up the pace.
“Make her come again,” Alistair says. “I want to see her shiver from your fingers.”
I shake my head, but it’s too late. Dylan’s already flicking his fingers back and forth across my naked pussy.
And I struggle to even stand.
“Moan like the slut you are, Pen,” Felix says, rubbing himself against me. “And maybe I’ll give you my fucking cum.”
In the cold night, my body heats up like fireworks from Dylan’s fingers expertly swiveling back and forth, and I’m having trouble separating my own pleasure from theirs.
Dylan’s and Alistair’s eyes connect, and Alistair picks up the pace.
“Fuck, I can’t hold it,” Alistair groans, and the spurts of cum jet out of him, again and again.