by Piper Stone
“Enjoy your feast, boys, but one thing to keep in mind. I take her tight little asshole first,” Crockett commanded, laughing in a dangerously evil manner.
My God. They were going to fuck me in the ass. Even Michael hadn’t attempted. Not once.
Whimpering, I pushed up from the couch, struggling to get into a different position when Dylan moved only inches away.
“I think you need something to fill that caustic mouth of yours.” He lifted me by the shoulders until my mouth was only centimeters from his cockhead. “Now suck, little girl, but if you dare try biting me, your punishment will be severe.”
Oh, God. Oh... I took several deep breaths as I planted one hand on his thigh, totally disoriented from the position. I could no longer think clearly, was barely able to focus yet I darted out my tongue, licking all the way down the underside of his glorious cock.
Wade issued guttural sounds, his fingers digging into the insides of my thighs. When he dragged just the tip of his tongue up from the base of my pussy, I almost lost it.
“Oh...” Every muscle in my body was tense, my heart racing but I obeyed like the good girl they wanted me to be, rolling my tongue around Dylan’s cockhead in swirls and circles. I was suddenly no longer inside my body, a strange yet euphoric desire rushing through me. I eased my hand between his thighs, cupping and squeezing his low hanging balls, rolling them between my fingers.
“Yes. Shit, yes,” Dylan half whispered in a husky tone.
As Wade teased me, swirling his tongue around and around my clit then pulling back, blowing several hot breaths across my sensitive skin, I couldn’t stop shaking. I was so alive even as I attempted to shut down my mind, refusing to think about what was happening. I simply fell into a world of fantasy, closing my eyes as the dazzling sensations rocketed through me.
When the huge man pressed two fingers past my swollen folds, I twisted my hand around the base of Dylan’s cock, pumping up and down. This was crazy, blood rushing to my head, the sounds of hard fucking echoing into my ears.
I wasn’t surprised when I felt another pair of hands touching me, fingers flicking back and forth across my already hardened nipples. But when I heard Crockett’s deep voice penetrating my eardrums, I knew in my mind the three of them would never let me go.
“We’re going to do vile, filthy things to your sweet body. You will be our princess, our beautiful little pet for as long as we desire.” He pinched my hardened buds and instantly my eyes began to water, but he wasn’t finished with explaining what they would do. “We’re going to lick you and fuck you, taking your body to new heights of pleasure.”
The pain was almost blinding, but I managed to drag the roughness of my tongue all the way up Dylan’s cock, taking the tip inside. When I squeezed my jaw muscles, I sensed his body tensing.
“But you’ll also experience pain, the kind that will leave you breathless, especially when you’re a bad girl,” Crockett stated in an authoritative tone, sending another wave of chills trickling down my spine.
Wade buried his head into my pussy, his growls permeating the air as he plunged his tongue inside, lapping my cream.
I was so fully aroused I couldn’t hear anything but the thudding of my heart as I sucked on Dylan’s cock. When he jutted his hips forward, forcing me to take another two inches, I rolled his balls between my fingers.
“Such a bad girl,” Crockett growled then replaced his fingers with his hot mouth, sucking on my nipple soothingly.
“Take all of me, every single inch,” Dylan hissed as he jutted his hips forward, forcing another two inches until the tip hit the back of my throat.
I did everything I could to relax my throat muscles, struggling to accept his wide girth. When he took over completely, I braced my hands against his legs, my body undulating from the sheer pleasure the men were bringing me. I was lost in the wildness of euphoria and while the guilt remained arguing with the good girl side of me, I was falling hopelessly into the bliss of pure sin.
Wade shoved two then three fingers inside, fighting with his tongue for superiority. He was a crazed man, growling in the most savage manner as he ate me.
I was aware when Crockett pulled away, leaving me cold and longing, wanting to beg him to continue. I was no longer the same woman who’d fled from a spectacular mansion, praying to simply flee on my own. I was nothing more than the same kind of animal they were, yearning for release.
Within seconds, my body responded, bucking against Wade as he held me in his strong arms. I managed to whimper even with the thick invasion in my mouth, every cell in my body erupting from the extreme pleasure. As echoes pounded into my ears, I heard Dylan’s strangled breathing, his body tensing even more.
He face fucked me brutally, driving his cock hard and fast as I struggled to maintain my position.
Wade opened me even wider, sliding another finger into the crack of my ass. When he breached my dark hole, penetrating with just the tip, I lost it completely, the orgasm even more powerful than before. “That’s it, little princess. Come for Big Daddy. Come.”
He didn’t need to give me instructions or issue a single command. I was shoved into pure ecstasy, the single climax sweeping over me then shifting into a massive wave. I could no longer feel my toes as I screamed around Dylan’s cock, even as he continued thrusting savagely. I knew the man was close to coming, exploding in my mouth. I wanted his cum sliding down my throat. I longed to taste him, savoring the flavor.
Within seconds, I got my wish even as my body continued spasming. I was overwhelmed by the amount of his cum, strings slipping past my lips.
“Fuck. Fuck!” Dylan roared, his body shaking as he pumped into my mouth.
I was drained and breathless, my pussy muscles still clenching as Wade slipped his finger deeper into my asshole. The pain was blinding but almost immediately shifted into the kind of pleasure I didn’t know existed. This was absolute heaven.
I remained breathless, unable to think clearly, my body limp even as Wade dragged me back to a sitting position, the look on his face carnal. “Now, I fuck you.” He wasted no time, yanking me against the heat of his body, forcing one leg around his hips then the other.
I clung to him, trying to catch my breath, stars floating in front of my eyes as the blood settled. I took several deep breaths, clamping my feet together.
As he rolled his fingers all the way down my back, his eyes seemed to change colors as the extreme lust kept his muscles just as tense as Dylan’s. When he lifted my bottom, sliding his cockhead back and forth across my slickened pussy, I couldn’t keep the moans from trickling from my mouth.
The shock remained from the burning desire igniting every ember I’d done everything I could to kill. He was all powerful, his muscles teeming as he lifted me, easing his cock just past my swollen folds. As his look changed to completely possessive, he brought me down gently, allowing my muscles to get used to his thickness.
Still, every breath was stripped from me, my pulse quickening as my pussy struggled to accept his huge size. He held me in place, a grin crossing his face, his eyes twinkling. “Ever been sandwiched between two men, sweet princess?” he asked in a guttural manner.
“No,” I managed as Wade walked me around the couch, Crockett easing behind me.
Oh, God. They were both going to take me. I heard the moans slipping from my mouth as Crockett ran his fingers down my spine.
“I bet you’re tight, hot,” Crockett whispered.
I bit back a cry when he eased his hand in front of me. “Uh-huh.”
“Open your mouth, little girl.”
I did as I was told, still shivering as he shoved several fingers inside.
“You need to suck them for me. Get them all nice and wet.” Crockett’s command was dark and dangerous.
Butterflies roared into my tummy as I licked and sucked, keeping my eyes on Wade. The feel of his cock pulsing inside was a powerful aphrodisiac. I was so wet, my juice slickening my inner thighs. This was sinful and filthy, ero
tic in ways I’d never experienced.
Crockett thrust his fingers into my mouth several times, twisting his hand. “That’s it. Good girl. Very good girl.”
When he removed them, I braced, my throat closing. As he patted my bottom, lowering his head until he nipped my shoulder, I closed my eyes, uncertain of what to expect.
Very slowly he slid a single finger into my asshole. Almost immediately a whimper escaped my mouth as a wash of pain curled my toes.
“That’s it. Relax for me,” Crockett whispered.
This time, I struggled to obey, my mind whirling from the insanity of this very moment. When he added a second then third finger, I was floored as the anguish jetted off the scale.
“Oh. Oh. Oh...” As my muscles began to relax, I fell into a sweet state, a complete lull that allowed me to catch my breath.
“I think you’re ready,” Crockett whispered, slowly removing his fingers. Whether I was or not I knew didn’t matter. They were taking what they wanted.
Men who were determined to own me.
I bit back a series of cries as Crockett slid his cock up and down the crack of my ass then pushed the tip just inside.
“Oh, yeah. So tight. So fucking hot,” he whispered, pushing even more inside.
I didn’t think I would be able to tolerate it, my heart racing as I wanted to scream to get away. As my muscles strained, aching instantly, I was ready to beg them to stop.
Then as had occurred with his fingers, the anguish was swept away as he pushed past the tight ring. Light shifted in front of my eyes as the pure pleasure washed down from the blush creeping up from my neck to my cheeks to my toes. The heat was incredible, spilling into me like a firestorm.
When he was fully seated inside, I heard his intense moans, felt the wafting of his breath cascading across my shoulders. He gripped my hips, holding me in place as he thrust several times. So hard. So big.
“Oh. Oh...” I’d never been so full, the ache more pleasurable than I would have ever imagined.
Wade chuckled as he dragged his tongue around my lips then pulled almost all the way out, forcing a whimper to escape my lips. “Now, we fuck you.”
There was such a freeing moment as the two barbaric men took me, somehow keeping a perfectly orchestrated rhythm as they powered into me. I was thrown into a wonderful abyss, trying desperately to cling to Wade’s shoulders as the hard fucking continued. There were no words to describe the sensations, no sense of right or wrong. This was just too delicious.
Both men moved brutally, the force rocking my body. They refused to stop, their growls and guttural sounds filling the space. I was shaken to my core, no longer able to think or see, only echoes of their animalistic sounds floating into my ears.
My pussy clamped and released several times and I could tell that both men were close to coming. As Crockett eased his hands around me, cupping my breasts, I lolled my head against his shoulder.
This wasn’t about making love or even the start of anything meaningful. This was about hard fucking, desperate need, and the kind of hunger that I knew would remain insatiable. When both their bodies began to shake, I squeezed my muscles, allowing myself to smile when I heard them both exclaim seconds before they exploded into me.
There were no words to say, no understanding of what I would face, but I knew that these three rogues would do their best to protect me.
Sadly, they had no idea what they would face if Michael found us together, but I did.
He would stop at nothing until they were dead.
Chapter Five
Crockett
Fuck.
While I’d wanted to consume every inch of her, devouring her in a feast meant for a king, I hadn’t anticipated actually giving a shit about what she was going through. It wasn’t my place to get any deeper into the fucking quicksand, but I found myself needing to ask her questions, to pry apart the steel plate she’d formed in order to keep herself mentally stable.
Was it actually true she had no freaking clue where she was? I knew the roads leading to Macon like the back of my hand since I’d visited my grandparents often when I was a kid. There were road signs, but in the darkness and in the middle of a storm, it was possible she’d either missed the ones leading to the Interstate or had just kept on driving. Where the hell did she think she was going to go with no money?
I was furious with myself, for the other two as well. Distractions could lead us into making mistakes. I should stop the shit right now, drive her into town and dump her off. Like I was the kind of man to do that. No money. No way of fending for herself.
There was no way I was sending her back to the abusive asshole. Rubbing my forehead, I tried to think this through.
Every red flag had been raised from the second she’d crashed, but her actions told an entirely different story. She’d remained defiant, even though we’d spanked and fucked her. Christ. What the hell had I allowed us to get involved with?
And still my freaking cock ached.
While her body had responded in ways I also hadn’t believed could happen, I had the distinct feeling she’d shut down by the morning, if she hadn’t already.
I studied her face, her hands shaking as she attempted to get dressed, holding her torn panties in the dim lighting, the intense sigh allowing me a glimpse into her sadness. She truly had nothing of her own. What little she’d brought with her was soon to be destroyed. What the fuck was I going to do with her?
I’d sent the others away, figuring if she was going to talk, she damn well didn’t want an audience. When she stood in front of the fire, warming her hands, absently shoving strings of hair behind her ears, I found it difficult to look away. I didn’t need this girl to dig herself inside of me any more than she did for one of us to.
Then again, I could tell the woman needed real help. This wasn’t just an act. She wasn’t pretending to be a woman in distress.
“Why don’t you sit down. We do need to talk.”
“Talk. Why?” she whispered, not bothering to look in my direction. When she pulled the sweater down, as if it would cover more of her, I knew I’d been right. She’d returned to her bitter, distant self. Fuck. I didn’t blame her. I was the master of doing that.
“Come. Here.” There was no denying the authority in my voice.
While she took her time, she finally came to face me, folding her arms.
“Now, why don’t you sit down and be a good little girl,” I stated in an authoritative tone.
The look she gave me screamed of wishful murder. I gave her one back, demanding as I refused to take her shit.
She hesitated before finally moving to the couch, sitting down stiffly, glancing once at the glass of booze. I could tell her nerves were rattled.
“Take the drink, but be careful, you might have a concussion.”
After touching her forehead and grimacing, she reached for the glass. “Trust me, I’m tougher than being knocked on the head or spanked and fucked by a damn stranger. I can take almost anything.”
Her words were frank but seemed entirely out of place. They were also full of venomous anger. I held my breath, trying to calm my fury, my rage not entirely directed at her. I had a sense of what she’d been through. Shit. Was I any better than some jerk who she believed wanted to kill her?
“You need to understand that in these dense woods there are wild animals that would hunt you down in a few minutes. If they didn’t feed on you immediately, they’d wait until you were nothing more than a block of ice.” Hell, yes, I wanted to scare her.
“I get it, although it’s not that cold out there. That was stupid, but I didn’t deserve to be spanked.”
“I think you did. So, I got a question for you and I expect an honest answer. Why did you try and run away when you asked for our help?”
She laughed. “Because I overheard you and the other two talking. Just so you know, I don’t have any money. I have nothing. I freaking have nothing. I figured you might be just one of his thugs. If you are, g
o ahead and kill me because I refuse to go back.” For the first time, I noticed a single tear sliding down her face, which she whisked away quickly.
“I’m sorry you had to hear our discussion but we’re not working for some asshole. We have our own issues to deal with.”
“So I gathered,” she said in a snarky manner. She’d heard more than she should have. How many times did I have to be a damn fool?
“Why don’t we move on. Do you want to tell me what happened?” I asked, trying to calm my own breathing. She definitely wasn’t a chatterbox either. I had a pretty damn good idea that she was hiding some dark and demented secrets.
“Not really. Why should I? I’m your prisoner. Right?”
She couldn’t even look me in the eyes. I ignored the comment for now. “Because you asked for help. How about your name?”
Her entire face seemed to twist from making a difficult decision whether to even trust me with that much information. “Kelly.”
“And I assume you aren’t going to tell me your last name.”
Kelly merely turned her head in a beseechingly deliberate manner, those lovely lavender eyes darkening.
“Fine. I’m Crockett. You’ve already met Dylan and Wade. That’s as much as you’re going to learn about the three men who saved you.”
She blinked in acknowledgement, rolling the glass between her two hands.
I was exasperated as fuck. Her attitude and shutdown methods were also testing my damn patience. There would few people who’d ever refused to answer my questions, unless they faced my wrath anyway. “You asked for our protection. I think I deserve to know why.”
“That doesn’t give you the right to do what you did. Besides, I was out of my mind. No one can protect me. No one.” Her upper lip curled into a snarl.
Now we were at least getting somewhere. “My buddies and I aren’t big into the game of protection, but we’ve made an exception for you. Trust me, we have enough firepower to keep out any asshole, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
