Auctioned to the Lumberjacks Read Online Stephanie Brother

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
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Jack twists my face, kissing me with a mouth that still tastes of my pleasure. His hand grips my throat, holding just a bit tighter than he needs to, making my head swim.

But I don’t feel unsafe.

I feel surrounded. These men are like a cocoon against the world.

Strong and fierce, they worship my naked body like it’s an altar to Mother Nature who gives them shelter and a way to earn a living.

And I take it. I take it all.

I clutch at West’s hips with my legs, drawing him deeper, urging him to go faster and harder. Gripping my waist, he pulls me into each thrust until I ache with the depth of his penetration.

Finn’s finger presses just above my clit, and a look passes between the two men, one of collaboration. Jack teases my nipples, wetting his finger and circling, leaving a cold trail of sensation that connects directly to my pussy, and I can’t stop the barreling pleasure that knocks my mind into an abyss of pleasure.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I cry out.

“That’s it,” Jack says, his voice curled with a smile. “Fuck, that must hit nice.”

West groans, his cock swelling then pulsing as he empties all his power inside me, still moving through both our orgasms.

He falls back onto his heels, panting like he ran up a hill, bracing his huge hands on the floor next to him. Between his legs, his still semi-hard cock is glistening, and the thatch of hair around it is messy with both our arousal. I want to reach out and touch him, but I can’t, and my fingers flex within my binds.

“Finn?” West asks.

Finn gestures to Jack to go next, always the man with the biggest and least selfish heart, and I’m surprised to see Jack initially saying no. Eventually, when I moan for more, desperate for even greater obliteration, West moves out of the way, and Jack flips me onto my front. My breasts press into the warm rug, and I have to twist my face away, staring at my left arm, which is still anchored over my head. Course hands slide up my thighs and over my ass, softly at first but then with more pressure.

“She has such a pretty ass,” Jack muses.

“She has a pretty everything,” Finn agrees.

“Prettiest pussy I ever saw.” West moves my hair from around my neck and brings his mouth close to my ear. “I can still taste it,” he whispers, then licks at the same time that Jack lifts me onto my knees. A single finger slicks over my engorged clit, and the pleasure-pain makes me cry out.

Before I have a chance to anticipate anything more, he shoves his cock deep. I’m messily wet, so the slide is easy, but he’s thick and long and demanding as his balls slap against my pussy. “This is what we need, Skye,” he says. “This is what you need, isn’t it? Raw, filthy fucking that makes you feel alive.”

I flush so hot that sweat beads on my upper lip and around my hairline. It’s impossible for me to feel alive without my baby. I’m a dead woman masquerading—a naked mannequin in a derelict shop.

Digging his fingers into my ass, he spreads me wide and presses into my taint until his thumb is up to the knuckle and moving with every thrust of his hips. “Oh…oh…oh,” I gasp, as some unholy connection begins to draw together a tsunami of pleasure.

“You like my thumb in your ass?”

“Yes.” It’s a gasp that leaves my lips without proper consideration. I shouldn’t like it. It’s not something I’ve ever considered, but now he knows the truth, he’ll want to push further. That’s what Jack is like. He takes and takes, even when I’m not sure I want to give.

He proves me wrong every time.

“Holy fuck,” Finn groans as he touches my face, and I take his finger into my mouth, sucking hard.

“She wants every hole filled,” Jack says. “Hold her.”

He must indicate something to West behind my back because suddenly West supports my upper body so I can rest on my bound wrists without hurting myself. “Put your cock in her mouth.” West’s instruction is said darkly, huskily, like he can’t wait to see what that will look like.

Finn seems uncertain but only until I take him so deeply, I gag. He tastes salty-sweet and swells as I swirl my tongue around his swollen head. He touches my cheek so sweetly as though he wants to soothe my overstretched jaw.

I wonder what I must look like, held by one man while another fucks my face and another fucks my pussy and penetrates my ass. A body used to within an inch of its capacity.

The girl I used to be, sweet and innocent and dreaming of love, is gone, and in her place is someone ragged and torn and desperate.


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