Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
I’m filled with worry and fear, but also need. After all, these are my warriors, and after a battle, they need pussy, food, and care – in that order. I can feel my body responding to their pheromones; my heart races, my skin flushes, my huge tits heave with lust, and my pussy creams. I part my lips, looking at them with adoration.
“Are you okay, princess?” rasps Bruce through clenched teeth. He’s barely able to form the words.
“I am,” I whisper hoarsely, nodding. And it’s true. Any fear or regret I might have felt melts away like it was nothing, and I’m left vibrating with need for them. But also still curious at what the hell just happened.
“You look terrible. What happened?” I ask softly.
The brothers look at one another.
“I think it’s safe to say – ,” growls Burke through clenched teeth.
“That we’ve had enough talking for one night,” continues Bruce. And I know it’s safe. Whatever just happened has been taken care of, and it was messy, but it’s over now. I know they’ll tell me all about it once we finally get to enjoy each other’s bodies. I’m so needy for them that I can actually feel a drop of juice trickling down my thigh.
Seeing that I’m satisfied with this answer for the time being, they stop holding themselves back. Striding with heavy boots, the brothers come for me, their huge, hard cocks outlined in their pants, their strong arms ready to hold me, their full lips for me to kiss and lick, and their bodies ready to fulfill me in every possible way. I want to be owned and possessed by them, and can’t wait to get started.
20
Bruce
My face hurts and my knuckles are sore, but I’ll be damned if we’ll do any more talking tonight. I’d been frustrated earlier, trying to make love to our little princess but failing because we had to talk. It’s fine because it needed to happen, and as it turned out, Annabel had incredible news to share with us, too.
But what happened next hadn’t just fueled the fire of my frustration; it had been like dumping a petrol bomb on an already raging inferno. The betrayal our own fucking crew – it was unbelievable. No, I can’t think of it, not now that it’s finally over, and Burke and I can finally be with our goddess. I’d been trembling with rage, adrenaline, and arousal, and now, my needs have come to the fore.
It’s in Burke, too. I can tell. Our gorgeous girl is standing in the middle of the room, trembling and looking up at us. She’s been through so much tonight: fleeing her parents’ house, helping us rob them, and then coming here only to almost get gang-raped when we were supposed to be protecting her. It’s too much for me to think about right now. The time will come for us to ask for her forgiveness, and to promise that something like that will never happen again. But right now, we need to make love to her; we need to make it up to Annabel, and not in the kinky, rough way we’ve been doing so far. It’s clear that all of us need something different this time.
As Annabel inhales, we descend on her like predators. Burke and I press that curvy form up against us as she trembles and murmurs. Our hands rake through her hair, cup her face, caress her tits, and clasp her around the waist. We kiss her in turns, feeling her hot breath against our mouths, honestly not knowing where she ends and we begin, or which hands are mine and which are Burke’s. We’re finally together in a way that feels so right. No more secrets, and no more darkness: for her or us.
“Annabel,” I groan into her mouth as her hand cups my bulge. “We’ll never let anything like that happen again.” She moans, trembling. Burke’s hand goes to the back of her head and forms a fist, pulling her away from my kiss and toward his face so that he can emphasize what I’m trying to say. The movement parts her lips and forces her eyes open as he stares into them, blue eyes flashing.
“We promise,” he growls and kisses her deeply and meaningfully, pushing her head up toward his with his fist in her hair. Together, we lift her up in our arms like the little princess she is. She gasps, not expecting it. But she has no time to protest or to ask us what we’re doing. We’re breathing hard, our cocks raging inside our pants as our hearts hammer. Adrenaline courses through our veins, and all we can think of doing is joining with that curvy body before discharging the proof of our love into her sweetness.
Laying her down on the bed as gently as we can in our state of urgency and arousal, we rip our shirts off, exposing washboard abs, hard chests, and rippling shoulder muscles. It’s she who reaches up to the rock hard outlines of our cocks in our pants, wanting it. I reach forward and pull her dress off, revealing that perfect body. Her brown, curly hair falls back down on her naked shoulders and tits in a natural way that’s so gorgeous I feel like I’m in a different world. She’s looking up at us through the stray strands of her brown hair, which glimmer with a golden tint in the light of the candles.