Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
The sensation is overwhelming, their bodies pressing into mine simultaneously as they begin their rhythmic movements. Sweat trickles down my body as I try to keep up with the rhythm, my senses on fire from the raw, coarse energy encircling me. There is a roughness in their motions that makes every nerve inside me scream for more.
My eyes are wide open in this darkness, unblinking and refusing to break the contact. It’s not fear that keeps them locked, but a deep, lustful desire, a craving for submission that makes every bit of this adventure wildly irresistible.
The man fucking me is driving deeper and deeper, punishing in his movements. I can hear their grunting as they work in tandem, their bodies grinding against mine in a primitive tango of lust. An orgasm is building within me, racing down every nerve ending until it floods my veins.
I lick and suck two dicks at once.
Hands roam over every inch of my exposed skin, touching, pulling, rendering me open and helpless in their grip.
I can taste them on my tongue, salty and tantalizing, their animalistic grunts filling up the darkness around us. It’s intoxicating. Overwhelming. A sensory overload that has me teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
The masked figures become blurry as pleasure rockets through me, each thrust sending jolts of satisfaction that has me gasping for breath. My body convulses beneath them, the pleasure so intense it steals away my breath.
With a final thrust, the man grunts heavily as he finds his release inside me, his cock pulsating with every spurt of warmth that fills me. The other two follow suit, their bodies tensing and then releasing with a primal, guttural grunt as they empty themselves into my mouth. Their taste fills my senses, completely raw and heady, sending me spiraling even deeper into the throes of pleasure.
My body trembles beneath them, the remnants of my orgasm still coursing through me as they finish. One by one, their grips on me loosen, their bodies pulling away from mine to leave me shivering on the forest floor.
Before I can regain control of my senses or even remember to draw breath, one of them picks me up and carries me back toward my cottage, the other two follow close behind, silent and watchful.
Always watchful.
They project an eerie sense of calm despite the raw debauchery that has happened in the forest. As the door to my cottage creaks open, I am released and led inside where light from the single lamp in my room pools onto the wooden floor.
Standing there in the warm light, they each remove their mask.
Braken is the first to speak. “There’s no running from us.”
Merrick approaches me and kisses me on the lips. “Because if you do, we’ll come running.”
Soren then steps to me, pulling me into his arms. “And you’ll have the three of us to deal with.”