Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
And I come and come and come.
Maybe harder than I’ve ever come in my entire life.
It’s only afterwards, after one empties his sack of cum in my pussy, and then the one sucking my clit moves back to fuck me again, and he fucks me till he comes, that finally the one fucking my face ruthlessly pulls out and moves back to finish, just like he promised he would.
He takes his time, too. Taking me slow and reaching around to roughly and ruthlessly rub my clit.
I don’t bother even putting up a token fight at this point. He rides me hard to his climax and I meet him there, limbs quivering as the high sweeps me head to quivering toes.
Cum from all three men drips down my thighs once he’s finally done.
Only then do they release the bag from my head and I gaze up in adoration at my men.
Leander, Milo, and Janus surround me, naked and spent.
This was the one fantasy I always had that Leander and Janus never seemed to get around to fulfilling. But we’d talked about it plenty. And they promised, one day, long after I’d forgotten about the request, they’d fulfill this darkest of my fantasies.
“We’ll call you peach,” Leander had said back when we’d discussed it, “so you’ll know it’s us. But that’s all the warning you’ll get.”
I shudder with aftershocks, lying against Milo’s chest as Janus reaches over to lazily stroke my hair.
Leander just crawls over and kisses me deep. “Our perfect little captive.”
“I can’t believe you kidnapped me from my own wedding. Where are we even going?”
Leander just grins wickedly. “Oh, we aren’t nearly done with you yet, sweet little bride.”
Chapter 53
LEANDER
“Welcome to paradise, beautiful,” Janus says as the plane lands several hours later.
We all slept awhile, cuddled together in a pile on the floor. The kidnapping was more thrilling than even I could have imagined.
Walking that thrilling line between danger and passion... fuck. It took all three of us and our security detail to make sure the path to the helicopter would be secure. Naturally our security couldn’t see what we were actually doing, either. We just had them watching the guests and making sure no one snuck back to the private staging area of the vineyard building or behind it.
And we had to take a path that was completely covered by trees until the last dash to the copter so none of the other air photographers could catch us.
Janus, the most cautious of all of us, had the idea to leak to the press that I had snuck out early so any photographers were busy trying to chase “me” down the mountain road to snap pics of what afterparty I was sneaking off to in lieu of going to my own brother’s wedding reception.
So we were able to make a clear escape and continue our debauchery to our hearts’ content.
The helicopter pilot was a friend who also lives the plural lifestyle. He won’t rat us out and he was happy to engage in our little caper.
And now we’re here. I smile as I watch Janus and Milo help Hope back into her clothes. Her cheeks are flushed and she still seems a bit dopey-blissed-out from the kidnapping and gang bang.
The aftercare was sweet. We used her underwear to wipe away our cum that had spilled down her inner thighs. But that wasn’t enough cloth and so I used her party dress to clean up the rest.
We’d arranged for her bags for the honeymoon to be put on the plane, so the guys are helping her into a fresh dress now. Sans underwear.
The dress isn’t white, but marigold. The color of hope and renewal. And it’s nothing like that gaudy wedding dress with all the tulle and lace she wore for those phonies back at that stunt wedding.
No, it’s soft linen, with a deep V cut almost to her waist that reveals her curves in all the right places.
I take the moment to get dressed as well. My garb is also linen: pants and a light shirt with sandals. After they help Hope, my brothers do the same.
And then we descend the steps of the plane to the small dirt landing strip. From there, it’s only steps to the beach.
We’ve arrived near sunset. I’d hoped the timing would work out like this, but so little in life works out the way one wants, I didn’t count on it.
But the universe was kind, and all went smoothly.
We kick off our shoes. Hope twirls, looking around in wonder. “What did you do?” she asks, eyes taking it all in.
“It’s a private island. The beach is all ours,” I explain. “No prying eyes. I’m glad you could have your first wedding for the world.” That part comes out only a little grudgingly. “But this wedding is for all of us.”