Page 84 of Rugged and Filthy

Trembling as Foxx drove both his tongue and fingers deep inside, I sensed I was covering his face with my juice. And I still had not a single feeling of humiliation or shame at what I was doing.

Erin would laugh.

My mother would gasp.

And my dog would bark incessantly.

It was a surreal and extremely hot moment. I was no longer myself and for once, it felt damn good. I ripped at Hudson’s shirt when there’d been no need, the man yanking it off by the back collar. He certainly had a love of flamboyance, acting as if he was in the middle of a rock concert.

“Did you do this when you played hockey?” I breathed, no longer recognizing my voice.

“Do what?”

“You know, toss your hockey jersey into the crowd of adorning female fans?”

“Yes,” both Jack and Foxx answered for him at the same time. Hudson just lifted his middle finger to them, which made me grin.

He bent down quickly, capturing my mouth once again, rolling his tongue into my wetness before pulling back.

“Our little bad girl.” He backed completely away, allowing Jack to straighten up. After that, I was rewarded with a hot flashing striptease by the two sinful men, both acting as if they were performing for a bachelorette party. I didn’t think they could surprise me any longer, but I was oh-so wrong. I even allowed myself to giggle as they undressed. Gazing upon their perfectly chiseled, insanely muscular forms was so sinful I’d likely go to hell.

I licked around my mouth in appreciation, beckoning them closer with both hands.

“Not yet, baby girl,” Hudson said under his breath. “You need to be a very good girl to enjoy the likes of this.” He flexed his fingers, roughly pressing his hand down the length of his chest, smiling as my gaze followed. When he wrapped his hand around the base of his big, fat cock, I wasn’t certain what sound I made. It wasn’t normal or natural but he seemed to love it, the corners of his lips turning upward, his eyes twinkling in the dull fluorescent light.

The damn fixture created shadows in the room, but that couldn’t take away from how gorgeous the two men were. But that was short lived as well, my not-so-subtle moans taking over as Foxx feasted on my pussy.

When Jack rolled his balls through his fingers, pursing his lips together, my attention was pulled in his direction. For a rugged, dangerous-looking man covered in bold tattoos, he had a sensual appeal that I doubted he understood.

Yet I was the one to enjoy every moment of the hot and frisky men pleasuring themselves, taunting me in the process. I wanted so much to rub my hands around their cockheads that I stretched outward.

At least Hudson paid attention, taking a giant step forward. Jack wasn’t to be denied, doing the same. I couldn’t help myself, wrapping both sweaty palms around their purple-tipped cocks, marveling in the way they both throbbed in my hands. I stroked both men as they stared at me, making me feel like the most delectable treat in the world given the look in their eyes.

I was crazed with desire, more so than just seconds before, twisting both hands until I sensed I was creating friction. If it caused them any pain, both men seemed to appreciate it, even shifting their hips back and forth for me.

However, I had a feeling Foxx was getting antsy by how ferocious his actions became, the man driving his fingers inside, flexing them open until my pussy muscles clamped around the intruding invasion.

Foxx’s deep and soft growl pulled me back into the sensual moment. He spun me around to face the wall, still licking me up and down, thrusting his fingers in hard and fast. I was forced to press both palms against the hard surface to keep from falling on my face as he pulled my hips back for easy access.

Dear God, the sounds he was making were so animalistic. I licked my dry lips, fighting the swell of emotions and needs that had already become overwhelming. So much so another tear rolled down my face. It was ridiculous and I wiped it away quickly, struggling to find the joy once again.

That’s the very moment the most powerful orgasm I’d had yet blasted through me like a tidal wave. I bucked hard enough Foxx dug his fingers into both hips to keep me steady.

“Oh, yes. Yes. Yes!” Thankfully, this time my erotic scream was muted, so strangled I was fearful I’d swallow my tongue. I twisted and turned, smashing one hand against the wall as the climax rolled through me.

Panting, I tossed my head from side to side, fighting the crazy thoughts pumping inside my brain.

Yes, I wanted all three men, needing them as I required oxygen to breathe. Oh, hell, I could easily envision being in a big house with several animals, and not just the husky human kind, enjoying domesticity while kids ran around in the backyard. The images of my fantasy were so intense I was no longer certain I was breathing.

After clawing the wall with both my hands, I finally started to come down from the electric rush, still gasping for air, more lightheaded than before.

The hard crack against my bottom was met with a yelp. Then another hand repeated the move, only it belonged to Jack. Then Hudson got in the mix, smacking my buttocks as if playing a drum.

While they were still spanking me like I was some bad girl in need of harsh discipline, this was entirely more sensual and intimate. Another awakening of my senses. I didn’t fight their actions, although I shifted my hips back and forth provocatively. Every crack of one of their hands brought a ragged whimper.

I wasn’t entirely certain how long they kept up their version of a round robin, but I was all of a sudden back in Jack’s arms, the man pulling my legs around him. It was interesting how his cock seemed to have a mind of its own, the tip finding my soaked pussy easily. The grin on his face surpassed mischief, bridging into evil.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” he said with a deep voice I no longer recognized. Did he have any idea what he did to me with his dark, brooding expression, and hooded eyes dripping with hunger?

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