Page 29 of Rugged and Filthy

Who did that? This was nothing but hard fucking.

It had to be all the emotions I’d gone through that day. I tried to relax as I sucked, the thickness of Hudson’s cock stretching my jaw as much as the other two men were widening my two channels. I had no idea how I wasn’t being ripped into two, the men were so huge.

They developed a strange yet beautiful rhythm, which allowed me to spiral headfirst into the tempting moment, the raw feeling of ecstasy all encompassing.

How could anything so bad for me feel this damn good?

I wasn’t certain I wanted to know the answer or would bother exploring it. This would never happen again, but I would remember it fondly, at least after I got over the shock of doing something so out of character for me.

Their growls and deep guttural sounds brought me back to reality, allowing the pleasure to control everything else after that moment. I wondered how Fallon would see me now. Would she wonder whether I needed electroshock therapy, or would she give me a high five, claiming me cured from my heightened level of grief?

As usual, my strange thoughts were threatening to get the better of me instead of allowing the pleasure to soar…

Maybe I wasn’t good at indulging myself, something I’d need to work on. I was keen to making changes. Maybe this was the perfect therapy. No need for crazy assed doctors. No, siree. As my pussy continued clenching and releasing, I sensed how close I was to having another even more intense orgasm.

A rush of air flowed from my lungs, the loud moan I issued around the thick shaft more powerful than I could have imagined. Within seconds, another beautiful rush of electrified sensations prickled every one of my senses. I wasn’t certain if it was wise of me to suck even harder, but that was my reaction.

The three men picked up their rhythm as a muffled scream slipped past my now swollen lips. Yes, the orgasm was even more powerful, even though I wasn’t certain how it could be. I was shaking all over, unable to focus even though I had one of the most intense and fierce-looking faces I’d seen only inches from mine.

Jack’s eyes remained focused on me, with such startling intensity I couldn’t breathe. They were dark, almost foreboding but I could swear the man was sizing me up for a more permanent place in his life.

Or maybe that was beyond belief.

Whatever the case, I clenched my eyes closed once again, bucking against the three men who held onto me like some filly they wanted to break. Only I wasn’t that fragile.

Or was I?

In the next few seconds as I started to come down from the intoxicating high, the three men powered up, their thrusts becoming even more savage than before.

A mere blip in time after that, one after the other issued a strangled sound that reminded me of primal beasts in the wild.

And I’ll be damned if they didn’t erupt together, filling all three of my holes at the same time.

Who said there wasn’t something more powerful than grief?

CHAPTER 9

Rylee

“What are you looking at?” I barked at my beautiful pup as if that was appropriate. And after the sinful night I’d had.

Whew.

Maybe that was the issue. It should be considered a mortal sin what I’d done. Every time I moved, I was reminded I’d been spanked by three men just minutes before my innocence had been stripped away like it was nothing.

Who was I kidding? Innocent? Yeah, right.

Tell yourself another lie, goofy girl.

I yanked a box of cereal from the cabinet, shaking it to see how full it was. Not very. Enough. I just needed a little something to counteract the heavy volume of alcohol.

Maybe everything that had occurred after leaving the bar had been a big, fluffy dream.

As soon as I moved to open the cabinet drawer, I was forced to face the fact I hadn’t been daydreaming. My bottom ached like a son of a bitch. I had to wonder whether I’d be able to sit down for the remainder of the day.

Oh, that wouldn’t garner any questions. Nope. Not one.

Cereal.

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