Page 15 of Handcuffed By the Bounty Hunters

She moans and the sound goes straight to my dick. Are we going to fuck this woman? Roark better not pull back.

So far, it sounds like he is completely on board.

“You took your punishment so well, sweetheart,” he says. “Daddy Cameron wants to reward you. Are you going to come on his tongue?”

“Yes, sir,” she whimpers.

“No more sir,” he says. “We’re both Daddy now. Say it, sweetheart.”

“Daddy—you’re both my daddies.”

“Good.”

I add a finger to her wet pussy, then a second one to stretch her. The angle is awkward because I want to suck on her clit, but that doesn’t stop her thighs from tightening around my head as her body shakes with an orgasm.

“Yes, Daddy! I’m coming—coming?—”

I keep my fingers in place, reveling in the way her walls squeeze rhythmically. I need to feel her on my cock, pulsing around me.

When the sensations get to be too much, she tries to move away, to get off of Roark’s lap.

“Careful, there,” he says, twisting her around to cradle in his arms. “Why are you in such a rush?”

“You’re poking into my belly,” she says. “What do you have in there, a tire iron?”

“Feels like it,” he says. “Little girl, I don’t think I’ve ever been harder in my life.”

She looks between the two of us. “Is that something we should remedy? Daddies?”

A smirk graces Roark’s lips. “You could kiss it and make it better.”

Fuck me, she eases out of his embrace and lowers to her knees in front of him.

“You sure you want to do this, sweetheart?” Roark cups her cheek in his hand. “We’re moving rather fast.”

“I want to,” she says. “I…I don’t know why, exactly, but I desperately do.”

Well, fuck, so do we. Roark meets my gaze and nods.

We’re really fucking doing this.

Doing her.

“Baby,” I say from behind her, “just how far are you willing to go? Because I’d love to fuck this sweet pussy while you gulp down Daddy Roark’s cock.”

Brown eyes wide, pupils blown out with lust, she nods. “Yes. Yes, I want that, Daddies.”

There’s one hiccup in my plan, and that has to do with protection. I didn’t expect a fuck-fest on this work trip, so I don’t have any condoms. I might be jerking it while giving her another round of head. Not the end of the world, but not the position I’d envisioned.

“Roark,” I say, “you told me you’re prepared for just about anything. How about a last-minute orgy?”

“Condoms are in my bag,” he says, pointing to the duffel he brought from our car. “Side pocket.”

I find a whole box of them. Shaking it with a grin, I say, “Might not be enough.”

I also find a key to the handcuffs. Behind Penny’s back, so she can’t see, I hold it up and raise my eyebrows at Roark.

He nods.

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