Page 16 of Handcuffed By the Bounty Hunters

Thank fuck. It would be some kind of twisted to trust her enough to put his dick in her mouth but not trust her enough to take off her handcuffs…although I’m not gonna lie, the handcuffs are hot.

I toss him the key and he frees our girl, then pulls off her tank top. Her nude-colored bra is trimmed in lace and so fucking sexy, but I want to see her tits, so I unsnap it and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts make my mouth water.

Giving us a shy grin, she says, “Thank you, Daddies.”

“We’ll probably put the cuffs back on you again at some point,” I say. “I like the aesthetic, baby girl.”

Roark unzips his pants and pulls out his cock. His shirt keeps falling in the way. He tugs it off so he can stroke himself. “Want to lick it, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Daddy. It looks like it tastes good.”

Fuck. She sounds so innocent and wicked at the same time.

I yank off my shirt and push my jeans down enough to free my cock. Penny looks over her shoulder at me as I wrap it in a condom. I use the tip to trace some of the pink marks on her ass.

“Suck on Daddy Roark,” I say, “so he can hear you moan while I fill you up.”

She braces herself with her hands on his knees and leans forward. Roark groans in approval as her lips close over the crown of his dick.

“Little girl,” he says in a choked voice, “you are far too good at this.”

She simply makes a pleased hum and continues sucking. I grab her hip and line my cock up with her pussy.

“Let Daddy in,” I say, rubbing myself in her wetness.

Another happy hum of approval from Penny.

“That’s a good girl.” I slide into the best place I’ll ever be.

Penny

These men have transformed me. I’m no longer the scared woman on the run who was operating on flawed instincts. My original plan to run away had been terrible. Now I have no plan, but it’s okay because…I don’t know why it’s okay.

Everything is okay when I’m sandwiched between these two and they’re moaning in pleasure and telling me what a good girl I am.

Cameron skims his hands over my stinging ass like he’s admiring the marks they made. I wish I could see it, like float above myself to enjoy the picture we make together. A woman on her knees, leaning forward to suck off one man while another one fucks her from behind.

And we’re not in a hurry. This is slow, purposeful. I love how considerate they’re being. How they checked in all along—after my time with Clive, I forgot what it was like for someone to ask about consent. It’s not that Clive assaulted me, it was more that he didn’t care whether I liked what he was doing.

Roark and Cameron care. Their care is seeped into every movement, stroke, and touch. Every thrust and drag of their cocks, every caress of their hands over my body.

Roark feels incredible in my mouth, hard and smooth, heavy against my tongue. I suck hard and hollow my cheeks, then swirl my tongue around the head as best I can manage.

And the way Cameron fucks me? Holy shit, I have been missing out my whole adult life—I might be able to come a second time, and I don’t usually come from penetration, much less come twice in one session. I’m not sure which part I like best—when he pushes in, or when he pulls out.

“Fuck, I could come right now,” Cameron says.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Roark growls. “You make her come first. I want to hear her scream around my cock.”

“You’re such a bossy asshole,” Cameron says, but there’s no heat to his words. I get the sense that, of the two, he’s the carefree guy who makes jokes out of everything, and Roark keeps both of them grounded. Together they form the sexiest combo I’ve ever encountered.

Roark cups the side of my face and stares into my eyes. “Keep looking at me, sweetheart.”

I could stare into those eyes of his for ages. His irises are a gorgeous brown with a hypnotic golden ring around the pupil. So beautiful.

“You’re doing great,” he says. “Your daddies are very happy.”

The praise warms me through and through. My daddies. My daddies. That’s another thing I can’t believe. I know we’re playing and this is only sexy good fun. They aren’t truly my daddies, at least not in a forever sort of way. But the idea they could be? It makes me feel like anything is possible.

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