Page 17 of Handcuffed By the Bounty Hunters

Behind me, Cameron leans forward. He brings a hand around to my pussy and finds my clit, rubbing it in time with his strokes. Pulses of pleasure grow with every movement, stoking a blaze of pleasure that will soon become an inferno.

“Are you going to come for us?” Cameron asks. “Hmm, baby girl? You came so pretty after your spanking, I want to see you do it again.”

Yes. Yes, I’m going to come for them. My body has been preparing for it, my muscles tightening, pussy clenching.

My jaw is starting to ache from being open so wide, but I don’t care. Pleasure is swirling through my veins, hot as lava. Nothing could make me stop now. We’re following this through to its cataclysmic ending.

“You’re going to come for us, baby,” Cameron says. “I can’t wait to feel your little cunt milking my cock, and Roark wants you to scream around his. We’re going to fill you up.”

His words light me on fire, that filthy mouth of his, damn. The tension in my body is extreme, just a few more strokes?—

“Look at me,” Roark instructs, his hand still warm on my cheek. “Look at me and scream while you come.”

“Now, baby,” Cameron adds.

I have no other choice but to let the pleasure wring me out completely. I scream around Roark’s cock, just as he wanted. The sound is muffled and raw. Every nerve in my body is a pleasure point, every muscle is a vehicle for pleasure.

Roark starts coming, groaning my name while his cock twitches and spurts in my mouth. I swallow him down as best I can, but some of the come escapes from the corner of my mouth. When he pulls out, he uses his thumb to wipe the leaking come away and feeds it back between my lips.

Cameron lets out a victorious shout and slams into my pussy so hard, I can feel his balls slapping against me with the force. He goes rigid behind me and his cock pulses with his orgasm.

“Fucking hell, this was incredible,” Cameron says as he eases out of me. “You are incredible, baby girl. Gimme three minutes and let’s do it all over again.”

Roark chuckles and checks my lips for more mess. He looks the happiest and most relaxed I’ve ever seen him. Once he pulls his pants back up, he lifts me onto his lap.

“I’m all messy,” I say.

“I don’t care,” he says as he kisses my cheek and nudges my face so that he can plunder my mouth with his tongue. His whiskers are ticklish against my skin, and I grin into the kiss. He pulls back briefly to stare at me in wonder. “I can fucking taste myself on you, sweetheart, mixed with the taste of you. It’s addictive.”

Cameron joins us on the cot, which creaks dangerously beneath our combined weight. He runs his fingers through my short hair and tilts my head back so he can take a turn kissing me.

“You’re right, she tastes like come,” he says. “Our dirty little girl, I love it.”

When he lets me go, I snuggle my head against Roark’s giant chest. Roark scoots back on the cot so he can lean against the wall. Cameron grabs the blanket and wraps it around my shoulders, then joins us.

Roark says, “Sleep, little girl. Your daddies will protect you.”

My heart melts. He’s still calling himself and Cameron my daddies. If I’m not careful, I might fall even harder for them.

“What about turning me in?” I whisper.

“Ironwood is a good company,” Roark says. “We’ll take you there and work with our bosses to figure out how to deal with Oberon.”

I reach behind me until I find Cameron’s hand. I want to touch them both while I sleep.

It’s probably just the sex hormones working through my body, but I’m starting to trust these filthy, wicked bounty hunters.

Cameron

I don’t know how to tell her in a way that she’ll trust and believe me, but this girl, Penny Govier, is the girl for me.

I want to keep her forever. I’ll even share her with Roark if I have to.

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Roark

After a couple of hours, Penny is still asleep. My back is fucking killing me where I lean against the wall, but no force in heaven or hell can make me let her go.

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