Page 29 of Handcuffed By the Bounty Hunters

“No,” Cameron says, yanking away his fingers and instead gripping my wrists. “You will be still, or I will tie you up with rope and make you be still. Which is it?”

“I’ll be still,” I say. Although the rope is fun, too. Cameron knows how to tie me up in very pretty knots.

But then the next spank has me jerking forward.

“Ah, ah,” Cameron says, reaching for one of my nipples and pinching it—hard.

“Ow!” I yelp, even as the pain travels straight to my clit.

“You moved,” he says. “Naughty girls get punished.”

“It’s not my fault, that spanking was really hard,” I say.

“You wear my handprints beautifully,” Roark says, leaning forward to plant a whiskery kiss against my stinging ass cheek.

I breathe through the sensation, determined not to move a muscle.

“Good girl.” Cameron leans up to take my punished nipple in his mouth, his tongue both soothing and arousing.

The snapping sound of the lube container makes me shiver in anticipation.

“Hold still,” Cameron says, giving my thigh a quick swat.

It’s a warning, though, not a true punishment. Probably because he’s about to lose patience with the cockwarming, too. His eyes are wild when he looks into mine, the usual slate blue closer to navy.

Liquid, slippery and cool, drips against my crack. I turn to look over my shoulder because I don’t want to miss out on the sight of Roark lubing up his dick, his strong hand stroking up and down the length.

He catches me looking and grins. “You think you deserve this cock, little girl?”

“I don’t know if I deserve it, Daddy, but I really, really want it.”

“I bet you do. Turn around and I’ll give it to you.”

I face Cameron once more. His smile turns sadistic as he reaches back and grabs my stinging ass cheeks to spread me apart for Roark.

“Daddy…” I whimper.

The head of Roark’s cock pushes at my entrance. I’m already so full of Cameron in my pussy, taking another cock sounds impossible. Logically, I know it can work. We’ve done it many times before. But there’s always that moment when I think Cameron or Roark simply will not fit.

“Breathe, baby girl,” Cameron says. “You know we’ll make it good for you.”

To underline that statement, he drags his length out slowly before thrusting just as slowly back into me.

I sob with need.

Roark pushes forward. Tight, so tight. He groans with appreciation. “Fuck, feels good.”

“I can feel you, too,” Cameron says. “It’s so much tighter, fuck.”

“Neither of you is allowed to fucking come before I even get in all the way,” Roark warns.

I want to laugh, but it might set off our orgasms. Cameron and I are notorious for coming super fast, although at least the two of us are always ready to go again right away.

Roark keeps thrusting in and in and in. I hold as still as I can, but my body starts shaking. Cameron doesn’t discipline me, though, because at this point, I can’t control anything.

“I’m trying to be good, Daddy,” I say.

“I know you are, baby girl.” He lets go of my ass with one hand so he can fondle one of my breasts, tweaking the sensitive nipple.

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