Page 30 of Handcuffed By the Bounty Hunters

Finally, Roark’s legs brush against mine. He’s in, all the way. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to, but he seems to want me still for the moment, because all he does is breathe deeply and stroke my ass, hips, and back.

“Such a good girl,” he says. “Our future wife. You’re perfect for us, you know that?”

“I want to be,” I say.

“You’re perfect, just as you are.”

Their words warm me just as thoroughly as their bodies do.

Cameron says, “We’re going to let you fuck us now, baby girl.”

“What do you mean?”

“We hold still,” Cameron says, “and you take what you need.”

“I can’t, I don’t know how,” I say. It’s always the other way around when they take my ass and pussy at the same time—I basically move when I can, but they’re so much more forceful, there isn’t much that I can do.

“Try,” Roark says, pulling out slightly.

It feels unnatural at first, and the angles aren’t quite right. But then I discover that if I roll my hips in exactly one specific motion, I can alternate taking them in. And if I do it just right, my clit can drag over Cameron’s base at the same time.

“You’ve got this.” Cameron cups my face, interrupting my rhythm to kiss me.

Roark reaches around me and takes one of my breasts in his hand, tweaking the nipple between his fingertips and driving me wild.

“Daddies,” I say. “Daddies, please.”

“What do you need, sweetheart?” Roark asks.

“I don’t—I don’t know.” I continue rocking my hips, feeling frantic and feverish. “I think I’m close.”

“So are we,” Cameron says.

“You’re always close,” Roark says with a soft laugh.

“I need you, I want you to fill me up,” I say.

“Are we going to fill our little wife with come?” Cameron asks.

Oh fuck. “Yes, please, yes.”

Roark plants a kiss on my shoulder before rearing up behind me. “If that’s what our little girl-wife wants…”

“Yes, I want it, I need your come,” I say.

The careful rhythm I’d created is lost as the men start fucking me frantically. I continue to move as best I can, but there’s not much I can do—they are thoroughly, completely in charge.

Cameron’s blue eyes are nearly black. He groans. “You better come soon, baby girl. I’m giving you my come whether you’re ready or not.”

“Let’s go, sweetheart,” Roark says. “We’re giving you what you want, so you better come for us.”

The pulsing heat between my legs expands, tightening every muscle in my body. My orgasm is imminent, building and building.

I lose all control as white-hot pleasure ripples through me. I shout Roark’s and Cameron’s names in an incoherent jumble, screaming with bliss for my daddies.

They come soon after, Cameron first, groaning and clenching my hips as he empties into my pussy. Next Roark swears and shouts, “Penny,” before thrusting a final time into me. I can feel both of them pulsing with their release.

For a few seconds, we remain as we are, frozen in bliss. But then Roark gets up to clean himself and bring me a washcloth. When we’re done wiping up, he climbs back into bed with Cameron and me.

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