Page 49 of Their Princess

Sas had apparently discarded her, but it didn’t seem to stop the prospect from fucking his sloppy seconds.

Where were he and Graff, anyway?

Kaos’s eyes never left mine, so maybe she was fucking with me. Boasting that she had gone off with Sas, who was, for all intents and purposes, mine. Had that been intentional?

She turned back to the guy, riding his cock like there was no tomorrow. Her screaming only got louder, and it spurred the rest of the bunnies into a screeching war about who could fake an orgasm better.

And yeah, theywerefake. I may never have ridden a real cock, but I had toys, and I’d had plenty of orgasms. If they were real, the girls would lock up. Screams might happen, but they’d be longer and uncontrolled. Not this intentional whimpering or piercingah-ah-ahwhile they bounced like rubber balls. The action around the fire looked and sounded like cackling hyenas.

None of the guys seemed to notice or care, however, and why would they? They thought they were doling out pleasure. And these bunnies were really setting women back twenty years while stroking the bikers’ egos as much as their cocks.

They gave these assholes too much cock-sure confidence. Why would they want all the men around them only thinking with their dicks?

Also, where were the condoms? Weren’t any of them afraid of disease? Didn’t matter. There wasn’t a cock here I would let within ten feet of my cunt.

Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to matter how repulsive the scene was, the V at the tops of my thighs felt damp. All the sex in the air was doing something to me, whether I wanted to admit it or not. The evidence had been there before Graff had gone inside and the orgy was only beginning.

I guessed this arousal was why people watched porn.

Like she could read my fucking mind, Kaos flipped her hair over her shoulder and looked back at me again. She had her hands braced on the prospect underneath her, riding him up and down and sideways, all while looking at me.

The prospect tapped her thigh, and Kaos climbed off him. I thought he might’ve spent himself, but his cock was still erect. Kaos bent toward him and then took his length in her mouth, opening her throat to swallow the whole damn thing.

I grimaced. Gag reflex, much?

Her eyes still bored into me, like she was undressing me, and my cheeks flushed.

My core clenched.

What the actual fuck?

It wasn’t really Kaos, but she had me under a spell. I had no desire to be with her, but I wanted tobeher. No, that wasn’t it either. I wanted—what?

To do that to a man? To taste myself on a guy’s cock?

I jerked my head back—absolutely not. No way I’d allow this old boys club to pass me around like a flask at a funeral.

“These girls are whores,” I muttered to myself, looking down at the music queue again and picking out songs to play next. “I’ll never be one of them. I’m not a slut. Not a bunny. Definitely not an old lady.”

I didn’t belong to the MC. Never would. I was better than someone who would open their pussy lips for whatever cock stood at attention.

Focusing on the music, I added a song to the top of the queue before scrolling through the rest of the playlist. I blanched. Graff had three hours-worth of tunes. That had to be just a precaution. No way the orgy was going to continue for three more hours before the men just expended themselves and passed the fuck out.

Kaos screamed again, and I snapped my head up. How, with a dick in her mouth?

But she was on another cock. Men were just lining up for her, their cocks at the ready. Some stroked themselves by the fire as they waited.

Gang-bang, anyone?

Leaving the music to play, I kicked myself away from the speakers. I needed to find Rafe.

As I walked through the warehouse in my skirt and thin, damp panties, my thighs chaffed. Out front, I looked for Rafe’s bike in line with the others, but it was gone.

He was gone.

The realization made me want to barf. Why didn’t he tell me where he was going? Or better yet, why didn’t he bring me along?

I clenched my fists and stomped my foot. Stranded at the warehouse with bikers and whores. Fucking wonderful. How was I supposed to get away now?

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