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I can’t deny either of them. Moving my hand to her core, my fingers trail through her wetness.Shes fucking drenched. Finding the bundle of nerves at her apex, I strum softly at first. She responds with a soft moan that travels straight to my tightening balls.Fuck, this girl does things to me.

“You like that, little bird?” I rub faster, and Derek matches my pace, fucking her tight hole harder. “Are you going to be our good girl and come all over our hands?”

“Yes!” she screams, throwing her head back.

“She’s so close, brother. Don’t stop,” Derek commands unnecessarily. I wouldn’t dare stop right now. I’m desperate to watch her fall over the edge.

“Fuck!” Charlie yells, her hips bucking off the couch as she chases her release.

“Come for us, bunny. Be our good girl and show your captives how much you like being used.”

Charlie immediately obeys, her entire body going rigid as she screams out in ecstasy. Her wild pleasure is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Suddenly, wetness squirts from her as she moans and screams. Her release sprays my hand and arm.

“Fuck baby,yes,” Derek moans while watching her with fiery intensity. “Cover your men in your release, our slutty little virgin.”

I’ve never had a girl squirt before, andfuck me, it’s fucking incredible. Watching her release cover us is a whole new level of pleasure. Derek removes his hands from inside her and brings his cum-coated fingers to my mouth. I pause, eyeing him dubiously, before sticking out my tongue and licking them clean.Fuck. She tastes like fucking heaven.

With a feral growl, Derek pulls his fingers from my mouth and hauls me up to my feet as we loom over our girl. Ragged breaths saw from her lungs, body slumping against the couch as she starts to come down from her orgasm. Derek pumps himself once, twice, and then erupts. White strings of cum shoot across Charlie’s flushed face and tits.

Goddamnit, what a fucking sight. The way she’s covered in our markings and Derek’s cum is my undoing.

My balls start to tighten, my motions quickening as I’m desperate to paint her in my cum, too. My thigh spasms, my release rocketing through me and my cum coating her skin.

“Look at you,” Derek pants, a sated look etching his face. “Such a dirty girl, bunny. First you cover us in your cum, then you take all of ours. Such a dirty little slut.”

Our dirty little slut.And I’m definitely not letting her go.

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Cupping my hands around the warm enamel mug, I bring the freshly brewed coffee to my lips and lean back against Derek's hard form. This isn't exactly what I had in mind when I pictured snuggling up with a warm drink and a pretty winter view this Christmas. We’re cuddled up on a comfy bench on the front porch, watching the tranquil forest surrounding us. It's surprisingly peaceful here, with my captor.

I shift around in his lap, my muscles aching with each movement. My body is so deliciously sore. Last night was the first time they touched me that it wasn't a punishment. There was still pain and force, but it wasn't used as a weapon; it was used to drive the pleasure we all felt. And I liked it. Ireallyliked it.

I should hit him over the head with the mug and run. I know that–and yet, my urge to run from them is starting to fade. With each orgasm they pull from me, each tender moment we share, each possessive and fucked up exchange that happens between the three of us, my urge to flee fades. I’m starting to fall for mymonsters. And that might be the most terrifying part of all of this.

Derek's large hand clamps down on my thigh, giving it a squeeze as his warm breath tickles the shell of my ear. "Keep moving like that and I'll fuck your right here, little bunny."

His words make my core tighten, memories of last night flooding into my mind. God, when Derek had multiple fingers inside me, stretching me wide while Wyatt rubbed my clit, I swear the world fucking tilted on its axis. I've never felt anything like that before–I didn't even know it was possible to feel such bliss. When it came to sex, I expected it would consist of me spread wide on some rich asshole's bed while his sweaty and hairy form pumped his tiny dick into me for sixty seconds. Never did I imagine it could involve a set of hot, muscular brothers using me in any way they wanted while calling me their whore.

That word shouldn't excite me the way it does.

I can’t wait for more.

The wind kicks up, the cold breeze brushing over my flushed skin as fresh white flakes start to fall.

"Storm's moving in," Wyatt says, bringing the ax down on another log.

"Will we be okay out here?" I ask, my eyes flicking back and forth between my two men as I set my mug down.

"We'll be fine." Derek's hand glides up my thigh, cupping my pussy through my leggings. "My little brother here is quite the fucking boy scout, aren't you?"

"Could get more done if you'd fucking help," Wyatt grits out, back muscles rippling under his tight long-sleeved shirt as he hauls another chunk of wood up to cut. The thought of those muscles holding me, caging me in, moving on top of me, makes my pussy tingle in anticipation.

"Hop up," Derek murmurs, tapping my ass. Reluctantly, I slide off his lap as he pushes to his feet and saunters overto Wyatt. "Chill out," he smirks, grabbing his crotch. "I've got plenty of wood to keep you warm." His hazel eyes flicker over to me as he adds, "both of you."

Wyatt grumbles something under his breath as he bends down, gathering an armful of wood and stalking off around back. I don't miss the growing bulge at the front of his jeans, Derek's words affecting him in more ways than just annoyance. And fuck if that doesn’t make me even more desperate for them. I want to watch them together. The thought is filthy in the best possible way.

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