Page 48 of Wicked Pursuit

“Do you have a problem with us fucking you otherwise?” He pauses, his eyes roving over my face. “With us coming on you?”

“No,” I manage. “I want it.” For the experience, yes, but also for what will come after when Casimir finds me.

“Okay.” He releases me and sits back on his heels. “Let her up, Jason.”

Jason obeys immediately. I scoot away from them, my confusion making me move slowly. I clear my throat. “Um. What happens now?”

The older guy, the one who was so kind for a moment, grins, his teeth a flash in the shadows. “Run, little one. You have a chance to escape, but if we catch you a second time, we’re both going to fuck that pretty pussy.” He pulls two condoms out of his pocket and tosses one to Jason. “You have until we get these on to try to escape.”

Oh.Oh. A continuation of the game, getting us back to the place where we’re immersed in the chase, now with the established boundary. It makes me dizzy, and I struggle to my feet and run again. But not very fast. And not very far.

They catch me before I make it around the next corner. Jason takes me down in a tackle, somehow making it nearly painless. He pins me facedown on the ground, the gritty tile biting into my bare skin. My robe is more bondage than anything else at this point, preventing me from fighting effectively.

Or maybe I’m not effective Iwantthem to fuck me here, like the predators they’re playing, to take their pleasure from me, to use me. I don’t know if that’s fucked up or if it’s freedom, but I crave this on a level I wasn’t prepared for.

Jason grabs the back of my neck, holding me down, and then his cock is there, shoving into me so hard and fast that I scream. I’m wet enough that it doesn’t actually hurt, but he’s not pausing to make sure. I love it.

My knees scrape against the ground as I struggle, and I can’t begin to say if I’m struggling to get away from the onslaught of fucking or to get closer, to take him deeper. He abruptly pulls out of me, and I feel his knuckles against my ass as he yanks off the condom and jacks himself a few times before his come lashes my ass and the small of my back. “Fuck, but that’s good pussy. Too good.”

Jason moves back, and I barely have time to tense before the other guy takes his place. He’s not any gentler. His cock isn’t quite as long, but it’s thick enough to stretch me uncomfortably. “Stop!” It’s a test, an instinctive response. Not “yellow.” Not “red.” Just more game.

He doesn’t even hesitate to fuck me harder. Three strokes, and then he pulls out. “Flip her over.”

Jason does exactly that, rolls me onto my back and pins my arms above my head as his friend grabs my hips and shoves into me again. It’s so dark in here that they’re little more than shadows over me, fucking me roughly. I could be anyone.Theycould be anyone.

Pleasure coils inside me. I dig my heels into the ground, arching up. “Please.”

His laughter has none of the kindness he showed me when I yellowed out. “Little slut pretending she doesn’t like it.”

“She’s going to come on your cock while she cries no,” Jason rumbles. He shifts my wrists to one hand and roughly palms my breasts. “Pretty tits. You should come on them. A little ‘fuck you’ to Wolf.”

The one fucking me curses and shoves deeper yet. “Can’t blame him for being homicidal over this pussy.”

The way they’re talking is crass in the extreme. I should hate it. Maybe. Probably. But instead it just drives my desire higher, hotter. My orgasm surges closer.

“Jesus, Rick. Just thinking about it is getting me hard again.”

“No one around.” Rick’s voice has gone harsher. He’s close. “No reason not to go again.” He pulls out of me, moving faster than he has right to, and straddles my ribs.

I thrash and twist, but there’s nowhere to go as he pulls off the condom and jacks himself, quick and hard, until he comes all over my chest, all over my collar. He shifts up and wipes his cock over my lips, jerking back with a laugh when I snap my teeth at him. “Still got fight in her.”

“Get her arms.”

They switch positions. Now that he’s orgasmed, Rick starts using his free hand to play with my breasts, pinching my nipples roughly. “You like this, don’t you? Like us fucking you like this, treating you like the dirty little slut you are.”

“No,” I whisper, lifting my hips to take Jason’s condom-covered cock again. My body is alight with a thousand little pains, and Rick’s fingers on my nipples have my orgasm tightening. I’m so fucking close, Jason pounding my pussy hard enough to leave scrapes on my ass from my thrashing on the tile floors.

Movement to the side draws my attention. A shadow detaches itself from a nearby tree, shifting just enough that I knowheknows I see him.

Wolf. Casimir.

Watching these two men fuck me. He shifts forward just enough that I can see his face, can see the murderous rage there. He wants to kill them, to slit their throats and then fuck me in their blood. Not being able to must be driving him feral.

The fact that he’s watching, unable to stop this, seeing them take what he’s claimed as his?

I come so hard, I shriek.

Jason curses. “Holy fuck, I’m going to—” He pulls out of me almost too late, the condom only half off when he comes all over my pussy. “Maybe we should takeherto Reaper and have a night with her be our reward. Rushing this has me too worked up.” He lets out a rough laugh and drags his still-hard cock through his come, spreading it over my folds.

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