Page 21 of Filthy and Dirty with my Captors

“About kidnapping me?” I pant, pulling his shirt up over his head. I know that’s not what he means, but I plan to make jabs like that for eternity.

“In my head, the kidnapping was much more sexual,” he groans, tugging the fabric of my dress down to expose my breast. “If I let my body talk, I’d have bent you over that very first night and taken you for myself. You know how much it killed me to find out Moose had his cock in your pretty, little mouth?”

My heart rate skyrockets. “I was trying to manipulate him.”

“Did you like it?”

I’m not sure if I should lie or tell the truth, so I say nothing.

He repeats the question, this time with his hand on my chin and his gaze staring directly into my soul. “Did you like it?”

“I did,” I say, nearly breathless, nervous for what the truth means. Also, why does it turn me on so much to say it?

His lips land on mine with a crushing urge as his thick fingers dig into my hair. I’ve never been touched like this. Never had the warm breath of a man on my body. Never felt the hands of another human on my flesh so desperately.

His kiss moves down my body, covering my neck, my collarbone, my breasts, and my stomach before landing on my inner thigh with a passionate growl.

“We should do this right,” he groans, kissing over my seam gently.

I have no idea what doing ‘this’right means at this point. My body needs to be touched, and I love Owen. I’ve waited forthis moment forever, but there’s more happening here. “I owe myself to the man who bought me, Owen.”

He kisses my pussy, breathing in my scent as though he’s an animal, as though he’s drunk on my pheromones. “You don’t owe yourself to anyone. You’re mine.”

I stagger in a deep breath, unsure if I’ll be able to stop the urgent throbbing between my legs. He kisses my mound over and over, slowly sliding his tongue through my seam, flicking my eager, swollen nub with pressure.

My hips rise without thought and grind against his face, finding whatever edges it can to focus on. I think maybe I’ve hit his nose or his chin, I’m not sure, but the feeling growing between my legs is unavoidable.

I can’t stop.

He grips my hips and growls into my pussy, sucking and nibbling at my clit. I’m going to die.

“Don’t stop!” I shout, grinding up into him harder and harder. My fingertips weave into his hair and I pull up, grinding, and moaning as desperation takes over every cell in my body. “I think I’m gonna come.”

The world could be on fire right now and I wouldn’t give two fucks. The only thing my brain can focus on currently is this feeling. This mindless, desperate aching, as an orgasm rips its way up through my body.

“Come for him,” a deep voice echoes beside us, and I jump, grinding into Owen’s face at an angle that sets a domino effect into motion. I turn my head to the side and see Hawk standing in the doorway, his big hand brushing over the bulge in his jeans. “Come on, sweetheart. Give him your come.”

The sight is startling, but in a good way. I’ve never thought of anyone watching before. I never imagined what it would be like to have another man jerking off while I was being pleasured. Turns out, I like it…a lot.

Owen doesn’t stop. He eats me faster and more furiously as though he can taste how excited I am, as though he also likes the idea of Hawk watching.

My ass sticks to the couch with each lift of my hips, and soon, I’m screaming with ecstasy as my body convulses with pleasure. I’ve never felt this unhinged. Every nerve fires without warning and my body spasms beneath his kiss.

Dear Lord, I’ve been missing so much. I can’t believe anyone thinks masturbation is a substitute for this.

Owen leans off the pressure on my pussy, kissing me gently, lapping up my wetness, running his tongue over my soaking seam with a pleased grumble under his breath. “Damn.” He kisses me again, paying no attention to Hawk on the other side of the room. His lips land on my cut knee, my stomach, my nipple, my neck, the lobe of my ear. “Sorry I didn’t stop. I’ve been desperate for those noises far too long. You doin’ okay?”

“Yeah.” I grin uncontrollably wide, still feeling a twitch between my legs.

He kisses beneath the lobe of my ear again before turning toward Hawk with a lopsided grin. “I knew we were buddies, but this is new.”

Hawk’s cock is rock hard and every ounce of me wants to kneel before these men and suck both of them dry.

What the fuck is wrong with me? They both kidnapped me. They’ve both lied to me. They both think they know better than I do. Counterpoint, they’re insanely hot and I really do believe Owen took me for good reasons… if such a thing exists.

Hawk clears his throat. “Yeah, well, I wasn’t expecting to walk in on…that.You’re in the living room. You know that, right?”

“Fair.” Owen rolls up from the couch and crosses his biceps over one another. “What’s up?”

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