Page 22 of Filthy and Dirty with my Captors

I’m not ready to move into the ‘what’s up’part of the conversation. I want to go back to how hard their dicks are, how badly they need me on my knees, how I want their come all over me.

“Oh.” Hawk exhales loudly and readjusts his dick.How is the man so damn handsome also blessed with an eggplant that big, and how do I turn this back into a conversation about sexual favors?“I, ugh…” Hawk glances toward me as I pull the strap of my dress down slowly and stand from the couch. I don’t know who this girl is, where she came from, or what the hell she’s doing, but she keeps moving. I’ve never had an out-of-body experience, but I imagine it feels like muscles contracting one after the other, moving your body into a position your brain can’t comprehend.

For me, that position is on my knees, staring up at Hawk and Owen, desperate to forget about everything, and turn this kidnapping into a fantasy from Barbie’s Dreamhouse.

Chapter Eight

Rosie

The last time I was on my knees like this, I was coercing Moose to feel sorry for me. The intention was nefarious, but the moment we had together was something more—something darkly perfect. I never imagined in reality that I’d be the girl that loved the taste of cock, or the girl that craved the way a dick filled my throat, or the girl that sucked two men off at once, but here I am, living the dream. The only thing missing is Moose.

Truth be told, he’s probably not interested. I got the feeling in that moment he was rather pissed that I was using him, and though we sort of connected on the bed after he stitched me up, I don’t think he’d ever want anything sexual from me, not for real.

“What are you doing, Birdie?” Owen stares down at me, cock hard. “Come on, get up. You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

“No, take off your pants.” I glance toward Hawk. “You too.”

They look toward each other in the heat of the room as though they’re both seeking permission. This look alone on its own has my clit throbbing. They’re so big and strong, yet so weak before me.

“Your knee. You’re going to hurt yourself down there like that, sweetheart.” Hawk reaches down to help me up, but I flinch away.

“No, I’m not sitting on it directly. I’m okay. Come on… both of you.” My voice is shaking as I say, “I want you to come all over me. I need it.”

Owen strokes his hand down over his reddened face. “Birdie! Shit! What are you talking about?”

“Don’t you want to?” I move my pouty gaze back and forth between Owen and Hawk, desperate to feel them in my mouth, aching for their come all over my skin.

“Of course, but both of us?” Owen rubs the back of his neck. “You like that idea?” He asks as though he wants to hear me say it.

I nod and stare toward Owen as I pull the zipper of Hawk’s jeans down, slowly revealing his big, hard cock. “I’ve been thinking about all of you, Owen, and I want to make all of you happy. Will you let me do that? Will you come all over me?”

Who the hell am I?

Hawk pushes his big fingers through my hair and groans before he glances toward Owen. “Dude, I’ve gotta feel her lips. We good?” There’s desperation and urgency in his throat as he waits for approval from his buddy to touch the girl he loves.

Owen hesitates, breathing as though he isn’t sure what to feel or think. Maybe I shouldn’t have sprung this on him. Maybe we should have sat down somewhere and talked about our feelings for a while before I introduced his buddy into the mix. Then again, Owen kidnapped me, blindfolded me, lied to me, and messed up my chance to finally get ahead in life. I think that earns me the upper hand for a while. Besides, there’s an eagerness in his eyes that tells me he doesn’t hate what’s happening.

I lean forward and lick Hawk’s cock base to tip, rolling my tongue around before taking him deep in my throat.

Owen backs up, and for a second, I think maybe I’ve crossed a line. Instead, he growls under his breath and stepsforward, watching as I suck off his friend. “Why is that so fucking hot? Good girl, Birdie. Suck him harder.”

Oh God…he likes it.

I cup my hand around Hawk’s massive cock and stroke as I suck and make a sloppy mess of saliva and pre-come.

“Just like that, pretty girl.” Owen tugs at his cock through the fabric before unleashing his giant. I’ve been around him long enough that I’ve got a pretty good idea what he’s working with, but I’ve never seen it before, not like this, not in the flesh. “Come kiss it.” He positions his cock next to Hawk’s, making the transition easy for my lips to move back and forth.

He leans his head back and groans low in his throat. “My God, Birdie, I can still smell your excitement on my face. You feel so fucking good.”

I suck him harder as Hawk watches. Then, I switch back and suck Hawk, as Owen strokes his dick beside me. This goes on and on. The men barking orders, moaning, growling, fingering through my hair, moving my head at their whim, my lips pushing back and forth over their cocks as my tongue circles and works.

It’s heaven. A dark little heaven that I never want to leave.

“Go deep on him, Birdie,” Owen demands, stroking his cock next to my face. “I want his come all over your soft skin.”

I’ve never been so excited in my life, and never has my clit beat harder than my heart—until now.

Hawk fingers through my hair and pushes my head forward until I’m gagging on his cock, tears falling down my cheeks. “Fuck, sweetheart. Fuck…” Hawk’s tone is deep and desperate. “You feel so fuckin’ good. Keep going. Fuck…” He pushes the back of my head into him one final time as he lunges forward, spilling hot come into my mouth.

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