Page 40 of Filthy and Dirty with my Captors

“Good girl, Birdie. Take my cock, just like that.” His face is red, and his jaw is tight. “Oh fuck, here it is…” He thrusts harder and harder, erratically thumping against my hips before his shoulders relax and he pulls out of me with a sigh. “Fuck… you’re covered in come now.” He positions himself between mylegs, watching as come drips from within me and soaks the sheets. “I love seeing us all mixed together like this. Filling you up, covering you.”

“Come here, little girl. Climb up on me.” Moose’s hands guide me up onto his hips and over his waiting cock as though he’s going to slide inside me again. “Hawk is gonna slide into your ass while I fuck your little pussy again. Can you handle all that?”

No. I’m one hundred and ten percent sure I cannot handle all that. They’re both so big and strong. How could I ever take two inside of me at once? And in my ass? I’ve only ever seen that in porn, and from what I hear, it hurts. Like really hurts. That said, I’m having an experience tonight. I’m opening myself up to anything and everything these men want to do to me.

“I’ll try.” I climb up onto Moose’s lap and sink onto his thick cock, again feeling a completely different kind of stretch. This one is more direct and at a different angle than either of the guys had gone in at before. I like the control I have here.

Owen trails wet hot kisses down my back and onto my neck as I rock against Moose’s cock and Hawk slides between my ass cheeks.

Fuck!How did I get here? How did I manage to get myself in a place where every inch of my body is adored? Where three huge, rough men take me over and make me their own? The place where two massive dicks are penetrating me?

Hawk kisses my shoulder as he slides into me deeper.

“Ah… okay… go slow,” I pant as both men fill me up.

Moose kisses me over and over, sliding his tongue against mine as I moan into his mouth. I can smell myself on his beard as my tits scrape against his hairy chest. Where I’d normally be in control in this position, having Hawk behind me changes that. Right now, he’s in control, rocking me back and forth on Moose’s cock as Owen watches and cheers me on.

“You look so good between them,” Owen groans as Hawk digs his cock deeper into my ass.

“Faster,” Moose calls out. I think he’s talking to Hawk. “Fuck her harder. I’m gonna come.”

Oh my God, what the hell is happening?

Hawk picks up speed, thrusting harder and harder, pressing me onto Moose’s cock faster.

“Right here. Keep going,” Moose groans. “Keep her right there.” His face turns red, his shoulders tighten, and he comes again before I hear the same growl and methodical thrusting from Hawk.

My body clenches down on their cocks and a rush of warmth tickles its way up my spine as pressure builds in my hips and finally explodes.

“Good, fuckin’ girl,” Moose growls, holding me tight as Hawk rubs my back and thrusts the last bit of pleasure he has inside of me.

I whimper as I’m pushed back and forth between the men, my orgasm sending my body into uncontrollable convulsions. Owen runs his fingers back and forth up my spine, my nerves pulsating signals to places I didn’t know existed. As I climb off, hot come drips from my ass and onto my ankle before I collapse against Moose’s chest.

I’m falling apart.No, I’ve fallen apart. What just happened?

I’m not sure I’ve ever been this relaxed in my life. This is some kind of paradise. A place in time where bodies communicate without words and nerves react and release without notice. A place where my body is a temple for three big, strong men. A place where I’m safe, loved, and cared for. The best part is, I know this is forever, and nothing can change that.

Chapter Seventeen

Rosie

Two Years Later

I stand at the end of the driveway with a basket of fresh baked goods. I’d only planned to put bread, eggs, and flowers out at the roadside stand, but it’s turned into so much more. The guys have built me a bifold stand that holds three top-to-bottom racks for goods. People here really seem to love the variety.

Aside from the items I’d planned, I’ve been making all kinds of seasonal cookies and jams. This week I’m trying out a few spice jars with herbs from the garden, and I’ve left a number of paintings that people might be interested in. Most of them are of the barn or places around the farm that I enjoy spending time in. The hayloft has a particularly great view of the mountains at sunrise, though I haven’t been up there since before I got pregnant.

“You’re not supposed to be out here,” Owen says, kissing my lips gently. “I thought we agreed you’re on bedrest.”

I know I should learn to listen… just a little, but clearly, I have a problem with that. “I’m headed inside now. I just wanted to get the inventory stocked before people started coming by.” I’ve noticed that we see most of our traffic in the early morning hours and again around four o’clock, though we do have a few folks that’ll meander by randomly throughout the day.

I set the last of the herbs out for sale, check that the payment box is locked, and hook into Owen’s arm as we make our way up the walk toward the old farmhouse we’ve recently renovated. It’s a good thing, too. We’re going to need the extra space with triplets on the way.

We hired out some of the work, but most of the labor came straight from the three men I love more than anyone on this planet. They put up walls, tore down wallpaper, reconfigured the kitchen, put in new appliances, and turned the old farmhouse into an eight-bedroom mini mansion, complete with every modern fixture and appliance I’d ever dreamed of—while keeping the vintage charm of the place intact.

The money fromFantasy Driverwas a huge help in making that dream come true, but the memories of all the guys bare chested, working together to make my visions a reality is what will stick in my head forever.

“What are you ready for tonight? The guys and I are thinking Mexican and trash TV?”

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