Page 22 of The Perfect Escape

She could protest as much as she wanted, but at the end of the day, I knew exactly what she liked.

Hawk rolled onto his side, looking up at me as I knelt at the foot of the bed. His cock was straining against the cage, his brows drawing together in a scowl.

I knew he was a little mad that I’d put him into such a submissive place, but just like Rosie—I knew exactly what he liked. Hawk rarely had the chance to truly submit, and I rarely had the chance to put him in the headspace.

It was a torturous delight for us both.

“How long is this staying on?” Hawk grunted, guesting at the cage.

“Until you earn the right to have it off,” I snapped. “Since you’re being so sweet, you can kiss and tease her while I breed her. If you’re good, I’ll let you have her ass.”

His eyes darkened, but he didn’t protest. I knew what he was thinking though. Something along the lines offine, I’ll play along.I fought the urge to laugh—I wasn’t against laughing in the middle of sex, but now was not the time.

Not with Greg on the line.

Rosie continued to watch us, her eyes darting back and forth as her breath hitched. Blush crept over her chest, her skin pink from all of the activities.

I moved closer, her thighs spread apart and exposing her pussy. I rubbed the tip of my cock against her, gliding it up and down her wet slit.

God, she was gorgeous. Hawk decided to be obedient, and leaned down to kiss her. I watched them hungrily, enjoying the way he cupped her breasts and twisted her nipples, as I positioned myself.

My head fell back as I looked up at the screen. My eyes widened as the camera feed of Greg popped up on the TV.

But I could see him perfectly. I could see that he had stopped struggling against those ropes and his cock was hard. He was staring intensely, as if he were the one watching us.

Was he?

Was thegame masterforcing him to watch us fuck his wife? Did he know what little Rosie was doing in order to save him?

What if he did?

That turned me on even more. My cock raged as I thrust into Rosie, staring at the screen. Staring at her husband as I took his wife, her pussy clenching around my cock. She cried out, her voice muffled as Hawk kissed her again, the two of them completely oblivious to the fact that Greg was watching us.

I grunted, thrusting faster, taking her exactly how I wanted. Pleasure rippled through my body as the sound of our skin slapping together filled the ocean room, all of her sweet moans lost in Hawk’s mouth.

Fuck, this was hot. I didn't want it to end. More than anything, I wanted to stay in this room forever. Although that was completely unreasonable, and very seriously, we did still need to save Greg.

Even if the son of a bitch looked like he was having a good time, too.

“Sit on her face,” I said to Hawk, slapping his ass cheek.

He grunted a mild protest, but then obeyed, positioning himself on the bed. He got up slightly, and then bent over her, slowly lowering his ass down to her face.

Rosie didn't hesitate. Not for one single second. The sight of her burying her tongue between his ass cheeks went straight to my hard cock.

I pounded into her harder, every nerve ending bursting with little bolts of need. Hawk’s cock strained, fighting the confines of his cage.

“I need this off,” he demanded. “Now.”

“Earn it,” I snapped back, giving Rosie a harder thrust.

Her whimper followed every motion. Hawk leaned forward, his lips brushing mine.

Then he bit me.

I snorted and drew back, running my tongue over my bottom lip. As if that was going to change my mind. It certainly wasn't. If anything, it just made me laugh, because I wasenjoyinghis frustration. I was enjoying the fact that he was fighting the submissive headspace so hard, knowing that it's exactly what he needed. Exactly what he wanted.

“Nice try,” I muttered.

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