Page 26 of The Perfect Escape

“Fucking Christ,” he grunted. “I can feel your cock above mine inside her.”

Hawk let out a moan of agreement. “She’s so fucking tight. I don’t know how we’ll get your cock in here, too.”

“We’ll make it fit,” he gritted out. “Isn’t that right, angel?”

Angel. The nickname gave my pussy butterflies.

Ash gripped my hips and slammed into me. A shiver rolled up my spine as I moaned.

“Rosie, baby,” Hawk grunted. “You feel so good.”

I heard Ash slap Hawk’s ass. “Keep your praise to yourself.”

Hawk sighed, but didn’t protest, instead fucking me harder. My eyes cracked open and I looked down at the dildo, sucking it. Taking it deeper down my throat.

I did wish Greg was here. I’d suck his cock while he watched me get bred by two hot strangers. Or maybe he’d control the dildo and use my throat however he wanted.

The thought sent more waves of need through me. I’d lost count of how many orgasms I’d had, but that didn’t even matter. I couldn’t count to ten right now, even if it were to save my life.

All my thoughts were on sex. Sex with Hawk and Ash. Sex with the two men that were using both holes without mercy.

Another click rang through the room, but I barely heard it. I didn't even care. All I could do was keep sucking the dildo and keep taking both of their cocks. They didn't stop, either. And maybe we could have, maybe we'd finally unlocked the next room and solved the puzzle of this one, but I wasn't sure we even cared. My moans were constant, every sound drawn out of me involuntarily. My voice was hoarse, my muscles quaking as they fucked me over and over.

My vision danced with stars, as I felt the edge of another orgasm building, a climax that was threatening to be the strongest one yet.

“I can’t,” I whimpered around the dildo. “I can’t come again.”

“You can,” Ash gritted out. “This isn’t even your highest count, baby. Now keep sucking that fucking dildo.”

Damn it. He wasn’t wrong though. Despite my weak protests, I knew I wasn’t able to escape it. My pussy had a mind of its own, one that was hypnotized by the cock inside it.

My curses died as I started to suck the tentacle dildo again. Spit dripped from my mouth, rolling down the bulges along the bright blue shaft.

“I'm getting close,” Hawk said. “So fucking close.”

“I don't want you to come yet,” Ash said.

I felt Hawk stiffen in resistance. “Goddamnit,” he huffed out. “I was already in a cage, and now you're telling me I can't come right when I'm about to?”

“You can come when I tell you to,” Ash said again. “Or you can pull out and not come at all.”

I couldn't help but smile—I knew that this was driving Hawk a little bit crazy. It wasn't very often that he ended up in submissive roles, and watching him struggle with the power dynamic amused me.

I loved being submissive. I knew that in these types of situations, I didn't want to think about a single fucking thing.

All I wanted to do was obey, get fucked, and have so many orgasms that I stopped being able to count or spell my name. I didn't want to be the one to organize an entire scene, make up rules, or do whatever else was involved in being a Dom.

In my everyday life, I already had to make decisions all the time. Everyone always looked to me as the one to make choices, as the one to speak. I needed the relief that came with submission.

I savored it.Cravedit.

I pulled the tentacle out to speak. “You have to beg him, Hawk,” I said.

“Shush,” he grumbled.

That made me smile. “From one submissive to another…”

“I’m not a fucking sub.”

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