Page 9 of The Perfect Escape

The three of us stiffened for a moment. My eyes lifted to the screen, to her husband. Her poor, helpless husband. Fighting for his life.

“He has no idea what you’d do to save him, huh?” I whispered.

“No,” she whimpered. “I’d do anything for him.”

We know you would.

Without another word, she leaned forward, closing her lips around the head of my cock. I gasped as she took me into the heat of her mouth, taking every inch until I hit the back of her throat.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, my grip loosening on her head. “Fuck, she feels good, Hawk.”

He grunted. “She’s soaked down here. She’s getting turned on by this. I think she likes being forced to fuck two strangers to save her husband.”

Rosie stiffened, but between my cock in her mouth and Hawk’s hands on her body—there was no escaping us. She whimpered as I dragged my hips back and then thrust forward, taking more of her throat until she gagged around me. Her nails raked my skin and left angry red streaks, but I didn’t care.

The game master had told us to degrade her.

To humiliate her.

“We’ll save that pathetic husband of yours,” I huffed as I pumped in and out. “And we’ll make sure this pussy gets used exactly as it deserves to be used. Isn’t that right, Hawk?”

“It is,” he growled. “And who knows. By the end of it, maybe you won’t even want to escape.”

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rosie

Lust,pleasure, and humiliation all hummed in my body as the sexy stranger’s cock glided in and out of my mouth. My eyes rolled back as I took him, my mind bouncing between enjoying every second of being fucked this way and worrying about Greg.

Fucking Greg.

He was the reason we were in the mess. For such a smart man, he always got us into the strangest and most unfortunate situations. Like paying thousands of dollars just so he could end up as a hostage, and for his wife to have to save him by fucking two strangers.

I was going to save that asshole and never let him live this down.

I choked around Ashton’s cock, sputtering as he dragged himself free and let me take a breath. I panted, a long whimper escaping me as Hawk’s calloused fingertips circled my clit.

Not wearing panties had been a bad choice, in retrospect. I’d thought I’d torture Greg a little for making me do this escape room. But that had backfired, and now I was riding the hand of a man I didn’t know.

My lips parted as Ashton drove forward again. My vision blurred with tears as I sucked, and damn it. I loved sucking cock.It was one of my favorite things to do. There was something about submitting this way that never failed to make me feel like a wanton whore, and I loved that mix of degradation and pleasure.

I loved pleasing the person I was with.

Given how hard he was, and how loud his grunts and groans were, I knew I was pleasing him.

I groaned around his cock as I felt Hawk’s bulky, hard body press against mine. My hips rocked and I humped his fingers without shame, chasing my own orgasm that was just out of sight. He was teasing me, chipping away the last of my morals and reservations.

“God damn,” Hawk grunted. “She’s so fucking wet, Ash. She’s taking every fucking inch of your cock.”

“She needs to take more.”

I accepted the challenge. My eyes rolled back as I took as much into my mouth as possible, feeling the bulk of him in my throat with each full pump of his hips.

Hawk continued to play with my pussy, occasionally sliding two thick fingers against my entrance, dipping them inside me and using my wetness to tease my clit. I felt the roughness of his beard against the curve of my neck as he planted a kiss there, sending a shiver of need up my spine.

“I’m so close,” Ash grunted. “Fuck.”

His thrusts turned needier. Hungrier. Hurried pumps into my mouth, his cock straining as he used me how he pleased. I just wanted him to come. I just wanted him to come down my throat so I could swallow every single drop like a good girl.

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