Page 35 of Protected By the Convicts
Not a question, a statement.
He was trying to scare her, to make her feel vulnerable, and now he was using Sersie and Vaughn in this game of his. He didn’t realize how vulnerable she already was to him. For all of his anger, all of his hostility, she had always been drawn to him. Ren made no excuses for who he was.
Already she could feel her juices running down her thigh. It was as if the world fell away every time Ren’s shocking blue eyes found her. The man had a magnetism about him, a power that usually leached out in frustration and fits of anger. He likely didn’t even recognize the effect he had on her, the effect he had on everyone. Ren was a commanding force. He took what he wanted, no questions, no guilt, no shame.
Arms perched to either side, Ren slid his cock into her pussy.
“So fucking tight, Princess.”
She arched her back. God. . . She was so full, almost too full.
Ren pulled out again, slow.
“Fuck, I can feel that,” Sersie said, sounding amazed.
Ren eased in and out, drawing moans from Sersie, which sent a rush of excitement through her body. She wanted to move, to fuck Ren back, but Sersie kept her hips locked, immobile. Damn if she didn’t love it.
A hand from behind moved to knead her breast. Vaughn, who now held both of her hands in one of his over her head.
“Eyes on me,” Ren ordered as he thrust into her almost painfully fast considering how tight she was with Sersie’s cock in her ass.
“And if I don’t want to?” she challenged.
Another thrust, more forceful than the last had her arching again, this time partially pulling off Sersie. Strong hands pulled her hips back down, impaling her ass on his cock, taking her breath away.
No more words from Ren. Just a hard fucking as he thrust in and out of her.
Hannah arched her back again, the only part of her she could move.
“No moving,” Vaughn warned as he licked his way down her neck, one of Sersie’s splayed hand caressing her sides, feeling every inch of her, making her his even as he kept her in place for Ren to fuck her with relentless fury.
“Eyes,” Ren demanded, almost with a growl to his voice.
This time, her eyes snapped to him, her body eager to please the man who pushed into her as if he meant to fuse himself to her. Bright blue eyes held her, maintaining that connection, the one he so desperately needed. While Sersie needed touch, to feel as she were really his, Ren needed eye contact practically at all times. Vaughn needed to feel connected to her in spirit more so than in body.
Her entire body thrummed with need as her pussy vibrated. The building tension made her heart race as it sought to find a release. Her attention drifted as she focused on the sensation, luxuriating in the feel of three men touching, holding, fucking her all at once.
A particularly hard thrust shot an energy through her so fast and unexpected that her back arched as a power coiled around her and held her. The orgasm ripped through her, gripping Ren’s cock.
“If I have to fuck you really hard to get you to look at me, I will.”
He would. She didn’t doubt it, and it didn’t scare her. Far from it. But disappointing Ren did scare her. She could not ignore that vulnerability in him that he tried to hide from everyone.
As the orgasm subsided, leaving her drained, her eyes settled on Ren, content to never leave.
Slower thrusts now.
So very full.
No longer was Ren grinning from ear to ear. The muscles in his face relaxed and his lips parted slightly as a deep, guttural moan escaped him. She could not take her eyes from the man as he sank into her over and over again.
She felt like she’d finally come home after being lost for a really long time. Sersie held her tight while he bathed her in soft caresses that made her feel alive, sexy, and beautiful. Meanwhile, Vaughn knelt by her head, holding her arms and planting light, sweet kisses on her neck. She dipped her head back and Vaughn’s lips fanned across her forehead, letting her know he was there, watching over her, protecting her while Ren, the devil himself, thrust into her again and again determined to find not only his pleasure but hers.
“Let it happen, Hannah,” Vaughn whispered in her ear. “No worries. Sersie is fine. Ren is fine. I’m fine. Relax while we take care of you.”
She wasn’t sure what he meant, until a second orgasm, more powerful than the first, struck fast and hard. Her back arched, locking her body to Ren as he spilled into her. Her walls held him, not wanting to let go as Vaughn’s hands moved through her hair and over her face, as much a part of her release as Sersie and Ren inside of her.
As her muscles relaxed and she collapsed back on Sersie, Ren pulled out. He shot the rest of his cum onto her chest, even as Sersie groaned and released deep into her ass.
Ren dipped his finger in his cum and wrote his name on her chest.
“You’re ours, Hannah,” Vaughn whispered in her ear.
“Now and forever,” Sersie added as he glided a wet finger across her bottom lip, teasing her until her tongue swiped along his finger. Musky, slightly salty. His cum, she suspected.
It was a claiming by all three men and the most intense orgasm she’d ever had. Only one thing was missing. Ky’Li.
