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Let’s go, lover boy.

Fucker wasn’t light, and the only thing stiff about him was the dick inside his lounge pants when I draped him over my shoulder in order to shut the trunk. Twinkie’s man knew his shit when it came to Viagra and date rape cocktails. Chuckling, I brought my second guest into the motel room, locking us in for the next hour or so.

Jenny lifted her head off the pillow, head tracking as I moved along the edge of the room to the second bed beyond her. “Hold tight for me,” I whispered with my growly tone—just in case the fucker on my shoulder could hear past the plugs.

“Hurry…I’m so damn wet for you.”

Jaw clenched, I deposited my armload onto the empty bed, laying him out flat on his back like a damn corpse. The pulse beat in his neck—all the fuck I needed to know.

“You ready to make me a happy bastard?” I asked in my role’s voice, yanking down Devon Bradshaw’s lounge pants and revealing a straining, leaking dick.

“Fuck, yes,” Jenny moaned.

Chuckling again, I returned to the whore, using my knife to cut her ankles free. I released one of her wrists, holding her left arm behind her back while doing the same with the other.

I lifted her onto her feet, keeping both of her arms behind her back. “I’m going to give you a dick to ride—and you’ll use every goddamn trick in your little whore book to make him fill you up with his cum.”

“G-Gideon…the fuck are you doing?”

Ignoring the stench of her skin and hair, I brushed my chest against her back, putting my face close to her ear. “Shh. Play with me, okay? I’ve got five years of fantasies locked up inside my head, Jenny. I need you to help me bring them to life.”

“I gotta fuck another guy?”

Not just any guy…

“I want you to give me a little live porn with my buddy to get me ready for you, baby. Can you do that for this kinky fucker?”

“You’re f-fucked up, Gideon.”

“Yeah, and I think you love it. Now.” I slipped a zip tie around her wrist when she didn’t pull away or fight. “Show me if you’re worthy of my dick, Jenny. Let me see what you’ve got, if that sweet pussy of yours is needy enough for my cum.”

“Fuck.” She shuddered, and I lifted her above the bed without even straining my arms. “Straddle him, baby. Let me put his dick inside you.”

“Who is it?”

“Another captive.” I chuckled—if only she knew. “You’ll like his dick. It’s got a thick head. Dripping,” I whispered against her ear. “Gonna fill up your tight cunt. Get you sopping wet with his cum because you’re going to need it to take my monster, baby.”

“Oh fuck.”

“Yeah. Now sit on his dick, Jenny.”

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Gideon

She spread her legs, kneeling atop our guest, and I grabbed hold of the leaking dick and positioned it against her diseased cunt.

“Ride him.”

Jenny slammed herself onto Devon’s dick without hesitation.

He didn’t twitch. Didn’t make a noise.

And I grinned like the sick fuck I was, stepping back to let the whore do her thing to a guy who wouldn’t remember a second of what went down in the seedy hotel room where he would wake in the morning.

Jenny gasped and shifted her hips against Devon, riding him like a goddamn cowgirl hellbent on making him come, her arms tied behind her back.

“Yeah, baby,” I groaned rather than gagging like I wanted to. “You look like a fucking goddess…those gorgeous tits swaying. Fuck, my dick’s like granite.”

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