time to catch her breath before he
had unzipped his jeans, sheathed his cock in a rubber and was inside her.
But the surprise of the abrupt invasion, the deep thrust of
his cock, his sudden, demanding possession were nothing compared to the shock
she felt when he bent over her and whispered, “Look up, my little slut. Come
on, Lacey…look up.”
She looked up.
The sight of Brogan standing at the thick pane of glass was
a brutal shock—one that aroused her so viciously she climaxed the very second
their gazes locked.
Shuddering from the intensity of it, her knees trembling,
her pussy milking Lou’s cock, she stared at the man on the other side of the
glass, his gray eyes all but black. So stunned and burning with heat, a heat
that just about drowned out the shock. Just about…but not quite.
Lacey wished she didn’t have the gag in place. She might
have yelled. Might have cried.
Lou stroked a hand down her spine, then up, fisted a hand in
her hair, gently easing her body up—he did it slow, giving her a chance to
resist if she wanted. Lacey glared at Brogan through the glass and twisted her
hips, riding the ridge of Lou’s erection, wishing she’d taken control—if she’d
known he was coming…
“He thinks you can’t take what he is,” Lou murmured in her
ear. “Thinks that since you look so sweet and innocent, that’s what you are.”
She felt his hands moving behind her head. “Are you sweet and
innocent?” he asked as the gag fell away.
“No.” She wiggled her jaw a little before letting her head
rest on Lou’s shoulder. He cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples through the
lace of her bra, and she didn’t need a mirror to know what sort of image they
probably presented. “I’m about as sweet and innocent as he is…but you can’t
tell him that.”
“Bend over again for me.”
Something struck the window. Lacey smiled as she stared at
Brogan—he hit it again.
Then Lou was gone.
Instinctively, she clenched her thighs against the emptiness
inside her and looked back over her shoulder. Shit. No wonder he’d been toying
around with the damn camera…he’d only brought the one, it looked like.
Everything else in that damn bag had been toys. Toys of the sex variety and nothing
else.
The silk whip hanging from his hand made her eyes widen.
There was another slam against the glass. She flinched and
immediately wished she hadn’t. Swinging her head back around, she stared at
Brogan.
The first light touch of the whip was almost a kiss. The
brief slice of pain came a few seconds later. She barely had time to catch her
breath before the next one landed, this time dancing so close to the crevice
between the cheeks of her ass.
“What else are you up for, Lacey?” Lou asked, bringing the
whip down again—harder this time.
She squeezed her eyes closed, gasping. Pain, sweet,
wonderful, burned through her. It clenched inside her and almost sent her to
knees.
He did it again. “You didn’t answer me.”
“Anything…” She opened her eyes, stared at Brogan through
the window. “I can take anything. I want everything…”
And as Lou threw the whip aside and grabbed her hips,
plunging inside her, she stared at Brogan. Wished it was him.
Lou used the whip as if he’d done it before.
Brogan wasn’t much for whips but he found himself staring,
torn between wondering how her flesh would look and wanting to kill that
bastard. But she loved it.
He could see the pleasure in her eyes and he watched her
trembling, arching her back and lifting up.
Fuck .
“You want to come in here?” Lou asked.
Brogan wanted to go in there, all right. Go in. Beat him
bloody. Rip him away from the woman Brogan loved…needed…
He glared at him.
“You can figure out the locks,” Lou muttered, his eyes
downcast. The other man watched as he fucked Lacey. And Lacey watched Brogan.
Brogan watched the two of them. Yeah, he wanted to go in
there. Go in there, then go to his knees in front of her.
had unzipped his jeans, sheathed his cock in a rubber and was inside her.
But the surprise of the abrupt invasion, the deep thrust of
his cock, his sudden, demanding possession were nothing compared to the shock
she felt when he bent over her and whispered, “Look up, my little slut. Come
on, Lacey…look up.”
She looked up.
The sight of Brogan standing at the thick pane of glass was
a brutal shock—one that aroused her so viciously she climaxed the very second
their gazes locked.
Shuddering from the intensity of it, her knees trembling,
her pussy milking Lou’s cock, she stared at the man on the other side of the
glass, his gray eyes all but black. So stunned and burning with heat, a heat
that just about drowned out the shock. Just about…but not quite.
Lacey wished she didn’t have the gag in place. She might
have yelled. Might have cried.
Lou stroked a hand down her spine, then up, fisted a hand in
her hair, gently easing her body up—he did it slow, giving her a chance to
resist if she wanted. Lacey glared at Brogan through the glass and twisted her
hips, riding the ridge of Lou’s erection, wishing she’d taken control—if she’d
known he was coming…
“He thinks you can’t take what he is,” Lou murmured in her
ear. “Thinks that since you look so sweet and innocent, that’s what you are.”
She felt his hands moving behind her head. “Are you sweet and
innocent?” he asked as the gag fell away.
“No.” She wiggled her jaw a little before letting her head
rest on Lou’s shoulder. He cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples through the
lace of her bra, and she didn’t need a mirror to know what sort of image they
probably presented. “I’m about as sweet and innocent as he is…but you can’t
tell him that.”
“Bend over again for me.”
Something struck the window. Lacey smiled as she stared at
Brogan—he hit it again.
Then Lou was gone.
Instinctively, she clenched her thighs against the emptiness
inside her and looked back over her shoulder. Shit. No wonder he’d been toying
around with the damn camera…he’d only brought the one, it looked like.
Everything else in that damn bag had been toys. Toys of the sex variety and nothing
else.
The silk whip hanging from his hand made her eyes widen.
There was another slam against the glass. She flinched and
immediately wished she hadn’t. Swinging her head back around, she stared at
Brogan.
The first light touch of the whip was almost a kiss. The
brief slice of pain came a few seconds later. She barely had time to catch her
breath before the next one landed, this time dancing so close to the crevice
between the cheeks of her ass.
“What else are you up for, Lacey?” Lou asked, bringing the
whip down again—harder this time.
She squeezed her eyes closed, gasping. Pain, sweet,
wonderful, burned through her. It clenched inside her and almost sent her to
knees.
He did it again. “You didn’t answer me.”
“Anything…” She opened her eyes, stared at Brogan through
the window. “I can take anything. I want everything…”
And as Lou threw the whip aside and grabbed her hips,
plunging inside her, she stared at Brogan. Wished it was him.
Lou used the whip as if he’d done it before.
Brogan wasn’t much for whips but he found himself staring,
torn between wondering how her flesh would look and wanting to kill that
bastard. But she loved it.
He could see the pleasure in her eyes and he watched her
trembling, arching her back and lifting up.
Fuck .
“You want to come in here?” Lou asked.
Brogan wanted to go in there, all right. Go in. Beat him
bloody. Rip him away from the woman Brogan loved…needed…
He glared at him.
“You can figure out the locks,” Lou muttered, his eyes
downcast. The other man watched as he fucked Lacey. And Lacey watched Brogan.
Brogan watched the two of them. Yeah, he wanted to go in
there. Go in there, then go to his knees in front of her.
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