sparks through her body.
The two men clasped each other, sealing her between them until she thought she couldn't breathe.
She reached out blindly. "Sam—"
No answer. The man inside her slid his cock completely out, and began rubbing it over the shaft belong to the man in front of her. The competing friction stimulated her outer lips nearly past bearing, yet with increasing violence, the two men came together, fucking each other as much as her.
The crazed longing she felt from them was smothering. She couldn't get a breath. "Sam!" she cried out, desperate to escape.
The door opened. "Beat it," Sam growled.
And grabbed her before she fell. "It's okay, babe. Shh…"
She tore at her blindfold and looked around her.
They stood there..Adam and Tongue Stud, watching her and Sam, hands on each other's shafts, fists tightening. Adam's cock was huge.
And Tongue Stud indeed had his pierced.
"Go." Sam snapped. "Now."
Tongue Stud frowned and started to protest.
"You don't want to screw with him, man." Adam shook his head hard and dragged Tongue Stud out of the room.
Sam gathered her into his arms and sat on the shower seat, holding her close.
"Goddamn it, Dani…no more." His face was stone hard, severe and nearly fearsome.
"What do you mean?"
Muscle jumping in his jaw, he looked away.
When she tried to wriggle from his grasp, he exhaled powerfully."Don't. You'll slip and fall."
"What was that about?"
He inhaled and slowly breathed out. "That was me trying to get back into The Game." His gaze locked on hers. "But I don't want that now, Dani. I want more."
Her breath stalled. "What—oh, no." Sheer possessiveness burned from his eyes. "No. I don't want that." She tried again to get up.
He wouldn't let her.
"Let me go," she warned.
Slowly he began to stroke her, his fingers a light, soothing dance over her skin.
But the emotions it stirred felt like knives flaying her open. If she let it continue, no telling what horrors would spill out. "Sam—"
He brought her face to his, painting a tender melody with his tongue. "Shh…it's okay. Just relax."
But she felt how hard he was trying to back everything down, yet how on edge he was.
She was the same.
"Don't be tender with me," she warned.
He was studying her too closely. Fear shivered through her veins. "I mean it, Sam."
"What are you so afraid of? This is me. You know me."
"I don't." She shook her head. "I don't want to."
He kept stroking her all over so softly, so carefully.
Fear was bitter acid on her tongue. "No—" She shoved at his hands. Slapped them away. Made it to her feet and burst through the shower door. She grabbed a towel and ran, her head swiveling as she tried to locate her clothes. She had to get out of here. She couldn't let him any closer or he'd see—
She tripped over the trailing edge of the towel and fell.
He was on her in seconds. His hands manacled her wrists.
Pure predator now, he shoved her legs apart as she lay sprawled on her belly on the carpet.
He plunged inside her, powerful and potent, all male and commanding. Claiming. He was huge inside her, his cock as powerful as his presence, his weight on her rendering her helpless.
Helpless was… hot.
This was better. He was anything but tender now, thrusting in and out of her like a man possessed.
She couldn't move enough, though, to bring him where she wanted him. She needed to get her legs under her, to put her ass at the right angle so he would stroke right over—
"Be still," he ordered. "Take me."
He jackhammered into her so hard she saw stars.
He laid his teeth on her nape and bit. Thrust harder, intent only on himself as his hands bound her wrists, and her breasts pressed into the carpet, her nipples abraded with every thrust of his cock.
Abruptly he pulled out and, in a greater show of mastery, shoved inside her ass without warning.
She nearly fainted on the spot.
"Goddamn you, Dani. You can't tell me what I can be to you." Every word grated over her
The two men clasped each other, sealing her between them until she thought she couldn't breathe.
She reached out blindly. "Sam—"
No answer. The man inside her slid his cock completely out, and began rubbing it over the shaft belong to the man in front of her. The competing friction stimulated her outer lips nearly past bearing, yet with increasing violence, the two men came together, fucking each other as much as her.
The crazed longing she felt from them was smothering. She couldn't get a breath. "Sam!" she cried out, desperate to escape.
The door opened. "Beat it," Sam growled.
And grabbed her before she fell. "It's okay, babe. Shh…"
She tore at her blindfold and looked around her.
They stood there..Adam and Tongue Stud, watching her and Sam, hands on each other's shafts, fists tightening. Adam's cock was huge.
And Tongue Stud indeed had his pierced.
"Go." Sam snapped. "Now."
Tongue Stud frowned and started to protest.
"You don't want to screw with him, man." Adam shook his head hard and dragged Tongue Stud out of the room.
Sam gathered her into his arms and sat on the shower seat, holding her close.
"Goddamn it, Dani…no more." His face was stone hard, severe and nearly fearsome.
"What do you mean?"
Muscle jumping in his jaw, he looked away.
When she tried to wriggle from his grasp, he exhaled powerfully."Don't. You'll slip and fall."
"What was that about?"
He inhaled and slowly breathed out. "That was me trying to get back into The Game." His gaze locked on hers. "But I don't want that now, Dani. I want more."
Her breath stalled. "What—oh, no." Sheer possessiveness burned from his eyes. "No. I don't want that." She tried again to get up.
He wouldn't let her.
"Let me go," she warned.
Slowly he began to stroke her, his fingers a light, soothing dance over her skin.
But the emotions it stirred felt like knives flaying her open. If she let it continue, no telling what horrors would spill out. "Sam—"
He brought her face to his, painting a tender melody with his tongue. "Shh…it's okay. Just relax."
But she felt how hard he was trying to back everything down, yet how on edge he was.
She was the same.
"Don't be tender with me," she warned.
He was studying her too closely. Fear shivered through her veins. "I mean it, Sam."
"What are you so afraid of? This is me. You know me."
"I don't." She shook her head. "I don't want to."
He kept stroking her all over so softly, so carefully.
Fear was bitter acid on her tongue. "No—" She shoved at his hands. Slapped them away. Made it to her feet and burst through the shower door. She grabbed a towel and ran, her head swiveling as she tried to locate her clothes. She had to get out of here. She couldn't let him any closer or he'd see—
She tripped over the trailing edge of the towel and fell.
He was on her in seconds. His hands manacled her wrists.
Pure predator now, he shoved her legs apart as she lay sprawled on her belly on the carpet.
He plunged inside her, powerful and potent, all male and commanding. Claiming. He was huge inside her, his cock as powerful as his presence, his weight on her rendering her helpless.
Helpless was… hot.
This was better. He was anything but tender now, thrusting in and out of her like a man possessed.
She couldn't move enough, though, to bring him where she wanted him. She needed to get her legs under her, to put her ass at the right angle so he would stroke right over—
"Be still," he ordered. "Take me."
He jackhammered into her so hard she saw stars.
He laid his teeth on her nape and bit. Thrust harder, intent only on himself as his hands bound her wrists, and her breasts pressed into the carpet, her nipples abraded with every thrust of his cock.
Abruptly he pulled out and, in a greater show of mastery, shoved inside her ass without warning.
She nearly fainted on the spot.
"Goddamn you, Dani. You can't tell me what I can be to you." Every word grated over her
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