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Captive Ride(47)

By:Ella Goode


I open my mouth and swallow Easy's thick penis until it hits the back of my throat. I'm stuffed full of them. Michigan's mouth is relentless, sucking me until I'm out of my mind and Easy's shaft is stroking down into the cavern of my throat. I drink him seed down and as soon as Easy's done coming, Michigan shifts and rams his long, hard rod between my legs and into my butt. Incredibly, Easy is hard again or maybe he never fully softened. I don't know anything anymore.

Michigan stands and Easy grabs my dangling legs. He proceeds to work into my sex until I'm stretched and full on all sides. My body is burning and the only place I can quench the fire is through the touch of these men. Somehow we maneuver to the bed where I straddle Easy while Michigan's big body covers my back.

My breasts nearly suffocate Easy, and Michigan's hands almost break the headboard as we whirl inside the tornado of pleasure created by the endlessly thrusts and strokes, the mindless kisses, and the fervent promises to hold each other forever.

I close my eyes and allow their strong hands hold me and their fierce need to wrench from me the greatest ecstasy I could ever imagine. I've been a good girl all my life and I feel as if I've been rewarded a slice of heaven on earth.

In the aftermath, I rest between the two large bodies but can’t sleep. Thoughts of how I’m going to tell Father, how I will weather the inevitable storm of disapproval, and how I will support myself make it hard to fall asleep. There are big changes coming in my life. Some will be wonderful and some may be scary. The only thing I can hold on to is this one thought—you'd have to kill me before I'd ever leave these men.

“Sleep, Little Red.” Easy’s husky voice jolts me as I thought they were both asleep.

Michigan’s head lifts from his pillow to press a kiss against my cheek. “There isn’t a thing that prevents us from being together if it’s something we all want.”

“I want us,” I say thickly. Emotion makes it hard to speak.

“I want us.” Easy lifts my right cuffed wrist and with an answering nod, Michigan lifts my other wrist.

They bring the cuffs together and I swear I hear an audible click even though the magnets are silent. Maybe it’s just the sound of the universe slotting everything in place. With their hands wrapped around my wrists, with their cuffs against my chest, and their hearts beating in solid rhythm with mine, I finally drift off.

I am my beloveds’ and my beloveds are mine.



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