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“Jesus Christ, you rogues,” she breathed. “Just fuck me already.”
A devious smile split my lips.
Tuck peeled Robin’s pants down for her, so she wouldn’t have to work or move her hands from my face and body.
When the scalding flesh of her thighs was bare, straddled over my legs as I went on my knees in front of her and pulled her body closer to mine, I let out a burning hiss.
Alan reached into my pants from behind, wrapping his fingers around my stiff cock. He hoisted me out, just like Tuck was doing for Robin, and then guided me forward as I kissed my little thorn with everything I had.
Tuck urged Robin forward, while Alan stroked my cock and lined the bulging head against the puffy, dripping entrance of Robin’s cunt.
And when I surged forward, I entered Heaven and lost myself to the golden heat.
Chapter 18
Robin
When Will Scarlet moved inside me, my eyes rolled back and a dizzying flare of desire thrummed from my brain to my belly. His cock drilled deep as his hands gripped my body and pulled me closer to him.
He was on his knees, cock curving inside my white-hot cunt, and I had to splay my legs out to wrap them around his narrow hips. The tops of his muscled thighs beat against the bottoms of mine as he bucked his hips and brought me to a transcendent plane.
All along, this was what I needed: to forget and mourn my loss with the men I loved. I didn’t need wise words or consoling hand-pats on my shoulders or embraces meant to make me feel better about myself.
Will Scarlet, of all people, knew that best. He understood what my base instincts required, and now he was giving me every part of him to make me feel right, loved, and protected.
I’d never heard the young man sound so eloquent before. Maybe it had been the deep yearning inside me for some semblance of understanding, lost as I was. Maybe Will wasn’t even eloquent in that moment—his words and actions simply hit the spot where I needed him to hit.
He brought out the feral animal in me unlike anyone else in the group. What we were doing in this tent was wrong, yet I longed for it with every thrust of his hips. He wasn’t taking advantage of me—he was taking charge of me and bringing me back to who I was supposed to be.
My hands curled around his flexed sides and pulled him deeper inside, until I was forced to wrap my legs around his waist completely and fall into his angled lap.
“Always so perfect and tight for me, little thorn,” he murmured in my ear, drawing out gooseflesh and shivers on the nape of my neck. His arms circled my waist, moved to the swell of my hips, and then cupped the weight of my ass in either hand. He held me upright, body a few inches off the ground, as he fucked me with long, tender strokes.
I mewled in his ear, losing myself. Even as I lost my mind and body to his ministrations, I also lost my self-pity and morose sadness.
It was working. Against all odds, fucking the thoughts out of my head was working.
The other men in the tent, watching, grunting, and sporting their own erections behind their clothes, weren’t about to let Will have all the fun.
As Will pulled his thick cock halfway out of me, Alan-a-Dale reached down and enclosed his fist around the fat middle of Will’s shaft. Alan swirled Will’s girth like a pestle, grinding into the mortar of my insides, hitting different angles and spreading my walls apart as Will groaned in response.
My mouth fell open as I watched the lewd display. I had seen them fucking each other against the trees, from afar, but had never experienced their lewd camaraderie this close. Their eyes burned with lust as they shared a look, Alan commanding every part of Will’s pleasure, like the younger man was simply his puppet.
It was a revelation that a lyrical, softer, prettier man like Alan-a-Dale could dominate the angry, intimidating young warrior in such a way. I would have never expected this dynamic between the two if I hadn’t seen it firsthand. Somehow, Alan knew how to quell Will Scarlet’s swelling fire.
As the thrum in my belly expanded out with every shake, twist, and dip of Will’s cock, I realized something else: Alan wasn’t commanding Will’s pleasure, he was commanding mine. The sensations were new, filling me in a heady way that had me moaning aloud and throwing my head back.
“More!” I demanded, and then ground down on Will’s lap, sinking my cunt deeper on his big cock. Filling myself to the hilt.
More hands landed on my rear, creasing between me. A thick finger caressed the tight bundle of nerves of my asshole. I gasped, puckering, and Friar Tuck chuckled low in my ear. “Let me have you, little heathen. You can’t keep me out.”
“I . . . I don’t want to keep you out,” I told Tuck, turning my head to the side. “I was just surprised.”
I panted when his finger sank into my hole and was quickly joined by a second one, stretching me and making my eyes water. I could feel Tuck’s fingers dangerously close to the throbbing and drilling of Will’s cock, with only a thin part of me separating them.
My legs flexed around Will, squeezing tightly. His hands groped my chest, teasing my nipples, but then Alan knocked his arms away and took over.
“You fuck her,” Alan said in a low, ragged voice, “and I tease and please her.”
