“I can’t… I can’t resist it anymore,” he moans, sounding pained.
“Then don’t,” I reply, giving him permission to let loose.
With a desperate whimper, Adrian buries his head between my legs, his tongue snaking out to lick the length of my pussy, spreading my nether lips until he’s free to take my clit into his mouth.
My head falls back on a moan as he eats me with a hungerthat’s so flattering, such a turn on. I look down when I hear his zipper, rewarded by the sight of his pale hand wrapping around a gorgeous, pierced dick. My mouth waters. I haven’t had one with jewelry before, and I can’t wait to take this one between my lips.
“Your cock is so pretty,” I say honestly. I’m holding on to his shoulders as he continues his onslaught, driving me toward a peak too fast, too hard.
Adrian groans in response and moves one hand between my legs. His long finger enters me effortlessly—I’m soaked, hornier than a bull at a cattle show, and still soft and pliant from Kieran’s loving in the garden. When he starts pumping in time with the strokes of his fist, I go cross-eyed.
“Feels so good,” I slur, almost drooling from the pleasure.
“You taste sweeter than I imagined, little lamb,” Adrian breathes. Those icy eyes stare up at me as he continues to pump us both closer to orgasm. “I could eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and never crave anything else.”
Lord, have mercy. Who gave these men—bears!—these pillow talk skills? I swear I’m about to combust, the pressure between my legs just another flick of his tongue away from imploding.
“I want your cock in my mouth,” I say honestly. “I want to taste you too.”
The moan he releases makes my clit pulse with a mini-orgasm. I love a man who isn’t afraid to vocalize his pleasure.
“Later, lamb. We’ll have time for everything. We’re never letting you go.” He adds a second finger and twists them inside me. “You’re going to be our princess to fuck, spoil, and love forever.”
He finishes speaking by pressing his fingers into my G-spot, and the dam bursts.
“Adrian!” I scream as pleasure blinds me. My body clenches and releases so hard it almost hurts, and I hearsplashing sounds over his ragged growls. I think it’s him coming, but then he speaks again, his voice broken and reverent.
“Fuck, Goldie, you’re squirting over me. Ah fuck!”
I manage to open my eyes in time to see his cock, soaked with my wetness, erupt. Cum shoots up, some of it hitting my still throbbing clit, the rest of it joining the puddles on Adrian’s lap and on the floor. He slowly strokes himself through the waning spurts, his fingers still gently tapping the spongy spot inside me.
Finally, we stop coming, and he retreats. Boneless, I climb onto his lap and wrap my arms around him. I feel our pulses thrumming where our sexes fit snugly together, and I have a fleeting thought that it’s a good thing I have an IUD, with all the jism my pussy seems to be getting in this cabin.
“That was amazing,” I whisper into his ear. “I’ve never squirted before.”
Adrian squeezes me. We pull our heads back simultaneously, our heavy-lidded eyes meeting. Wordlessly, we come together in a tender kiss, slow and exploratory, comforting and affirming.
“Did you mean it?” I ask when we take a break, our foreheads touching, our arms caressing each other, him over naked skin, me through his soft plaid shirt.
“Mean what, little lamb?” he breathes against my lips.
I can feel my cheeks glowing, but I’ve been like a reed in the wind my whole life, letting others dictate where I’m going and what I’m doing. He can’t promise to make all my dreams come true and not mean it.
“That you’re keeping me forever?” I explain, and pull back so I can see his face.
“Yes, Goldie,” he answers vehemently. “I don’t know how it’s all going to work… but we’re claiming you. You’re ours now, little lamb.”
11
KIERAN
It is nearly impossible not to join Adrian and Goldie in their orgasm party upstairs, but I need them to have their moment. It’s essential to my not-so-evil plan to keep Goldie here forever. Adrian was the easier target. He was already half in love with her, even if he was still afraid of his inner beast. But I could see what he did not; Goldie isn’t the girl to run away when something spooks her. She sees the shadows within us and walks willingly into our arms.
The warmth of her sweet body still clings to my skin, and hearing her soft moans while Adrian feasts on her is making me fucking hard again. Multitasking is my specialty, though. I pull out my dick and start to stroke in tune to their rapidly beating hearts. With my free hand, I continue to create Goldie’s new identity.
We will not be letting her go, ever, but she still deserves to feel safe. And if having the documents for a new life gives her that peace, I will gladly make it happen. I purchase an apartment in the city in her name, something small and pre-furnished, with a doorman and extra security. She will haveher own bank account, living space, and anything else she might want. When the time is right, we will take her to see it together.
Precum dribbles over the head of my cock, and the thick organ throbs when her moans get louder. She’s so close. Her scent permeates the house, and I lick my lips, tasting her arousal in the air. A groan slips from my lips. The moment she screams Adrian’s name, I come all over my damn legs like a horny teenager. With a satisfied grin, I continue my work.
