Page 17 of Hunted By Them

God, it made me harder.

I cupped her tits, loving how they fit in my hands and felt her nipples poking into my palm. Her eyes fluttered as I squeezed. Her chest rose and her mouth hung open when I pinched the hard buds between my fingers.

Fuck that was a beautiful sight. I did it again, and Sweet Daisy didn’t disappoint as she moaned.

Dash squatted down beside me while Jaxon stood at my back. Her eyes grew wide as she stared up at us. I twisted harder this time, drawing a cry, but she didn’t move to smack my hands away.

Her legs twitched, and I let go of her perfect breasts. I leaned forward, staring down into her eyes, and ground my cock against her. The pressure of denim on denim was delicious but brutal. She moaned, and I bent low, my mask inches from her lips.

“Oh my, Sweet Daisy,” I growled, my voice thick with need. “I’ll use your throat until you can’t breathe, your cunt until you can’t scream…then tie you up and call you mine.”

Her head rocked from side to side like she was saying no, but she yelled yes into the night as I rubbed against her again.

“Fuck, we need to get her to the cave. I can’t wait any longer,” Dash groaned, and I glared at him.

“You’ll wait as long as I say. Got that,” I declared with a growl. I knew the annoyed face Dash was making, but he kept quiet.

“Feel that, Sweet Daisy? Feel how fucking hard I am for you? Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me you want me to fill you with my come, over and over, until you black out. Tell me you want us to destroy your holes all at once.”

She bit her lip, eyes darting around at the three of us as if she battled between what she wanted and what was proper.

“Say it, Sweet Daisy. Say you want our cocks to fill you.”

“Yes…I want you to fuck me until I pass out.” The words tumbled from her mouth like a confession. Her body trembled under me.

Behind me, Jaxon laughed. “Stop being such a greedy bastard. You can’t hog her forever. Let’s go.”

My head snapped toward him, mask dripping rain. “Try to take her from me and I’ll gut you.”

He just shook his head at me in the dark. He had a point. We needed to move, but I didn’t want to get up. Dash slid his hand over her chest and pulled down the flimsy bra cup to expose her tit.

“Fuck,” I grumbled, as he smacked it. She yelled and bucked up.

“Oh, I think she liked that,” Dash noted, as he rubbed at his cock through his jeans. “Fuck, I want her ass…bad. Come on, man, don’t be an asshole,” he whined.

Dash smacked her again and then gripped her nipple, rolling it between his fingers. She tried to cry out, but my hand slid up and around her neck, tightening until a moan spilled free.

“Fuck,” I rasped, grinding against her harder.

“Look at her. Doesn’t matter whose hands she feels…her body’s begging for all of us,” Dash taunted. “Good pick, man. This one is a slut. I bet her cunt is fucking soaked.”

Her back arched, chest thrusting into his hand, proving the point he’d just made. I wanted to take her right there. Bury myself inside her, mark her until the storm burned out. But we’d prepared for this. We had our private space. Our cave. This was our ritual.

And Sweet Daisy deserved the full storm.

“You shake like you’re scared, but I know better,” I murmured. Her legs parted further. “You’re not afraid of me, Sweet Daisy. You’re scared of how bad you want me to split you open with my cock.”

She moaned, the sound guttural and dripping with desire.

Pushing myself to my feet, I stepped over her head and grabbed her arms. Holding them behind my back, I looked over my shoulder as Dash and Jaxon each took a leg.

“What are you doing,” Sweet Daisy asked.

I ignored the question. “She’s ready.”

Together we lifted her from the mud, her body dangling between us. She gasped, but didn’t fight.

“Look at her,” Dash laughed. “Perfect fucking prey.”