AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Oh, don't stop now,” I muse, “It's getting really fucking good.”
My father steps in, “Why don't you take a break, sweetheart, all of you? You are all worked up. We will work on them, so we will have the whole story when you return.”
“No fucking way! I love you, Dad, but I don't trust you at the moment.” I see the hurt flash across his face, but he only purses his lips.
Oakley comes to me, “Go. I'll stay here and make sure nothing shady goes on.” He nods at Jett and Fynn.
“I'm not going to leave...”
“You will, Kitty Cat because I'm telling you to.” He caresses my cheek. His stare bores into me, not angrily but more sternly than I'd like it to be.
After a few seconds of eye contact with Oakley, I break contact, “Fine, but I won't be gone long.”
Turning, I walk out of the room, Fynn and Jett following close behind. When I go to spin on them, I'm stopped by rough hands. Hot breath caresses my cheek and neck as Fynn's low baritone voice gives me an order that sends chills down my spine.
“Run, Little Saint. Run fast because if we catch you, we're going to fuck you without mercy.” His teeth nip at my lobe as I hear Jett snicker in the background.
Fuck. I need to be back in that room. I want to make sure we know everything, and we need to figure out what we're going to do with our captives once we're done. But for now...I run.
Ishoot for the woodsthe second my feet hit the front porch; there are more hiding places to be found. My core is already throbbing with the thought of them catching me. Of course, I'll let them find me, but not until they work for it.
They give me a little head start, but the moment I enter the tree line, about fifty feet from the cabin, I hear their snickers and taunts, “Run, baby, run...”
As the trees get denser, I stop briefly, looking around for the best course of action. About a hundred feet in front of me is a large tree with an enormous trunk. I race for it and throw myself behind it just as I hear the light footfalls of my Lords.
I'm breathing hard; I'm not used to this kind of physical activity. I cover my mouth with my hand so they can't hear me. My eyes search the surroundings and soon fall on another large tree with branches hanging so low that they touch the ground. My first thought is to run to it, but then I realize it's too obvious, so I keep searching.
A stick breaking not too far off catches my attention. Fynn and Jett are cocky, thinking they will catch me regardless, so they don't bother silencing their footsteps. I, on the other hand, will prove them wrong...hopefully.
I glance around the huge tree and see Jett's white hoodie through the trees. Maybe, just maybe, if I stay here, I can just circle around the tree as they pass, and then I can make a break for it, running back toward the cabin.
Waiting patiently, I hear them close in on me, and I start to inch around the trunk. They are discussing what we will eat when we leave here, and I want to giggle but keep it to myself. Their voices start to fade, and I wait a little longer before peeking out to see if they are near.
When I see nothing but trees, I breathe out a sigh of relief and smile. Stepping away from the large tree, I jump as hands grab my waist, “Or we can just eat Lovely Lina. What do you say, Fynn?” Jett laughs out loud.
“I have to agree, Jett. Saint's pussy is the best meal around,” Fynn grabs for my legs, and I begin to kick out.
“Let me go,” I cry out, trying to break free but only because they love a good struggle, “Please...I want to get back!”
“I told you to run, Little Saint. Now, we are going to fuck you right here, and you'll take it like a good girl, won't you?” Fynn pulls my leggings down, yanking my ankle boots off and then the leggings.
Jett grabs the hem of my sweater and pulls it over my head. I'm left in just a thong in mid-November, but I can honestly say I'm not cold. A fever burns through me as my two Lords ravage my body like men possessed.
I hear a zipper and watch as Fynn pulls his cock out, “Hold onto our little slut, Jett. I'm going to teach her what happens when she tries tricking us.”
Jett sits on the ground, bringing me with him. He holds me by bringing his arms around and grabbing hold of my breasts. Fynn spreads my legs and lines his throbbing hardness up to my slit. His eyes meet mine, and his mouth curves into that wicked grin that I love so much.
“Beg me, Saint,” he says, “Beg me to fuck this cunt; you know the drill.”
I'm already becoming delirious with desire, so it takes nothing to open my mouth and beg, “Please, Fynn...I want you deep inside me. Fuck me like you mean it.”
All the air from my lungs escapes when he surges into me. He doesn't stop and wait for me to adjust. He pulls out and drives into me again and again. He pushes my knees to my chest, where Jett takes over, holding me open for his best friend.
“Mm, pound that cunt good, Fynn. Make her come so fucking hard that she can't see straight,” Jett orders as he watches me get fucked. I can feel how hard he is, himself, and it excites me more.
I feel it. The climax that Fynn has made his mission to pull from me is beginning to build. Knowing what it needs to do, my body doesn't listen when I try to hold my orgasm back. Instead, it closes in on the cliff's ledge that I will tumble over as Fynn clenches his jaw and fucks into me roughly, playing with my clit.
“ARGH!!!!” My scream echoes through the woods as he pulls my first orgasm from me.
