Chapter 6
6
Penny
I can’t fucking believe I’m doing this. Allowing two bounty hunters to spank me and…and maybe eat me out? But I wouldn’t change a single thing.
Cameron eases my pants and panties all the way off. Roark nudges my legs apart.
“Anything you want to say, baby girl?” Cameron asks, his breath ghosting against my skin.
“No, sir.”
“ Sir ? It’s all right, you can call me Daddy ,” he says easily, licking a trail over my inner thigh. “In fact, I prefer it.”
“Daddy,” I say, and his tongue makes contact.
Cameron
Her nectar is sweet, musky, perfect. I trace her pussy with my tongue, mindful of Roark’s hands holding her thighs apart for me.
I never thought he would let loose like this, but it seems Penny has pushed him over the edge.
And fuck am I grateful.
I don’t know why I never spanked a girl before, but it’s my new go-to consequence. Penny’s pinkened ass cheeks beckon to me, so I grab one in each hand while I lick her pussy.
She moans and the sound goes straight to my dick. Are we going to fuck this woman? Roark better not pull back.
So far, it sounds like he is completely on board.
“You took your punishment so well, sweetheart,” he says. “Daddy Cameron wants to reward you. Are you going to come on his tongue?”
“Yes, sir,” she whimpers.
“No more sir ,” he says. “We’re both Daddy now. Say it, sweetheart.”
“Daddy—you’re both my daddies.”
“Good.”
I add a finger to her wet pussy, then a second one to stretch her. The angle is awkward because I want to suck on her clit, but that doesn’t stop her thighs from tightening around my head as her body shakes with an orgasm.
“Yes, Daddy! I’m coming—coming?—”
I keep my fingers in place, reveling in the way her walls squeeze rhythmically. I need to feel her on my cock, pulsing around me.
When the sensations get to be too much, she tries to move away, to get off of Roark’s lap.
“Careful, there,” he says, twisting her around to cradle in his arms. “Why are you in such a rush?”
“You’re poking into my belly,” she says. “What do you have in there, a tire iron?”
“Feels like it,” he says. “Little girl, I don’t think I’ve ever been harder in my life.”
She looks between the two of us. “Is that something we should remedy? Daddies?”
A smirk graces Roark’s lips. “You could kiss it and make it better.”
Fuck me, she eases out of his embrace and lowers to her knees in front of him.
“You sure you want to do this, sweetheart?” Roark cups her cheek in his hand. “We’re moving rather fast.”
“I want to,” she says. “I…I don’t know why, exactly, but I desperately do.”
Well, fuck, so do we. Roark meets my gaze and nods.
We’re really fucking doing this.
Doing her .
“Baby,” I say from behind her, “just how far are you willing to go? Because I’d love to fuck this sweet pussy while you gulp down Daddy Roark’s cock.”
Brown eyes wide, pupils blown out with lust, she nods. “Yes. Yes, I want that, Daddies.”
There’s one hiccup in my plan, and that has to do with protection. I didn’t expect a fuck-fest on this work trip, so I don’t have any condoms. I might be jerking it while giving her another round of head. Not the end of the world, but not the position I’d envisioned.
“Roark,” I say, “you told me you’re prepared for just about anything. How about a last-minute orgy?”
“Condoms are in my bag,” he says, pointing to the duffel he brought from our car. “Side pocket.”
I find a whole box of them. Shaking it with a grin, I say, “Might not be enough.”
I also find a key to the handcuffs. Behind Penny’s back, so she can’t see, I hold it up and raise my eyebrows at Roark.
He nods.
Thank fuck. It would be some kind of twisted to trust her enough to put his dick in her mouth but not trust her enough to take off her handcuffs…although I’m not gonna lie, the handcuffs are hot.
I toss him the key and he frees our girl, then pulls off her tank top. Her nude-colored bra is trimmed in lace and so fucking sexy, but I want to see her tits, so I unsnap it and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts make my mouth water.
Giving us a shy grin, she says, “Thank you, Daddies.”
“We’ll probably put the cuffs back on you again at some point,” I say. “I like the aesthetic, baby girl.”
Roark unzips his pants and pulls out his cock. His shirt keeps falling in the way. He tugs it off so he can stroke himself. “Want to lick it, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Daddy. It looks like it tastes good.”
Fuck. She sounds so innocent and wicked at the same time.
I yank off my shirt and push my jeans down enough to free my cock. Penny looks over her shoulder at me as I wrap it in a condom. I use the tip to trace some of the pink marks on her ass.
“Suck on Daddy Roark,” I say, “so he can hear you moan while I fill you up.”
She braces herself with her hands on his knees and leans forward. Roark groans in approval as her lips close over the crown of his dick.
“Little girl,” he says in a choked voice, “you are far too good at this.”
She simply makes a pleased hum and continues sucking. I grab her hip and line my cock up with her pussy.
“Let Daddy in,” I say, rubbing myself in her wetness.
Another happy hum of approval from Penny.
“That’s a good girl.” I slide into the best place I’ll ever be.
Penny
These men have transformed me. I’m no longer the scared woman on the run who was operating on flawed instincts. My original plan to run away had been terrible. Now I have no plan, but it’s okay because…I don’t know why it’s okay.
Everything is okay when I’m sandwiched between these two and they’re moaning in pleasure and telling me what a good girl I am.
Cameron skims his hands over my stinging ass like he’s admiring the marks they made. I wish I could see it, like float above myself to enjoy the picture we make together. A woman on her knees, leaning forward to suck off one man while another one fucks her from behind.
And we’re not in a hurry. This is slow, purposeful. I love how considerate they’re being. How they checked in all along—after my time with Clive, I forgot what it was like for someone to ask about consent. It’s not that Clive assaulted me, it was more that he didn’t care whether I liked what he was doing.
Roark and Cameron care. Their care is seeped into every movement, stroke, and touch. Every thrust and drag of their cocks, every caress of their hands over my body.
Roark feels incredible in my mouth, hard and smooth, heavy against my tongue. I suck hard and hollow my cheeks, then swirl my tongue around the head as best I can manage.
And the way Cameron fucks me? Holy shit, I have been missing out my whole adult life—I might be able to come a second time, and I don’t usually come from penetration, much less come twice in one session. I’m not sure which part I like best—when he pushes in, or when he pulls out.
“Fuck, I could come right now,” Cameron says.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Roark growls. “You make her come first. I want to hear her scream around my cock.”
“You’re such a bossy asshole,” Cameron says, but there’s no heat to his words. I get the sense that, of the two, he’s the carefree guy who makes jokes out of everything, and Roark keeps both of them grounded. Together they form the sexiest combo I’ve ever encountered.
Roark cups the side of my face and stares into my eyes. “Keep looking at me, sweetheart.”
I could stare into those eyes of his for ages. His irises are a gorgeous brown with a hypnotic golden ring around the pupil. So beautiful.
“You’re doing great,” he says. “Your daddies are very happy.”
The praise warms me through and through. My daddies. My daddies . That’s another thing I can’t believe. I know we’re playing and this is only sexy good fun. They aren’t truly my daddies, at least not in a forever sort of way. But the idea they could be? It makes me feel like anything is possible.
Behind me, Cameron leans forward. He brings a hand around to my pussy and finds my clit, rubbing it in time with his strokes. Pulses of pleasure grow with every movement, stoking a blaze of pleasure that will soon become an inferno.
“Are you going to come for us?” Cameron asks. “Hmm, baby girl? You came so pretty after your spanking, I want to see you do it again.”
Yes. Yes, I’m going to come for them. My body has been preparing for it, my muscles tightening, pussy clenching.
My jaw is starting to ache from being open so wide, but I don’t care. Pleasure is swirling through my veins, hot as lava. Nothing could make me stop now. We’re following this through to its cataclysmic ending.
“You’re going to come for us, baby,” Cameron says. “I can’t wait to feel your little cunt milking my cock, and Roark wants you to scream around his. We’re going to fill you up.”
His words light me on fire, that filthy mouth of his, damn. The tension in my body is extreme, just a few more strokes?—
“Look at me,” Roark instructs, his hand still warm on my cheek. “Look at me and scream while you come.”
“Now, baby,” Cameron adds.
I have no other choice but to let the pleasure wring me out completely. I scream around Roark’s cock, just as he wanted. The sound is muffled and raw. Every nerve in my body is a pleasure point, every muscle is a vehicle for pleasure.
Roark starts coming, groaning my name while his cock twitches and spurts in my mouth. I swallow him down as best I can, but some of the come escapes from the corner of my mouth. When he pulls out, he uses his thumb to wipe the leaking come away and feeds it back between my lips.
Cameron lets out a victorious shout and slams into my pussy so hard, I can feel his balls slapping against me with the force. He goes rigid behind me and his cock pulses with his orgasm.
“Fucking hell, this was incredible,” Cameron says as he eases out of me. “ You are incredible, baby girl. Gimme three minutes and let’s do it all over again.”
Roark chuckles and checks my lips for more mess. He looks the happiest and most relaxed I’ve ever seen him. Once he pulls his pants back up, he lifts me onto his lap.
“I’m all messy,” I say.
“I don’t care,” he says as he kisses my cheek and nudges my face so that he can plunder my mouth with his tongue. His whiskers are ticklish against my skin, and I grin into the kiss. He pulls back briefly to stare at me in wonder. “I can fucking taste myself on you, sweetheart, mixed with the taste of you. It’s addictive.”
Cameron joins us on the cot, which creaks dangerously beneath our combined weight. He runs his fingers through my short hair and tilts my head back so he can take a turn kissing me.
“You’re right, she tastes like come,” he says. “Our dirty little girl, I love it.”
When he lets me go, I snuggle my head against Roark’s giant chest. Roark scoots back on the cot so he can lean against the wall. Cameron grabs the blanket and wraps it around my shoulders, then joins us.
Roark says, “Sleep, little girl. Your daddies will protect you.”
My heart melts. He’s still calling himself and Cameron my daddies. If I’m not careful, I might fall even harder for them.
“What about turning me in?” I whisper.
“Ironwood is a good company,” Roark says. “We’ll take you there and work with our bosses to figure out how to deal with Oberon.”
I reach behind me until I find Cameron’s hand. I want to touch them both while I sleep.
It’s probably just the sex hormones working through my body, but I’m starting to trust these filthy, wicked bounty hunters.
Cameron
I don’t know how to tell her in a way that she’ll trust and believe me, but this girl, Penny Govier, is the girl for me.
I want to keep her forever. I’ll even share her with Roark if I have to.