her.
“God, no, please!”
“Four strokes and we’ll untie your breasts and
fuck you into oblivion,” Ranger promised.
“Take it for us,” Jonathan said with his lips at
her ear. He moved his hips to remind her his cock was still in her
ass, as if she could possibly forget. “I’ll hold you for him, help
you through it, but Ranger wants to know you’ll carry his mark
while they’re gone. Give this to us. Let us hurt you.”
Her gaze met Ranger’s, and suddenly she wanted
to give it to him, wanted to wear his mark while he was in
Washington with Mac. Her chin went up and back down of its own
accord, and Ranger gave her a gentle smile.
“You’re perfect, Bethany. Thank you.”
He delivered the four strikes one after the
other – one on the outside of each breast, then on the inside, just
on the outer line of her areola.
Bethany gave a single, tortured scream
throughout all four strikes, and was still screaming as Ranger
released her bound breasts.
Jonathan held her tight and kept her from
thrashing around, but his mumbled string of cuss words let her know
her reactions had translated to his cock buried in her ass and he
was having a hard time remaining in control. He took a few deep
breaths and finally scooted down the bed and positioned her so
Ranger could get to her pussy, and then they fulfilled their
promise and fucked her into oblivion. She lost track of how many
orgasms she had, and when they both finally came, she rolled
sideways off Jonathan and onto the bed, curled in a ball.
Mac spooned behind her, kissing her neck just
below her ear as he said, “Poor baby, they were so rough with you.
Let me make it better.”
She relaxed for him, and before long was on her
back as he soothed and rubbed the rope marks still showing around
the base of her breasts. He was careful to avoid the whip marks,
already turning colors, so she was sure she would, indeed ,
wear Ranger’s marks for more than a few days.
When Mac climbed between her legs and slid his
cock into her pussy, she moaned and protested, but he said,
“Ssshhh, watching them fuck you was so damned hot. Now it’s time
for you to take what I give you, Cupcake. I know you’re sore, but
you’re just gonna feel every inch of me that much more, right?”
He sank into her with a groan, and Bethany
wrapped her legs around his waist, accepting him into her. He
kissed her neck and worked his way up to her mouth, his lips
spreading hers as he pulled out and pressed back in.
She moaned at the loss of his mouth as he lifted
his head, but then she opened her eyes and was lost in his
gaze.
“Come for me, my beautiful little vixen. I can
tell you’re close, I want to feel you squeezing my cock as you
writhe under me.” He sped up and changed angles, and she was swept
under by the orgasm.
When she slid down from the summit, Bethany
sighed in both relief and disappointment when Mac pulled out, but
then her eyes shot wide open when he pressed into her ass.
She mouthed, “No!” but he only smiled and pushed
in as he said, “So fucking tight .”
“Or maybe you’re just too fucking big ,”
she groused, but Mac only chuckled and picked up speed.
Mac lifted his head and closed his eyes,
pleasure clearly written across his face, and Bethany moved her
legs to give him better access. He leaned forward, kissed her
again, and said, “Sorry, my little vixen, I need to be rough with
you.”
Bethany reached for her clit, but Jonathan’s
hand was suddenly there, working it for her as Mac pounded her ass,
and thirty seconds later Bethany was lost in another screaming
orgasm, followed shortly by Mac growling his way through one.
When Mac sat up, Bethany knew right away
something was wrong. Two seconds later, Mac’s voice snapped, “Get
her out of here.”
Bethany sat up, grabbed his shoulders from
behind, and felt the bones inside shifting and moving.
“Feel my hands, Mac. My hands on your human shoulders.” She dug her thumbs into a trigger
“God, no, please!”
“Four strokes and we’ll untie your breasts and
fuck you into oblivion,” Ranger promised.
“Take it for us,” Jonathan said with his lips at
her ear. He moved his hips to remind her his cock was still in her
ass, as if she could possibly forget. “I’ll hold you for him, help
you through it, but Ranger wants to know you’ll carry his mark
while they’re gone. Give this to us. Let us hurt you.”
Her gaze met Ranger’s, and suddenly she wanted
to give it to him, wanted to wear his mark while he was in
Washington with Mac. Her chin went up and back down of its own
accord, and Ranger gave her a gentle smile.
“You’re perfect, Bethany. Thank you.”
He delivered the four strikes one after the
other – one on the outside of each breast, then on the inside, just
on the outer line of her areola.
Bethany gave a single, tortured scream
throughout all four strikes, and was still screaming as Ranger
released her bound breasts.
Jonathan held her tight and kept her from
thrashing around, but his mumbled string of cuss words let her know
her reactions had translated to his cock buried in her ass and he
was having a hard time remaining in control. He took a few deep
breaths and finally scooted down the bed and positioned her so
Ranger could get to her pussy, and then they fulfilled their
promise and fucked her into oblivion. She lost track of how many
orgasms she had, and when they both finally came, she rolled
sideways off Jonathan and onto the bed, curled in a ball.
Mac spooned behind her, kissing her neck just
below her ear as he said, “Poor baby, they were so rough with you.
Let me make it better.”
She relaxed for him, and before long was on her
back as he soothed and rubbed the rope marks still showing around
the base of her breasts. He was careful to avoid the whip marks,
already turning colors, so she was sure she would, indeed ,
wear Ranger’s marks for more than a few days.
When Mac climbed between her legs and slid his
cock into her pussy, she moaned and protested, but he said,
“Ssshhh, watching them fuck you was so damned hot. Now it’s time
for you to take what I give you, Cupcake. I know you’re sore, but
you’re just gonna feel every inch of me that much more, right?”
He sank into her with a groan, and Bethany
wrapped her legs around his waist, accepting him into her. He
kissed her neck and worked his way up to her mouth, his lips
spreading hers as he pulled out and pressed back in.
She moaned at the loss of his mouth as he lifted
his head, but then she opened her eyes and was lost in his
gaze.
“Come for me, my beautiful little vixen. I can
tell you’re close, I want to feel you squeezing my cock as you
writhe under me.” He sped up and changed angles, and she was swept
under by the orgasm.
When she slid down from the summit, Bethany
sighed in both relief and disappointment when Mac pulled out, but
then her eyes shot wide open when he pressed into her ass.
She mouthed, “No!” but he only smiled and pushed
in as he said, “So fucking tight .”
“Or maybe you’re just too fucking big ,”
she groused, but Mac only chuckled and picked up speed.
Mac lifted his head and closed his eyes,
pleasure clearly written across his face, and Bethany moved her
legs to give him better access. He leaned forward, kissed her
again, and said, “Sorry, my little vixen, I need to be rough with
you.”
Bethany reached for her clit, but Jonathan’s
hand was suddenly there, working it for her as Mac pounded her ass,
and thirty seconds later Bethany was lost in another screaming
orgasm, followed shortly by Mac growling his way through one.
When Mac sat up, Bethany knew right away
something was wrong. Two seconds later, Mac’s voice snapped, “Get
her out of here.”
Bethany sat up, grabbed his shoulders from
behind, and felt the bones inside shifting and moving.
“Feel my hands, Mac. My hands on your human shoulders.” She dug her thumbs into a trigger
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