reverse cowgirl on the top, her breasts bouncing up and down while her head is tilted back in ecstasy.
And my breath hitches when I see a woman with two men, and I fully realize how naive and sheltered I’ve been. I didn’t even know such a thing was possible. One man lying on his back on a flat, padded bench. The woman straddling his pelvis, leaning over him and holding perfectly still. He thrusts up into her vagina from below, while at the same exact time, another man is behind her… fucking her in her ass.
“Oh, wow,” I whisper as I laser my eyes onto the threesome. I feel a rush of wetness seep out of me, soaking my panties, and I have a sudden, unyielding need to do something… anything. Something dirty. What would happen if I put my hand between my legs? Or took Woolf’s hand and stuck it there?
My hands open and close into tight fists while I watch both men pound and hammer at the woman, who is now shrieking in ecstasy. My breath becomes labored, and I shift from foot to foot as I watch. I forget about Woolf behind me and the other people having drinks and making small talk. I forget about the other people having sex all around, and I watch as one woman takes two men at the same time, and I wonder… could I do that?
The man on his back sticks a hand in between the woman’s legs, rubbing at her clit. She cries out, her muscles tightening everywhere, and she starts to shake as she has an orgasm. A tiny moan slips out of my lips in response.
“Christ,” I hear Woolf curse, and then he’s got my wrist latched into his strong hand and he’s pulling me away from the window.
“Hey—” I protest, but he pulls me along roughly behind him.
Back down the short hallway and out the door that we originally came in.
“Woolf,” I say in anger. “I wasn’t ready to leave.”
I expect him to pull me straight back toward The Wicked Horse but instead, as soon as we clear the door and it shuts behind us, his hands are on my shoulders and he pushes me back hard into the concrete wall of The Silo. The only thing that prevents my head from hitting the wall is his hand behind it as he crushes his mouth down on mine. He lets out a deep groan as our tongues meet and his other hand comes to my breast, squeezing it gently through the flimsy material of my dress and then pinching my nipple hard.
“Woolf,” I cry out in pleasure as I pull my mouth away from his for a brief moment.
His hand falls away from my breast and I think he thinks he hurt me, but it immediately drops down to my dress and he starts to haul it up as he kisses me again.
Cool air hits my legs, which nearly buckle as his hand snakes down the front of my panties. He does nothing more than rub two fingers back and forth between my legs, and I’m almost embarrassed at how easy they glide because of how wet I am.
Woolf’s face pulls back slightly, and he looks down at me with menacing eyes that glitter with full-blown lust. “I’m going to fuck you, Callie. You’re so wet and ready right now, and I know you need it. God help me… I fucking need it too.”
Chapter 9
Woolf
I’m going to hell.
I’m going to hell.
I’m going to hell.
I don’t fucking care.
I wait just a moment to see if Callie’s going to fight me on this but instead, she ends up tilting her hips against my hand, silently demanding more.
Pulling away from her, I immediately start working at my belt buckle. I am frantic with the need to get inside of her, having never felt hornier in my entire life. I’ve seen threesomes more times than I care to count. Hell, participated in them too. And yeah, they’re a turn on, no doubt.
But watching Callie watch that ménage?
It was the most sensually erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life. It put everything I’ve ever seen in The Silo to shame. Her breathing became ragged, she clutched her fists tight, and her skin flushed pink. I watched her lick at her bottom lip while her eyes glazed over, and I knew… she was
And my breath hitches when I see a woman with two men, and I fully realize how naive and sheltered I’ve been. I didn’t even know such a thing was possible. One man lying on his back on a flat, padded bench. The woman straddling his pelvis, leaning over him and holding perfectly still. He thrusts up into her vagina from below, while at the same exact time, another man is behind her… fucking her in her ass.
“Oh, wow,” I whisper as I laser my eyes onto the threesome. I feel a rush of wetness seep out of me, soaking my panties, and I have a sudden, unyielding need to do something… anything. Something dirty. What would happen if I put my hand between my legs? Or took Woolf’s hand and stuck it there?
My hands open and close into tight fists while I watch both men pound and hammer at the woman, who is now shrieking in ecstasy. My breath becomes labored, and I shift from foot to foot as I watch. I forget about Woolf behind me and the other people having drinks and making small talk. I forget about the other people having sex all around, and I watch as one woman takes two men at the same time, and I wonder… could I do that?
The man on his back sticks a hand in between the woman’s legs, rubbing at her clit. She cries out, her muscles tightening everywhere, and she starts to shake as she has an orgasm. A tiny moan slips out of my lips in response.
“Christ,” I hear Woolf curse, and then he’s got my wrist latched into his strong hand and he’s pulling me away from the window.
“Hey—” I protest, but he pulls me along roughly behind him.
Back down the short hallway and out the door that we originally came in.
“Woolf,” I say in anger. “I wasn’t ready to leave.”
I expect him to pull me straight back toward The Wicked Horse but instead, as soon as we clear the door and it shuts behind us, his hands are on my shoulders and he pushes me back hard into the concrete wall of The Silo. The only thing that prevents my head from hitting the wall is his hand behind it as he crushes his mouth down on mine. He lets out a deep groan as our tongues meet and his other hand comes to my breast, squeezing it gently through the flimsy material of my dress and then pinching my nipple hard.
“Woolf,” I cry out in pleasure as I pull my mouth away from his for a brief moment.
His hand falls away from my breast and I think he thinks he hurt me, but it immediately drops down to my dress and he starts to haul it up as he kisses me again.
Cool air hits my legs, which nearly buckle as his hand snakes down the front of my panties. He does nothing more than rub two fingers back and forth between my legs, and I’m almost embarrassed at how easy they glide because of how wet I am.
Woolf’s face pulls back slightly, and he looks down at me with menacing eyes that glitter with full-blown lust. “I’m going to fuck you, Callie. You’re so wet and ready right now, and I know you need it. God help me… I fucking need it too.”
Chapter 9
Woolf
I’m going to hell.
I’m going to hell.
I’m going to hell.
I don’t fucking care.
I wait just a moment to see if Callie’s going to fight me on this but instead, she ends up tilting her hips against my hand, silently demanding more.
Pulling away from her, I immediately start working at my belt buckle. I am frantic with the need to get inside of her, having never felt hornier in my entire life. I’ve seen threesomes more times than I care to count. Hell, participated in them too. And yeah, they’re a turn on, no doubt.
But watching Callie watch that ménage?
It was the most sensually erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life. It put everything I’ve ever seen in The Silo to shame. Her breathing became ragged, she clutched her fists tight, and her skin flushed pink. I watched her lick at her bottom lip while her eyes glazed over, and I knew… she was
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