Page 34 of Freed By Wrath

“Well, that’s not the only reason for a condom, sweetheart.” The brunette one adds, looking above my shoulder towards the blonde one, and I notice how familiar his tone of voice is to me.

“I know, I know, it’s stupid…” And here I am, following old habits.

“Shh, none of that. There’s nothing stupid in bed when all the people involved want it.” the man behind me murmurs, making me feel… accepted.

There’s a heavy pause. The brunette looks over my shoulder at his friend, then back at me.

“Are you clean?” he asks.

“Yes.” This is reckless, but I want it. I want it so bad. I never got it like that. Even in a relationship as long as the one I had, all I was given was wrapped-up cock, even though I now understand why.

He couldn’t risk infecting me. Or her.

Somehow I’m happy for it.

Brunette doesn’t hesitate. He tosses the condom aside and strokes his thick, bare cock once, eyes locked on mine.

“Come here.”

I hesitate, suddenly nervous. “I don’t want you to do something you’re not comfortable with just to please me—”

“Go on, trouble,” the blonde encourages, gently pushing me forward. “Your ride is waiting.”

I turn and kiss him hard, tasting the hunger on his tongue, before letting him guide me back toward the couch.

The brunette waits for me on the couch, his thick cock standing hard and leaking.

I climb over him, turning so my back presses against his chest, and start sinking.

The moment his fat cock head pushes inside me, I moan loudly. I slide down slowly, taking every thick inch until my ass is flush against his lap, completely impaled.

“Fuck… so tight,” the brunette groans behind me, his big hands instantly grabbing my tits, squeezing them hard as he starts thrusting up into me.

“Valerie, Valerie. What a sight you are.” The man who kidnapped and somehow saved me murmurs just before he drops to his knees in front of us, and without hesitation, buries his face between my thighs, licking and sucking my clit while the brunette fucks me deep.

I cry out at the overwhelming sensation.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god.”

“C’mon sweetheart, come on my cock. Let us feel you.” The man behind me asks, and all I want is to give it to him. To them.

But something is missing.

Another pair of hands.

A cock in my mouth.

Fuck, what is happening to me?

“I want more. Give me more, please.” Desperate, I reach forward and grab the curved horns of the blonde’s mask with both hands, holding onto them tightly as I start riding them both.

“That’s it, trouble,” he growls against my soaked folds, his voice muffled. “Use my face. Ride my tongue while he fills that pretty cunt.”

I grip the horns harder, pulling his face deeper into my pussy as I roll my hips faster. The brunette’s hands knead my breasts roughly, pinching my nipples while he thrusts up hard, desperate and panting.

“So fucking wet… you’re dripping everywhere,” he rasps, voice breaking with lust.

“More, fuck… I’m… I’m almost—”