Page 6 of Savage Daddies
So does the taller one. “Be careful, gorgeous. My friend here doesn’t have much restraint.”
“None of us do,” chips in blue eyes.
“Especially,” continues Godzilla, “when it comes to a girl like you. Look at you.” His eyes scroll up and down my body, and that alone increases my desire for them. “You’re so gorgeous.”
“You can’t even see me.”
“I just know.”
“Yeah,” says blue eyes. “My friend here has good intuition.”
“Tell me your names.”
“Like we said before—” Country boy closes the space between us, and I feel his length press against my stomach. “It’s a masquerade. We can’t.”
Isit the masquerade rules preventing them from revealing their identity, or something else? Maybe they’re criminals, and pose high risks to the safety of Vegas.
Maybe they’re wanted by the police.
Maybe all three of their names are pinned on the noticeboard.
Maybe police are currently searching for them, and they’re here because this is a good place to hide.
It should terrify the average person. When three mysterious bikers attend a party and are adamant on staying anonymous, you should take that as a red flag and run in the opposite direction.
Trouble is, my pussy burns so much for them.
I extend my arm and stroke a finger up and down country boy’s dick.
Another grunt.
“Princess,” says Godzilla. “I’m serious. Don’t torment us.”
“But what if I want you all to fuck me?” Somehow, even though all three of them stand like pillars, I manage to push past them and make it to the corridor. I turn around. Waggle my eyebrows. “Are you coming?”
They will be.
I’ve had my fair share of hookups, but adrenaline has never thumped through my bloodstream like this before. It feels like a race. A need. Stronger than the two-day hunger I experienced when Father once forgot to buy groceries.
I sit on the bed and pat the space next to me for them to join.
“Are you sure about this, sweetheart?” presses the blue-eyed one. “Once we start, we won’t be able to stop.”
“Have you ever had group sex before?” the tall one asks.
I shake my head.
“Innocent,” country boy says to the others.
“No,” I snap. “I’m not innocent.”
I lie down on the bed and tease a hand between my legs.
“Let us take care of you,” says the tall one. “You look stressed.”
He lowers onto the bed and rides the hem of my top up over my head. The blue-eyed one snakes a hand up my back to undo my bra.
And that’s when it hits me—I’m topless in front of all of them.
