Page 18 of Hold Your Breath
She nods, and they pull her legs back a little more. Swiping my cock through her slick pussy, I make sure the head is good and wet, and when she lets out a needy whimper, I thrust deep inside her.
I need to fuck her.
I keep thrusting, not slowing as she moans, and my balls slap against her ass.
“You should see how perfect your cunt looks taking his cock.”
Micah has a dirty mouth and an excellent view.
Willow’s hand self-consciously moves to her stomach, which jiggles as I pound into her.
“Don’t you dare hide yourself,” Micah bites out, his voice distorter in his mask making his reprimand soundharsh. Willow winces, and he quickly adds, “Your curves are fucking perfection.”
I look over at Micah and smirk. He shakes his head at me and pushes Willow’s leg down a little and toward Jace, making her body slightly roll to the side, and her pussy tightens around me. As I move, she swears under her breath. I take her legs myself and the guys drop their hold on her now that she’s getting close. Jace stands and slips my mask over my head before he takes her blindfold off.
“It’s time to get your reward.”
Jace starts to jerk off above her, and Micah stands and slips his cock from his sweats, joining him. Both move closer to her head as she screams, “Fuck me harder!”
I do exactly as she asks, watching her tits bounce with each thrust.
My pelvis smacks against the perfect globes of her ass as I roll my hips into her, while Micah and Jace jerk themselves at a frantic pace.
“I’m going to come!” she cries out, and she completely shatters around me.
Jace lets go first and cum spurts onto her face. He’s quickly followed by Micah, and then I blow my load with a deep grunt, my hips stuttering as I fill her. Satisfaction washes over me when I pull out and she flopsonto her back. Jace vanishes, but I stay between her legs, pushing my cum back inside her, while Micah strokes her hair. Every time we fuck her, it kills me that we have to walk away. I might not be good at the whole comfort thing, and I know I screw it up with the guys more often than not, but Jace and Micah are good at it. Jace needs to be cuddled, and Micah has the perfect arms for it.Fuck it. I scoop her up into my arms and she panics.
“I won’t drop you,” I say.
Willow thinks her weight is too much for me to carry, and it’s laughable. I may not be able to just pick her up and toss her over my shoulder like a rag doll, but she isn’t as heavy as she thinks she is.
She clings to me as I storm toward the stairs that lead up to her room. Micah doesn’t follow, and I’m grateful, because something has come over me and I need to make sure she knows she is fucking special.
Chapter Nine
Willow
One of the masked men shocks me by carrying me upstairs and sitting me on the en-suite toilet while he runs a bath. When the tub is full, he looks over at me with his mask still on. “You need to learn to love yourself. Every part of you is so damn perfect.”
I scoff, and I swear he growls before he stalks over and wraps his hand in my hair, tilting my head back. “I’m serious. Men like us would kill for a woman like you.”
“So claim me as yours,” I stupidly say.
There is a long pause before he replies, “It’s more complicated than you know, Bunny. It will all makesense soon. Relax, because we are far from done with you.”
And with that, he leaves.
I remain in the tub for way too long; my hands wrinkle, and the water goes cold. I have never loved my body, always feeling the need to cover myself and hide my flaws. If I really think about it, maybe it’s my mother’s fault. She’s always told me to dress to my size, that no one should see so much of my skin, and that showing my cellulite is not flattering.
But you know what? Fuck her.
Fueled by an idea, I get out of the bath and wrap myself in a towel, my hair still dripping wet.
I need scissors. Storming from the room like a woman on a mission, I round the corner toward the stairs and bump into a hard chest. With anoomph, I step back but lose my balance and fall on my ass, dropping my towel and flashing all my bits to none other than Micah’s friend Jace.
“We have to stop meeting like this,” he says, a smirk on his face.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were coming today, or I would have been dressed.” I pull the towel back around my body, and he offers me his hand, which I take.
