Chapter Eight
Connor couldn’t believe just how tight Sunny’s cunt was. He’d had trouble with some girls in the past, especially when their nerves got the better of them. They’d tense and tighten up, and he was only interested if everyone was having fun.
Sunny had let out the softest little whines, but even if she didn’t realize it, she’d pressed back toward him, too.
Funny to think that such a small girl—such a soft one—could take him so well, even when he was rough.
And hewasrough. He wasn’t like Trent, didn’t enjoy giving out pain for the sake of it, but he also wasn’t a gentle man. Maybe it came from his size, from his work with livestock, but he’d just never been the sort to go easy in life.
So he didn’t do that with Sunny, either. He grasped her hips, enjoying the way they fit into his hands, and fucked her just the way he wanted. Her little gasps and broken moans said she didn’t mind it a bit.
It was perfect—more than he could have ever imagined. That first night had been great, even without getting inside her, butthiswas better. Not just because he filled her up, but because heknewher, because there weren’t any games between them, any of that ‘no names’ bullshit. Instead, they’d pushed her until she’d melted for them, until she was clearly in that marvelous space where she wasn’t thinking about a thing except what they did to her, except how her body reacted, and that was exactly where he wanted her.
The bullshit of her past, that fucker who had hurt her, was all so far gone in that moment.
Sure, those things would come back, but they’d deal with that later.
He leaned forward slightly, not pulling out as much so he could sink deeper and take her harder. He didn’t want a moment outside of her sweet little body.
Trent stroked his cock, his gaze moving over Sunny from his place on the chair, the heat in his eyes saying he liked the sight.
Then again, who wouldn’t?
Garrison had his fist against her lips and his eyes pinned to where his cock disappeared into the heat of her mouth.
Fuck, Connor had never felt this before.
It was downright magical, which was a stupid thing to think, yet he couldn’t come up with a better word. They’d run into the woman a second time, against all odds, and he had to admit…maybe it was fate. Maybe she was something they were supposed to find, a piece they’d been seeking for years without any luck.
Connor threw the thought away, because there wasn’t room for what-ifs right then. He wanted to savor each second, to drown in the way her cunt wrapped around him, to gorge himself on the broken little sounds she made.
His balls tightened, that nagging release coming far too fast.
Then again, he wasn’t sure she’d had much sex recently. While a little soreness was a good reminder, too much?
He didn’t want her really hurting.
“Fuck,” he groaned, slamming into her, timing with Garrison’s thrust so when Connor pulled back, Garrison pushed forward, never leaving the girl empty for even a second.
Trent reached beneath her and flicked the weight, making it tug at her abused nipples, and the way she reacted?
Like a bucking mare, but he wasn’t a man to be thrown. Her cunt squeezed down, tightening around his dick, making resisting any longer impossible.
The woman came hard, like she’d done every time, as if each release was her breaking apart and fitting back together. The muscles in her back tensed, but the bindings kept her from moving, let him keep fucking her right through it until it set off his own release.
He gripped her tighter, some primal instinct inside him wanting to make sure she didn’t get away, that he spilled every last drop inside her hot cunt.
He thrust again, slower, his breath heavy as her pussy did that marvelous squeezing thing around him and the aftershocks milked him dry.
Finally, he pulled back, rewarded with the sight of her cunt, flushed and swollen and wet from her own pleasure.
Yeah, fucking magical.
Trent was about to explode. He enjoyed a good show, and Sunny had put on one hell of one. The weight attached to the clamps swung forward and back, driven by just how hard Connor had fucked the sweet girl. Each time it happened, when the weight hit the top of its arc, when the pull against her nipples was at its highest, she whimpered out that soft sound that made him slow his hand so he didn’t come just yet.
Garrison slid his fingers into her hair, moving the strands from her eyes, forcing her to look up at him. His cock spread her lips out, her cheeks red and her mascara running.
What is it about running mascara that is so dammed sexy?