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Carmen Andrianakis, Alias: Ms. Smith,
Interstellar Brides Processing Center, Miami, Florida
Don’t worry,she said.
Nothing will hurt,she said.
Only a formality…
Warden Egara was a liar. A brutal, cold, calculating…
“Look at me when I am fucking you, mate.” The command plucked a chord inside my chest like my heart was a guitar string, and that damn string ran directly to my clit. Wet heat at my core throbbed and felt heavy. Empty.
No. Not me. Notmybody.Hers.Whoever this stranger was, I was somehow locked inside her mind, feeling what she was feeling.
Wantingwhat she did. Needing it.
Like me, this woman had some sass. “You aren’t fucking me yet. Not like he is.”
Like he is? What?
Someone shifted beneath me, a massive cock moving in and out of my ass just enough to make me drop my head back and moan. God, it was so big. So tight. So, wicked, decadent, hot and... forbidden.
I clenched my muscles around that cock and forced a moan from the throat of the man beneath me. A feminine satisfaction I had never once felt in real life filled me like a drug. But this wasn’t me. Right?
This body, this womanknewthese men were hers and hers alone. There was no doubt. No shame. She laid on top of her lover, back pressed to his chest as he filled her from behind. As he plucked my—I meanhernipples. Growled in her ear. “You like that, mate? You want more?”
“Yes.” The answer was immediate.
I—she—whatever. I was here. Somehow, I was experiencing what was happening to someone else’s body. I hadtwolovers. One beneath me, holding me down as his hands played with my breasts, his cock buried inside me. The other stood before me, pre-cum leaking from the tip of his rigid length. My legs were spread wide. I was open and ready, so wet the air felt cold on my aching pussy.
Somehow Iknewthat he had just sucked me off, that his tongue and lips had worked my core, licked and sucked and devoured me until I exploded.
Iwantedthat cock inside me. Now. Right now. Nothing less was going to satisfy me. I was an animal. Feral and needy. I’d heard the wordsbasic bitcha thousand times and I was giving that stupid term a wholenewmeaning.
Lust wasbasic. Pleasure. I’d always dreamed about having more than one lover, but I’d never had the guts to try it out. I was an upstanding citizen. My momma took me to church every Sunday until I graduated from High School. I only had sex with someone I was dating and usually in the missionary position. I didn’t ask for more. I never told the handful of lovers I’d had what I really wanted. Because what I dreamed about was naughty. Filthy.Wrong.
Here I was, naked with a cock inside my ass and another about to fill my pussy.
I feltbad.So, so bad. Naughty.
I wanted more.
As if this ghost woman read my mind, she arched her back, driving the shaft inside deeper even as I felt the wet lips of my pussy open like a flower. “Please.”
The man before me cupped his cock, rubbing the pre-cum around the tip with his thumb. I looked up at him but couldn’t quite make out his face.
Damn it, I wanted to see his—
“That’s right, love. Beg.” He thrust deep in one slow, smooth motion that had me keening like a wild animal. I was so close…
“Not yet, love. Don’t you fucking come until you take all of us.” A man’s hand tunneled into my hair and angled my head back, my chin up and to the side. She gasped, but not in shock—as I was—but in anticipation. Sheknewthis was coming.
I licked my lips and opened my mouth wide, reaching across the soft fabric for the muscled thigh I somehow knew would be there. He moved as I did, kneeling on one side of me, his foot placed on my opposite side, near my waist. There, easily within reach was a magnificent, massive cock attached to six-pack abs and thighs so muscled they couldn’t be real. They just couldn’t be—
I reached for his cock and pulled him down to me. Licked the tip to tease him.
