I would give anything for my masked men to come back and take another turn on me just to relieve me of this ache. No matter how many times I make myself come, I’m just never satisfied.
“Holly?” I look up from my computer.
“Yeah, Saint?”
I fucking swoon when he smiles, the guy is fucking heroin to my pussy, the dirty bitch is wet twenty-four-seven. “We have to head out now. When you get done with those charts, head home.” I nod my head and smile my thanks.
“There will be a car waiting for you to take you home.” I shake my head but Chris raises a hand, silencing my argument. “No walking for you tonight. Head down to the garage and our driver will be waiting.” The three of them stalk out of the office without allowing me to say another word. The bad bitch inside me wants to riot and tell them I can get my own asshome, but then the girly girl inside me swoons at how thoughtful they are.
My pussy pulses with need. I glare down at her and narrow my eyes. “We are not going to fuck our bosses, ever. We’re destined for mediocre cock and constantly getting ourselves off until our friends from Friday appear again,” I scold.
Santa, if your listening to my prayers, please send me back those masked look-alikes, because ya girl needs to get fucked!
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHRIS
I stand behind the column in the entryway, patiently waiting. My cock has been rock hard for days and no matter how many times I rub one out or fuck Saint, the ache remains. I need to be inside her again. I need to feel her warm mouth wrapped around my cock and hear the sounds of her cries as my brother and Saint fuck her. I want to see her break apart beneath us.
When the front door opens, my breath hitches as excitement rolls through me. None of us move until she closes the door. When I hear the lock click into place, I make my move. Before she can flick the lights on, I hit the switch on my mask to turn the red LED lights on. I rush forward and wrap my arm around her waist and clamp my other hand over her mouth to mute her scream.
She kicks out and throws her arms around, tryingto break free of my hold. The second the other two hit the switch on their masks I spin her around to face them. When she spots them she stops fighting against me and relaxes in my hold. I roll my eyes, this fucking girl is something else. She should be petrified and fighting harder to get away from us. We fucked her like crazed psychos in my brother’s office, wore masks and bent her to our will, yet here she is, relaxed and trembling with need in my hold over the fact three masked strangers are inside her home ready to make her dirtiest dreams come true.
“Release her,” Nick says in a deep tone. He’s trying to mask the sound of his voice. This time around, we chose to forgo the beards since they got in the fucking way last time. I move to stand with the guys, putting Saint in the middle of me and Nick. Our masks offer us enough light to see her. Her mouth is ajar as if she wants to say something but then snaps it closed.
The shocked look on her face morphs into one of pure seduction. She shucks off her coat, letting it drop to the floor. My brows raise behind my mask, surprised at her bold move. When she reaches for the buttons on her blouse, my cock twitches. She keeps her gaze on us as she begins to give us the best striptease I have ever seen. I’m hanging onto every single movement she makes. When she finally pops the last button, she doesn’t remove it. She glides a finger down the middle of her chest, teasing us with a moan. She stops at the waist of her pencil skirt that hugs her perfectly.
She reaches behind her and begins to slowly drag the zipper down, making us wish for a fast forward button but at the same time loving how she is torturing us with this foreplay.
“For five days, all I have thought about is the way you three owned me.” Her sultry voice only heightens my need for her. When the skirt drops to the ground, she removes her blouse and steps forward. She stands like a fucking goddess, in a white bra and panty set that’s matched with stockings and a garter belt, pair that shit with the red heels she wears and we have a wet fucking dream. She reaches up and pulls the elastic from her hair, then shakes her head, allowing the beautiful raven strands to fall around her shoulders and face. “I’ve spent three days locked in that office with my boss, his brother and their friend.” At the mention of us, I feel Saint tense beside me.
“Did you picture how we fucked you and made you come all over his desk?” Saint asks in a gravelly tone.
She closes her eyes and moans, then cups her full tits in her hands, making me bite down on my lip or I risk groaning out loud. “Yes. Every day I think about it. I’m constantly wet.”
“Are you wet for them or for us?” I push, my tone is filled with hunger.
She cuts her gaze to me and keeps it there as she trails a hand down her flat stomach and then cups her pussy, making herself gasp. “Both.” Her honesty astoundsme, but at the same time, fills me with pride knowing she is just as bothered by our presence at work as we are of her. “I picture them fucking me just like you did. Then I picture the three of you and how good it felt when you ate my ass and fucked my pussy only to have the taste of one of you in my mouth. I’ve been a bad girl,” she admits.
“How bad, snowflake?” Nick hedges.
She looks over at him as she pushes her panties to the side and glides a finger through her folds, moaning. I’ve never been jealous of a fucking finger before but it appears there is a first time for everything. “So bad. I play with my pussy every night and make myself come but it's never enough. I need to feel you inside me, filling me and stretching my greedy cunt out just to accommodate your size. I even get myself off at work when the bosses step out for lunch.” My fucking jaw hits the floor, we’ve all been watching her on the cameras in the office and never once have we seen her do that.
“At your desk?” Saint questions.
“Fuck,” she pants when she pushes a finger inside herself.
“Answer!” Nick snaps.
She’s too turned on to heed the bite in his tone. She lolls her head forward and has a dazed-out look in her eyes as she looks at him. “No.” She widens her legs to give herself better access. “I hide in the bathroom and get myselfoff.”
I can’t stop myself, I slide my hand inside my robe and grip my cock. I hiss, drawing her attention to me. She smirks at the sight of me stroking my cock.
“I have a surprise for you,” she says in a husky tone. The three of us stand here, watching her as she turns around, giving us her back. I bite my lip at the sight of her bare ass cheeks. She grips the waistband of her thong and slowly bends forward, pulling it down her legs. When it is around her ankles and she is folded in half, she reaches back and grips her cheeks, then parts them.
“Fuck.”
“Goddammit.”
