“All three of us taking her together.”
Ghost focuses on me. “You would want that?”
I remember who I am now. My own person. I’m no longer the good girl who did everything that was expected of her. I’m the rebel who survived being taken, tortured, and forced to do things by sick guys, and I’m still standing. I want to live by my own rules going forward. And if I want to fuck all three men at once, then I will.
“I’d like to try,” I tell him, holding his gaze, so he’s reassured it’s truly what I want. “Would you like to fuck me that way, Ghost? With two other men already inside my pussy and you taking my ass?”
By the way his huge cock visibly jumps, I’d say that’s ayes.
33
ROOK
I noticeno one has asked me if I’d like to get inside Camile’s pussy with Ace’s cock in there as well. It’s just an assumption that I’m happy to go with whatever, and they’re right.
I can’t believe she’s doing this for us, our incredible, beautiful girl. While others might have run from sex after what she went through, she’s reclaimed her body as her own.
Her sexy, naked form is still trapped between me and Ace. I run my hands all over her, tracing her curves, relishing the softness of her skin. Her ass bumps against my cock, and I remember being buried inside her. This time, though, I don’t think about all the bad stuff that came with it. I just remember how good she felt.
“Let’s take this to the bed,” Ace says.
The two of us step away from her and strip off our clothes, dumping them on the floor. It feels strange, heading to the bed with Ace, naked, like we’re the onesabout to fuck, instead of us being there for her. Camile stands by the side of the bed, watching us, her eyes wide.
“How are we going to do this?” I ask him.
I don’t completely understand the dynamics of how it will work.
He smirks. “We need to get close. Uncomfortably close. Camile should feel like she’s taking one seriously fat cock in her pussy rather than two. Hope you like the feel of dick, Rook.”
I stare at Ace, wondering if he’s going to mention that this isn’t the first time we’ve been so up close and personal, but he doesn’t.
Lying down, facing one another, we hook our legs together, thigh over thigh, and then scoot as close as possible. Ace’s balls press close against mine, hot and firm, yet strangely soft, and I wonder if he’s thinking the same. He says nothing, and instead wraps his hand around both our cocks, pressing them together. His thumb brushes over the swollen heads, gathering the beads of precum from our slits and smearing us in it. I shiver at his touch. It’s so different from a woman’s—rougher and harder—but it’s not unpleasant.
I’m hyperaware, too, of Ghost watching us, silent, from the doorway. What is he thinking?
“Think you can manage this, Camile?” Ace asks, pumping both our shafts with one of his large hands and pulling me right back into the moment. “Climb onboard, Princess.”
I fist my hands in the sheets, not wanting to lose control the way Ghost did. How will it look if I come from Ace touching me? He’s not doing it to get me off, but to prepare us for Camile. It won’t be a good look if I jizz all over his hand before Camile has even gotteninvolved. I keep my ass clenched, my hips firm against the mattress to prevent myself bucking into his grip.
Camile climbs onto the bed and joins us. She swings her leg over the top of our joined bodies, facing Ace, which means I get a great view of her ass, at least until Ghost joins in.
She settles herself on top of us, her pussy making contact with our joined dicks. She’s already so wet and ready from her previous orgasms that when she lowers herself, and with Ace’s help, squeezing our cocks together, her pussy swallows both our cockheads easily.
“Oh, fuck,” she cries. “You’re both stretching me so much.”
I don’t want to hurt her, but fuck, it feels amazing.
“Are you okay?” I ask her between breaths.
She swings her hair around over her shoulder to look at me, her pretty cheeks flushed. “Yes, Rook. It feels good. Just give me a second.”
This is all in her control. If she says stop, we stop. She controls the speed, the depth, the movement.
Camile gives herself time to accommodate us and sinks a little lower. I can feel Ace’s cock twitching next to mine. He’s holding back as much as I am. She edges down, inch by inch, the hot, sweet, wetness of her swallowing us.
When she’s all the way down, our cocks fully encased in her pussy, she turns to Ghost, still naked in the doorway.
“I want you, too,” she invites him.
