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They’re rough, they’re dirty, and they’re going to give me exactly what I need.
Wrecking my cheating ex’s truck with a bat might have made me feel better… if the one I went after had actually belonged to him, instead of to the burly roughneck currently taking off his belt.
Now I’m bent over in a parking lot with my bottom burning as this ruggedly sexy bastard and his two equally brutish friends take turns reddening my ass, and I can tell they’re just getting started.
That thought shouldn’t excite me, and I certainly shouldn’t be imagining all the shameful things these men might do to me. But what I should or shouldn’t be thinking doesn’t matter anyway.
They can see the arousal glistening on my thighs, and they know I need it rough and dirty…
Author: Piper Stone
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 80,000 words
Excerpt
Dakota caressed my bottom, rolling his fingers down the crack of my ass. The way he gripped my hip with one hand was even more possessive than before. I was barely able to take several deep breaths before he shifted his cock to my asshole. Bristling, I tried to pull away only to be jerked back into position.
“You’re not getting away from me.”
My entire body quivered as he placed his cockhead against my darkened hole. Everything seemed in slow motion as he gently pushed the tip inside.
“You can’t,” I whispered hoarsely.
“Yes, I can.” His eyes narrowed as he pressed harder, driving inside a few inches. The pain was instant, yet the tingling sensations roaring through me were like bottle rockets, the vibrations tickling every sense. As another wave of ecstasy tore through me, I was barely cognizant that he’d shoved the remainder of his shaft all the way inside. The moment made me delirious, my heart skipping several beats.
He gripped both hips, his body swaying as he undulated his body against me until he was fully seated inside. As he pumped in and out, I floated away, enjoying the fullness and warmth, the pleasure becoming sublime.
Every brutal thrust pushed me closer to nirvana, leaving my entire body aching, every muscle tense. The way he rode me was a clear reminder of his demands, his refusal to take no for an answer. When I could tell he was close to coming, I squeezed my muscles, throwing back my head as he erupted deep inside.
“Fuck. Fuck!” he exclaimed, panting as his body continued to shake. Then he lowered down, covering my body with his, allowing me to collapse against him as he rolled onto the bed.
While a part of me wanted nothing more than to curl up against him, cuddling as any normal couple would do, the fact we were strangers was never far from my mind. I allowed myself to catch my breath before moving away, climbing out of bed, walking quickly in order to retrieve the towel. He said nothing as I wrapped it around my chest, fighting to make certain I was completely covered.
Then I heard him chuckle, as if he’d just conquered an enemy.
“You need to go,” I said without looking at him.
He said nothing for a few seconds, the silence jabbing at me. Then I heard a rustle behind me. At least he was gathering his things.
“This can’t happen again,” I stated with authority in my voice.
Again, he said nothing.
I was jittery, my stomach lurching. When I finally found the courage to turn around, I was met with the same contempt on his face as I’d seen only an hour before. But there was a different glow in his eyes, as if by taking me he’d already taken his prize.
He finished dressing then sauntered closer, moving to within a few inches. As he peered down at me, I held my breath. He lifted his arm, moving his hand closer to my face. Then he fisted his fingers, pulling away.
“We’re not finished, Charlie. Not by a long shot. You’re soon going to learn that you now belong to three men who plan on enjoying every single inch of your body. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”
