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  After a second, she closes her eyes, and rocks with us as we fuck her.

  Ridge brings his free hand up and takes off the gag, letting her moans of pleasure echo through the cabin. They are the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard.

  “That’s it, baby, say our names. Say who are fucking you like gods. Tell us who you want raping your cunt and asshole.”

  “Oh God,” she moans.

  “Not good enough,” Ridge says, and pinches her clit.

  “Ridge, Hudson!” she shouts, and Ridge gives me a smirk. The fucker is gloating she said his name first.

  I’m too lost in the feel of her tight pussy to care though. Seeing her rocking up and down on both of our dicks does me in, and I feel my balls draw up.

  “I’m cumming,” I shout and thrust up hard, feeling Charlotte’s own climax hit. She leans back against Ridge, and I watch as her whole body flushes from pleasure. Ridge follows us both into the abyss, and I feel his cock pulsing inside her ass as he empties his load.

  We all stay connected as we catch our breath, and after a moment, Charlotte locks eyes with me.

  “Can we do that again?”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  RIDGE

  “Can we do that again?”

  My cock jerks in her ass at her words. “We’re never stopping again, baby,” I say, taking her mouth. Her lips part beneath mine as she kisses me back with a wild, reckless passion that I’d missed all these months. Fuck, those last six month were too long to be away from her. Sometimes I didn’t even think it was worth it.

  “Tell us you love us,” I hear Hudson say.

  Pulling her lips from mine, she says the words that always have us wrapped around her finger. “I love you.”

  Sliding my hand down her stomach, I pause on her belly. “Did you go off?” I ask, wondering if she finally went off the pill. It’s something we've been trying to get her to do since we made her ours years ago. She refused, but with good reason. She said not until we retired, not until we did our final job, and now we had. The warden was dead, a six month hit job that made us a cool twenty million.

  “Yes,” she whispers as I slide my hand down further between her and Hudson to find her clit.

  “Fuck, you just made me hard again. We’ve both filled your little cunt a few times. You could already be pregnant.”

  I glide my other hand up to her throat, placing a firm hold on her. I now have one hand on her clit, one wrapped around her neck, and she’s pinned between us with both our cocks still inside her, how we are supposed to be.

  “We didn’t know you’d like it so much. You put up a good fight, but fuck, you wouldn’t stop cumming for us. Was it that it had been too long, or did you like us raping you, taking it however we wanted?”

  “Oh god,” she whimpers, trying to move her hips. We have her impaled on us good, so she can’t move unless we let her.

  We've been together for years; we met doing random jobs for the government. Charlotte’s a doctor, but she’s also trained for field work. Hudson and I always worked together, had been together since we were ten and shared the same foster home, but the day our eyes landed on Charlotte, we knew. She was ours from that moment and has been ever since.

  We all wanted out, but we needed one final job to set us up, and this one was big. We had to get into the prison, kill the warden, and make our escape. The warden was a tricky bastard, and also an extremely paranoid fucker too, as he should be. It’s part of why he never left the prison. I can’t imagine what a person would have to have done for the government to fork out twenty mill to make your death look legit. For the government to frame you for helping two prisoners escape, but have them turn on you, it must have been bad.

  We had to get inside and piss him off enough to want a piece of us. That’s where Charlotte came in. Her job was to make the warden want her, and I’m sure it didn’t take much. She’s utter perfection. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. After she got his attention, we took what he wanted. A man like the warden didn’t like the idea of someone else having what he thought was his.

  Raping her in that prison was bittersweet, and things might have gotten out of hand. Not being able to touch her for months, then finally getting our hands back on her—we were starved. She was our everything. Being deprived of her all this time ripped at our hearts. Never again. I’m not letting her out of reaching distance for the rest of our lives.

  What I hadn’t expected was how much she would like it and how it would get her off so hard.

  “How about we fuck you like this one more time, then we take a shower, and you let us worship you. As much as we like the rough fucking, I think Hudson and I are looking forward to spoiling your body.”

  At my words, her hips jerk and she lets out a little moan.

  “It’s been too long since we loved your body, Charlotte,” Hudson says, placing his hand on her lower belly. “Let’s finally put a baby inside you and have the life we’ve been waiting for. We love you so much.”

  I kiss her neck gently as she starts to rock back and forth on our hard cocks. “We’re here for a few more days, then we’re headed to the island. Everything is ready, and now we can start our family.”

  Charlotte’s hips move in time with our thrusts, and she reaches back to wrap her hands around my neck, while locking eyes with Hudson. She’s sandwiched between us, and the feeling of love spreading through her body resonates into us.

  Our relationship is different, and not everyone will understand it. But to us, it’s perfect, just like our Charlotte.

  EXCERPT FROM

  TAKINg WHAT'S MINE

  COLTON

  My dick pushes against the front of my uniform pants at knowing what’s coming, and I don’t mean my cock. Today I get a taste of my sweet little Rose. I’ve been planning this for weeks. I laugh at the thought of the word “planning.” Planning is putting it mildly. It’s more like obsessing, and invading my every thought. Being sheriff of Kirksville, Nebraska, only makes this that much easier to do.

  I don’t care how much she fights this; I know she wants it. I hope she fights; it will only make my cock harder and her submission so much sweeter. By the end of this weekend, she’ll know who she belongs to. Her life will begin and end with me, and I’ll take nothing less.

  Glancing over, I pick up the naked pictures I took of her. It’s easy to slip the little camera around her bedroom and bathroom, without her knowing. Of course I always have my eyes on her; she’s mine, after all. She’s been mine since the day I first saw her. A fresh-faced second-grade teacher over at the elementary school. So innocent and pure. She needs me just as much as I need her. I can protect her, because if anyone else felt a tenth of what I did for her – I squeeze the pictures in my hand just thinking about anyone else wanting her. I grind my teeth together in anger. No one else can have her.

  The photos range from her in the shower, a few of her changing out of her clothes, and one of her masturbating. In that picture she’s tempting me with her pussy, making me want it. My blood boils thinking that it wasn’t me making her cum, even if that someone else was her. It’s crazy that I’m jealous she got herself off, but it doesn’t matter at this point, because I’ve gone past crazy when it comes to her. There is no going back. At least I know what she was thinking about when she touched herself. Innocent and pure little Rose has dirty fantasies. I’ve read all about them in her diary she thought she’d hidden away so well. I’m going to give her what she wants, even if she begs me to stop, and trust me, there will be all kinds of begging. I can already hear her pleas in my mind, making pre-cum leak from my cock.

  Kissing one of the photos, I stack them back together and place them in my glove box with her diary. I slide out of my cruiser, closing the car door behind me, with a smile on my face. She walked right into my trap.

  Each day when she leaves the school, she takes the same route home. In the country, many of the houses are spread out and hers is one of them. She takes a shortcut, but the ro
ad she uses is all farmland and not paved. It’s just loose gravel that cracks under my boots as I eat up the distance to her.

  The summer just started and today was her last day until the next school year begins. I knew she’d be working late, and I used it to my advantage. I’ve waited long enough for this day, and she’s going to make it up to me with her pussy, her mouth, her ass, and her complete submission. I’ve been hanging on to a thin rope with her, and I can feel myself cracking. I need to touch her, bury myself inside her, and cool some of the raging desire she causes.

  She did this to me. Never in my whole life have I felt this need for someone. She woke this beast inside me, and she’s going to take him. Only she will do. Since the day I first saw her, the thought of another woman only pisses me off. She worked her way into my system, and now she’s going to stay and give me what I need. What we both need. She’s going to wrap her sweet mouth around me, and milk all this lust from my body. I’m going to fill up every one of her holes until she’s dripping with my cum, then maybe I can calm down.

  When I reach her car door, I give two hard knocks to her window, forcing her to roll it down. Her big sea-green eyes look up at me, her bottom lip pouting, and it drives me crazy. Her whole look says “innocent,” and I can’t wait to turn her into my little slut. The things she’s going to do to me, for me – and no one will ever know. It will be a piece of her that only I possess.

  “Sir?” The single word seems to stroke my whole body.

  “Ma’am, I’m going to need you to step out of the car.” Without waiting for a response, I reach my hand in through the window to open it from the inside, making the lock pop up and the door open. Tentatively she unhooks her seatbelt and steps out of the car. She’s hesitant, but complies. Her sweet vanilla smell fills my lungs as she exits the vehicle, and it’s all I can do not to lean in. I don’t give her much room, so she has to sidestep me and slide further down the side of her car so I can slam the door shut.

  The blue and red lights from my cruiser light up the dark warm summer night, giving me a good view of her. She’s wearing a pink sundress that makes her milky skin look like silk. I wonder if my cum would show on her skin, or if it would just blend in like it belonged there. She’s all woman, soft and curvy with generous breasts that I want to taste, and round hips I’m dying to feel against me. Her midnight-black hair is down in big waves that make me want to grip it in my fist. I want to use it to pull her toward me and claim her mouth.

  I love and hate that fucking dress on her. I love that I can slide my hand between her legs and her pussy will be right there for me, but I hate that someone else might have the same thought. I don’t like that her pussy is so easy to get to. Just a rip of her panties and you could be deep inside her warm cunt, and no one besides me will be doing that.

  “Sir,” she starts again, “I’m not sure what I did that made you pull me over, but whatever the reason I apologize. What is it I did exactly?”

  “Nothing,” I say, watching the confusion wash over her face. “Turn around, hands on the vehicle,” I say, indicating that I’m going to give her a pat-down.

  “But – ”

  “It’s best you follow orders, my Rose, it will make things a lot easier for you.” Her eyes snap up at my use of “my Rose” but she slowly turns around, doing as I command.

  Kneeling down, I start with her ankles, slowly moving my hands up as I go. When I reach her thighs, I hear her breathing pick up, and it’s coming out in little gasps. That panicked sound is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

  When I reach mid-thigh, I feel her body go completely still. “Please don’t,” she says in a shaky whisper. She may not know what’s coming, but she knows something is off.

  Leaning in, I place my mouth against her lush full ass, giving a soft bite through the material of her dress, and hear her let out a squeak. She tries to jerk away from me, but both my hands lock around the inside of her thighs, keeping her in place for me.

  “Don’t move again. You’ll only hurt yourself, and I don’t want that. You can’t fight me off, so don’t try. Now, be a good little girl and be still until I’m done.”

  Rising up, I push her body into the car with mine. I rub my erection against her ass, trying to cool my lust, but my balls only feel heavier, dying to get a release inside her. I reach around to her front, and bunch up her dress. I move my hand down and cup her pussy, feeling how warm she is.

  She’s so tiny compared to me, at least a foot shorter than my six-three. Leaning over, I bury my face in her hair, hoping that between holding her pussy and the scent of her, I can calm down. But when I feel a slight wet spot on her panties, all my control snaps.

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