Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“Baby girl,” he whispers, amused. “You really do like it dirty, don’t you? I didn’t know romance novels could be like this. This is trashier than the worst triple-X stuff on Pay-Per-View.”
I flush hot and almost melt from embarrassment.
“Um, well,” is my stammer.
But Burke interrupts.
“Annabel,” he rasps, drawing my attention back to him. “How would you like to act out that scene?” I giggle nervously, thinking he’s joking. But he’s not smiling. Instead, his hand reaches to his pants, where the outline of his hard cock is visible, and my throat goes dry as I watch him rub up and down the length of it. I can almost see a vein beating through the thick cloth, and the ridge that delineates the glans from the shaft is clearly visible. My mouth waters.
“Um, which scene?” I stammer stupidly. “I’m not sure where I left off.” Yeah, right. I know every scene in that book backwards and forwards, and could probably repeat each word verbatim.
The criminals grin.
“Any scene you want, princess,” growls Bruce to my right. And turning my attention to him, I see that he’s of the same frame of mind. His cock is stiff and ready too, and seeping a bit of wetness through the fabric of his pants. “Or would you prefer a different book?”
“No, um, that one - that one’s fine,” I stammer again. God, get a grip, Annie! But the simple truth is that I’m so incredibly needy that I’m shaking. That these two hot men want to indulge in my fantasy is almost too much to process. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined that would be possible. Yet here they are at my beck and call, offering to bring my fantasies to life. How did this happen? How did I get so lucky?
Plus, the passage that they just read had me creaming in my panties the night before I met them. Reading it again tonight, I’d failed to get into it, but now, everything’s different. I hadn’t been able to get into it tonight because they were just words on the page, and given what I’d experienced, the whole thing seemed silly. But now that my lovers are back, and are asking about role-play, my pussy clenches tight with arousal.
“Why don’t you give us a bit of a backstory, princess?” suggests Bruce as he reaches into his pants and hauls out his thick, long, pulsing cock. My lips part with awe as I wonder at its magnificence.
“Yeah,” echoes Burke from the other side, groaning as he unbuckles his pants and reaches in to pull out his equally huge rod. “Give us something to work with.”
I swallow, wondering how I’m going to focus. But I force myself to act normal as my breasts quiver with need. This is so crazy that I can hardly believe it’s happening. But then again, given current events, anything is possible. I decide to go with it.
“Well, um,” I start, giggling nervously. “The heroine is a noble lady who is kidnapped by a group of outlaws. In the beginning, she’s scared of them, but it turns out they don’t want to hurt her. In fact, they want her, you know, in the physical sense. Two of the outlaws manage to drag her away to safety, but … um, she gets—” I stop, blushing. I’ve never said the word out loud before.
“Say it,” whispers Bruce, his eyes flashing. I swallow.
“She gets … fucked,” I whisper.
“Oh yeah?” asks Bruce, a dirty gleam in those blue eyes. “And how do the outlaws fuck her, little princess?” Something about the way he seems so into the story spurs me on and gives me confidence. I look from Bruce to Burke. Their cocks are pulsing as they stroke them slowly in anticipation, and there’s a gleaming wetness at the tips. But they’re holding back in curiosity. They seem really into this fantasy.
I take a deep breath.
“The outlaws have been really respectful since they kidnapped her; they haven’t gone near her because they’ve been holding back. But now that they have her in their power, they can’t resist any longer. She wants to be with them too. They – they rip her clothes off,” I whisper hoarsely. Burke’s left eyebrow arches in a simple movement of curiosity.
“Like this?” he growls. Reaching forward, he takes both sides of the neck of my nightdress in his hands, and in one strong, easy movement, he rips the cloth off of me. I gasp as my tits bounce out, making both men groan. But then I get into the story, and I cup my huge tits in my hands and push them together for the men to devour.
“Yes,” I whisper in a trembling voice. “Exactly like that.”
“Then what happens?” demands Bruce, his eyes going hard as he stares hungrily at my exposed curves. His obvious lust for me makes my pussy clench and moisten in anticipation.