Playing With The Criminals Read online S.E. Law

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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
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I groan as I feel her strong little hand pumping the length of my cock, faster and faster, making her tits jiggle in our faces. In response, I push my fingers deeper into her tight little pussy, massaging her G-spot. Her cunt clenches around my fingers, and I know she’s close, even as my brother begins fingering her anus.

“Oh!” she moans again, her head falling back with delight even as her knees spread to give us better access. “Touch me there.”

“That’s right, baby girl, jerk those cocks,” growls Bruce against her tits as he fucks into the motion of her hand. Pre-cum is beading on the head of his pulsing cock, and it must be on mine as well because I can feel my balls tense up, getting ready for the second intense orgasm in minutes. This girl makes me feel like a teenager again. It’s been years since I was able to stay hard between orgasms and come again in such a short period of time.

But our girl isn’t a shy pansy.

“Oh yeah, finger fuck me,” pleads Annabel in a moan, her eyes clenched shut as she jerks us harder and harder. I moan at her words, turned on by the request, and ram my fingers deeper and harder into her cunt, rubbing her G-spot. “Finger fuck me, daddies,” she repeats, pumping us harder. Bruce obeys as well, and I can feel his digits spearing her ass as I burrow into her drenched twat.

As I feel my balls draw tight, I see Bruce break away from her nipple and lean down to her pussy, all without upsetting the angle she has on his cock while she jerks it. As I finger fuck her pussy, Bruce places his lips on her clit and sucks, making her moan and jerk us harder.

That does it. Annabel bursts and squeals, her pussy and ass erupting into spasms.

“Oh god!” she cries out, both sweet spots clenching with ecstasy. “Yes!”

Bruce and I both groan into her flesh; me onto the huge cushions of her tits as I suck her nipples, and Bruce into her cunt as he licks and sucks her clit. Jerking us hard and fast now, she makes us both come as she squeals and mewls. Semen squirts out the tips of our cocks as we grunt through clenched teeth; hot cum bubbles over her pumping hands and onto the soft flesh of her thighs.

Unable to stop myself, I bite into her tits as I fuck into the motion of her hand and see Bruce do the same. We squirt hot seed all over her thighs as the hard clenching of her pussy and ass around our fingers subsides. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. I came so hard I think I may have sprained a muscle in my balls.

“Mmmm,” Annabel moans, her eyes dazed and sated. I look up and have never seen a more beautiful sight: our angel is all cream and flushed, rosy curves; she’s spattered with semen and her hole is dripping with female juices.

But suddenly, a light flicks on in the hallway, and the three of us freeze, going still. Bruce and I exchange glances and know immediately: we’ve overstayed our welcome. We hastily lean over to kiss our goddess, and before the count of three, we’re out of that penthouse, our practiced movements allowing for a quick escape.

Just as before, as Bruce and I make our way back to our lair in silence. But this time, we’re going to have a talk. It’s necessary because we have to address the problem of Annabel’s trust for us and her continuous questions. The trust she’s placing in us is problematic. She wants to know us. She wants to be with us, and god help me, but we want to be with her too. This is becoming more than about kinky sex, and the most bizarre part is that I don’t mind it. Maybe there is a way we can bring our goddess into our lives without jeopardizing our personal safety. But it has to be done in a way where Annabel doesn’t get hurt. As crazy at it feels, her well-being has suddenly become incredibly important to us, and we’ll stop at nothing to protect her.

11

Annie

The light clicks on in the hallway, and before I know what’s going on, my lovers disappear in a flash. One moment they’re on my bed, and the next, they’re gone. Then there’s a knock on the door that causes my heart to pound in my throat. I don’t answer. I’m still lying on the bed in my torn nightdress with Burke and Bruce’s cum all over my thighs and my pussy still clenching from orgasm. What do I do?

Another knock sounds.

“Miss Annie?” comes Timothy’s voice from the other side of the door. Annie? Once I would have felt satisfaction from hearing my nickname called through the heavy oak door, but now it sounds weird to me because I’ve gotten so used to my alpha male lovers calling me “Annabel.” It’s the birth name I’ve always hated because my father gave it to me. But now, it’s taken on a new meaning.


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