THEIR CAPTIVE

CHAPTER 12

"Ron...Ron...ah-!"

He began to fuck me from behind and the new position took him to where I badly ached. My weight bore down on him so I'm basically sitting on his dick while he pump his hips underneath.

The coarse material of his cargo rubbed against my naked skin, heightening the sensitivity of my whole body. I'm a bomb, close to detonating and I'm not sure if I can survive after the explosion.

My cervix protested at the overwhelming fullness so I attempted to gain some balance. However, Ronan used his hand holding the loaded Glock to hook underneath my ankle so my feet can't reach the ground.

There's no hiding what we're doing and anyone who would pass will see our connected sexes.

The possibility of being discovered with Ronan buried deep inside me while I moan his name, of him thrusting on my pussy with savagery while my breasts bounced up and down with force, made the situation ten times grittier.

Sinful.

Utterly filthy.

"Raise your legs, msyhka and sit the fuck down" he whispered on my ear, trying to contain his rumbling moans while mine are muffled with his hands.

I've bitten a finger or two yet he didn't react with the pain. He was too busy watching his cock enter me, in and out. The wet sounds we're making too loud for the silence that we're supposed to maintain.

I met Ronan's thrusts by rotating my hips to screw him deeper. My head dropped to his chest behind me, eyes rolled at the back of my head while he fulfilled my need.

His pace is rushed and brutal as if he can't wait to come. All the while, he kept looking around. His attention torn between hiding us and fucking me senseless to finish what had Roman had started.

With every slam of his hips, a whimper slipped out of me and at that moment, we are just heated bodies possessed by lust and earthshattering need.

Despite the current circumstances.

"I can't get enough of this fucking sweet pussy" he gritted.

His labored pants filled my ears while his cock rearranged my insides with each animalistic thrust that conveys bottomless hunger.

The fact that his brother is buried on the same space he currently occupies, fucking the same hole with conviction and finding pleasure in the same body, made this whole charade intimate.

Another scream echoed throughout the woods just as Ronan hit deep, before holding himself there. He circled his pelvis, tip pressing on my spot and scratching that itch.

My mouth hollowed, climbing and climbing that peak the harder and faster he went.

His heavy balls tightened, a sign that he was close from breeding me too. His prior cum is already absorbed by my womb. Roman made sure of that when he pounded my cunt with his brother's cum still dripping from me. Now, it's gaping and starving for his seed to fill me to the brim.

Again.

"I'm close...Ronan...please"

He looked down at me.

Sweat dotted his brows despite the cold wrapping us like second skin. His mouth hollowed in gasps, a telltale sign that he was about to tumble down that cliff with me.

He only gave me momentary pause before he titled us sideways until I'm bared further. His other knee went underneath my other ankle, spreading me eagle like so my impaled cunt is for everyone's viewing.

The cold sting of the snow chilled my engorged clit while there was a lava of unadulterated heat on my hole which Ronan pummeled diligently.

Building and building.

My back bowed and his pace became frantic that we're just mindlessly fucking, craving a release. His grunts rose in a tempo while his blood exploded in my tongue the harder I bite his fingers. His grip on my mouth opened the wound on his palm further, flooding my tongue with the metallic taste of copper.

"Blyat, that feels so good..." Ronan praised.