A Perfect Storm by Cameron Dane Read Free Book Online

did, Emma cried out, but the sound became muffled when the force of the man’s pounding shoved her forward, and in doing so filled her mouth with Magnus’s waiting cock. Magnus had one hand tangled in Emma’s long hair, the hold keeping her head up for the thrust of his erection. Emma and the blond man did not have on a stitch of clothing, while Magnus was bare-chested and had a pair of jeans riding low on his hips.
    Her eyes wild, Emma didn’t look as if she could take much more, yet the man behind her continued to fuck her relentlessly. He pushed her to accept both men repeatedly invading her body. Emma’s stare held such brightness as she took the assault Sophie thought tears looked ready to fall.
    No way . Sophie took a step into the room, ready to scream this entire castle down. Just as she opened her mouth, someone from behind wrapped an arm around her waist and clamped a hand over her mouth. She screamed against the fingers smashed against her lips but produced no sound. Her heart raced like mad. With thoughts of what might become of her next flooding her mind, Sophie felt sickness churn in her belly. She kicked at the person dragging her back into the hallway. She landed a jab to a shin, satisfied when the person grunted and cursed softly.
    It’s him . Sophie immediately stilled. No matter how quietly spoken, she recognized the deep, smooth tone of Lucien’s voice.
    Lucien put his mouth to her ear. “Do not interrupt them.” As he took his hand away, the pads of his fingers snagged on her lips and pulled a shocking squeeze from her sex. “Just observe.”
    In the room, a dozen feet from Sophie, Emma squeezed her eyes shut as the blond-haired man claimed her cunt once more and shoved her face-first into Magnus’s enormous penis.
    “But she’s almost crying,” Sophie whispered, tugging against Lucien’s hold. “They’re hurting her.”
    Lucien tightened his arm around Sophie’s waist and yanked her back against his front. “No, she isn’t, and, no, they’re not.” His tone held utter confidence. “That is lust and pleasure in Emma’s eyes, not pain.”
    Attempting to look over her shoulder while still trapped in his hold, Sophie glared as best she could. “You can’t know that for sure.”
    Sophie couldn’t swear it, but she thought Lucien chuckled softly. “Emma has a safe word. She is not using it. She wants to be pushed. As Cale takes Emma, he is always observing her and will know if he needs to pull back. Emma loves restraints and being double-teamed.” Unmistakably, right then, Lucien’s cock swelled against the small of Sophie’s back. “Watch and listen.” His voice suddenly a little less smooth, Lucien turned Sophie’s focus back to the room. “You will see I’m right.”
    Sophie had thought it would be impossible to concentrate, what with Lucien so close, not to mention half erect, but the tableau before her held her rapt. She couldn’t tear her attention away.
    The thickly muscled blond man—Cale, Lucien had called him—held on to Emma’s bound arms as he shoved his cock deep into her cunt. He then held there, leaving her stuffed full of what Sophie had seen was an incredibly thick prick. Fully tucked inside Emma, Cale rocked his hips in a slow, circular motion again and again. In response, Emma moaned low around Magnus’s shaft, making Magnus groan too.
    From where Sophie stood, gawking at a private moment, her pussy pulsed in a way she imagined Emma’s must be doing right now. Oh gosh . Sophie squeezed her thighs and continued to stare.
    “That’s my Emma girl.” Cale let go of Emma’s ribbon-bound forearms, ran his hand up between her shoulder blades, and pressed her into the modified bench. “Slow your senses down and let yourself feel everything.” The man lifted his chocolate gaze to Magnus, and the sheer light of wonderment in his eyes did battle with the brightness in the white room. “She’s fluttering around my cock like you would not