Honor Bound by Joey Hill (speld decodable readers .txt) 📕

“Don’t ask me what I want; just do whatever you need.” She was high as a kite, on drugs, soaring. She didn’t know what she wanted except to give him anything he asked.

Ford simply lifted her as if she weighed nothing, set her on her feet, bracing her hands on the table. Instead of giving her to Simon, he fished a condom from his pocket, unzipped, and pulled himself free.

Glancing over her shoulder, her body pulsed. God, he was long, thick, beautiful, and terrifying. She hadn’t taken a man in three years.

Ford covered her body with his. “Watch us. I need you to see me.” He tipped her head to the mirror.

He had such a thing about mirrors. A vein throbbed along his shaft, the head

plum-colored, the skin stretched, a short nest of pubic curls at his root. He rolled on the condom, grabbed her hip, and watched every move in the mirror, catching her eyes in the reflection. Then he guided himself to her opening. God, as his cock breached her, she understood why he loved to watch. He was so tall, so big. She felt so delicate, so beautiful in the red corset. It seemed to set her skin on fire, and the exotic, erotic feel of it against the underside of her breasts was heaven.

Then his cock broke through. In a moment of pain, she flexed her fingers. He soothed her with a kiss at her nape, and the ache vanished as he eased deeper.

“Fuck, that’s awesome.”

She glanced at Simon. He’d unzipped and stroked a massive erection, the crown a

voluptuous bulb begging for her mouth. He gathered a bead of come from the tip and used it as lubrication, stroking down to his shaved balls, twisting his hand on the way back up. Her blood heated, her pulse raced. The musky aroma of precome swirled in the air. She’d forgotten that sex was sight, sound, and scent as well as sensation. Maybe she’d never known it. Not until Ford showed her tonight.

But God, the feeling. Indescribable. So full, right up to her heart, her throat, tears at her eyes. She’d forgotten. Or maybe it was Ford, how perfectly he fit her. Going to her elbows on the table, she pushed back on him, taking him deeper.

He groaned. “Yeah, baby.” He stroked slowly, leisurely, watching his cock in the mirror, then spearing her with his eyes. “I don’t want to come yet. Not this time. Later.”

She blinked a question.

He answered. “I just wanted to be first to make you feel how fucking good it’s going to be when we really get going.”

And God, it did feel good. She had no clue how much her body had needed this.

“Simon’s turn,” he whispered.

She realized then that he needed to be first in everything. The first kiss, the first orgasm, the first cock. He could let anything be done to her as long as he got to be first. The knowledge lodged in her heart.

He tossed a condom to Simon, pulled from her depths, and got rid of the rubber. “How do you want him?”

She tipped her head over her shoulder. “Facing you.”

He kissed her hard. Sensation exploded in her chest.

Simon sat in Ford’s chair, patted his lap, his cock high.

“I want to watch him enter you.” Ford helped her climb on top, spread her legs, placed her, as if he were giving the other man a precious gift. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered as Simon slipped past her opening.

Ford held her legs open, stroked her thighs, slipped in to caress her clit as Simon slowly pulled her down.

She’d thought how sexy it was meeting Simon’s eyes as Ford put his mouth to her. It was nothing compared to this.

Ford watched and it felt as if he’d entered her. His eyes darkened, shifted, dropping to Simon’s cock inside her, flitting back to her face.

“How does it feel?”

She was filled beyond imagining. No man could do that alone. It was as much Ford’s gaze, his voice, as it was another man’s cock, another man’s hands at her hips, guiding.

She marveled that she could do this, allow this, be a part of it. Her own boldness shot her higher.

Ford put his finger to her clit, rubbed as she rode, then he said one word: “Come.”

Her body clenched, her pussy clamped down on the hard cock inside her, and she

climaxed with a hoarse gasp and tears leaking from her eyes. God, so good.

Yet it was too quick. She needed more time, more of Ford inside her. She hadn’t even tasted him, and now it was over.

“That was just the beginning, baby,” his voice soothed, as if she’d said all that out loud.

Maybe she had.

“I wanted you to have a taste of everything. Now we’re gonna get naked and make you come all night long.”

Six

The corset was the last thing to go. Simon sat in the chair opposite the bed, lazily stroking his cock as Ford unlaced the last binding and let the bustier fall past her hips. He helped her step out of it. Until Sophia stood splendidly naked before them.

“Those are the most perfect tatas I’ve ever seen.” Simon rose, sauntered close, bent, and kissed one pearled peak of her breast, tugging the nipple into his mouth.

Ford’s cock throbbed as she closed her eyes, resting her fingertips lightly on Simon’s head.

The pleasure riding the planes of her face was glorious. He’d reveled in it downstairs as Simon’s cock stretched her, filled her. He’d steeped himself in it as he slid into her tight channel himself.

She had so much more pleasure to receive. They’d given her a fast, hard ride, providing a taste of everything he wanted to do to her. Ford had loved that even as Simon made her come, it was his own name on her lips. Now he wanted slow and luxurious.

“On the bed, baby.” When she didn’t move, Ford picked her up and tossed her.

She squealed and laughed. His breath whooshed out at the li ghthearted tone.