Free Sodom and Detroit by Ann Mayburn Page B

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and tight pussy she had, and Luke couldn’t wait to sample it
firsthand. He moved to where Angel was holding their beautiful
captive and turned the knife so the sunlight flickered off the
blade. “Delicious little thing, isn’t she?” he said and ran the tip
of the blade over his lips.
    Her big dark eyes followed the knife. “I’ll do
anything you want. Just don’t hurt me.” Her voice had a little
shiver of real fear. He’d have to watch her closely to make sure
they weren’t scaring her. While a little fear was a nice spice, too
much would interfere with her pleasure. She moved and wiggled her
backside against Angel’s undoubtedly hard cock and a small smile
tugged at the corners of her scarlet painted mouth. That reassured
him, and he continued with their fantasy.
    Angel grinned at him and ran his hand over the
smooth skin of her throat. “Did you hear that, Luke? She’ll do
anything we want.”
    Endless possibilities momentarily robbed him of his
speech. Maeve sucking a cock with him, Maeve coming in his arms,
Maeve cuddled between them while they slept. The last one brought a
smile to his lips. He had already begun to imagine Maeve as part of
their life together. How nice it would be to wake up every morning
to her pressed between them, all soft and snuggly in her sleep.
    Angel exchanged a nod with him and swung Maeve over
his shoulder. Luke watched his firm ass move in his tight pants as
he carried her into the woods off the road. They came to a clearing
full of wildflowers and tall grass. Angel dropped her gently on her
butt, and she fumbled with pushing the layered skirts of her gown
out of her way.
    They removed their cloaks and laid them on the
grass, creating a bed of white and black silk. Maeve watched them,
uncertainty and desire showing in her expressive eyes. He had never
known another person to wear their emotions so openly, and he found
it greatly appealed to him. Many of the women they ran into only
wanted one thing—their money. The gold diggers would lie and
pretend to be anything and anyone they wanted in order to get close
to them. With Maeve, it wouldn’t be that way. Her eyes and face
told the story of whatever she was thinking and feeling. Angel was
almost impossible to read, but Maeve was an open book.
    Standing next to Angel, he looked down at her and
gave her a wicked smile. He knew how good they looked together, and
enjoyed the way her breath sped up as her gaze darted between
them.
    “What are you going to do?” she asked with a quiver
in her soft voice.
    “Anything we want,” Angel said, and Luke growled at
the way she squirmed. He couldn’t wait to have her move like that
beneath him, twisting her full hips to try and get more of his cock
inside of her.
    He walked forward and helped her to her feet. Small
and fine-boned, her hand was almost totally engulfed by his. The
pulse beat hard in her neck, and fear still shimmered in her eyes.
If she didn’t calm down, he was afraid she wouldn’t enjoy the
experience as much as she could. He had to remind himself that she
knew nothing about him.
    “You’re utterly amazing,” he whispered into her ear.
“Thank you for letting me join you. I won’t do anything you don’t
want.”
    She relaxed, and a look of relief flashed across her
face. He gave her a wink, then thrust her into Angel’s arms. Now it
was finally time to see that lush body she kept hidden from the
world.
    Using the tip of his knife, he sliced the front of
her gown open and jerked it down her body. The last of the fabric
fell away, and he tossed the knife onto the ground behind them. She
was magnificent. Her large breasts looked pillow soft, but her dark
rose nipples were drawn tight. A half corset encircled her waist in
purple satin that glowed against her skin. Her belly had a soft
curve that he wanted to rub his face on, and a pair of purple silk
bloomers protected the rest of her from his gaze.
    “Have you ever seen anything like them?” Angel
asked,