Free Dark Paradise by Cassidy Hunter Page A

Moonbruin’s lips or even from the excruciating pleasure of his viselike fingers.
    “Yes!” She couldn’t help but scream it. She wanted to say what she felt but couldn’t find the words.
    And maybe because he understood her more than she’d realized, Mach went to his bags and grabbed a strip of cloth, then tied it over her eyes.
    When she was blind, the sensations intensified even more. She saw nothing and felt everything.
    Elder had her legs stretched to an almost unbearable width, and she bucked against him, trying to pull her legs a little closer together.
    Gemian pushed his long, long tongue inside her, his teeth scraping her clit. He ate with enthusiasm, with low sounds of enjoyment, his tongue ever twirling and plunging.
    Her climax exploded, and she dimly heard groans and hushed moans from her audience and knew they welcomed their own orgasms.
    “The Moonbruin’s climax spills over and affects each of us,” Elder said, his voice strained and harsh. “This is why Danix wanted him to taste you.”
    Gemian released her nipples and her pussy at the same time, and the intensity of the loss was overwhelming. She wanted more. She shook her head violently, trying to dislodge the blindfold. “I’m not finished!”
    Then Mach’s deep voice penetrated the fog of disappointment in her brain. “I will fuck you, Cin.”
    She could have cried with relief. “Yes, Mach. Oh yes.”
    He slid his huge cock inside her with an unbearable slowness, then pulled nearly all the way back out. She felt lips at her aching breasts, a tongue soothing her distended, abused nipples.
    She neither knew nor cared whose lips drew her nipples inside his warm, moist mouth. It mattered only that it felt like heaven.
    Elder held her legs open as Mach plunged inside her, his own cock hard against her ass. Sandwiched between the two men, unable to move, to touch, or to see, she gave herself over to them.
    Mach pounded into her, harder, faster, deeper, hitting her clit with every thrust. Her battered body tightened with the looming orgasm, and then it was there, a release so powerful she couldn’t find the breath to so much as moan. Her climax beat at her in waves of crushing intensity. For a moment there was nothing but silence and darkness, and she was nothing but one huge raw nerve ending. Even her heart seemed to stop beating.
    Everything rushed in at once, all the day’s sounds, the roaring inside her skull, Elder’s strained, low murmuring.
    Mach continued to fuck her, his hands at her ass, holding her still as he took her to the sharp edge of yet another orgasm.
    His cock filled her, stretching her painfully to accommodate his large, unrelenting dick, and she welcomed the pain as she welcomed the pleasure. She wanted to touch him, to dig her nails into his back, to suck at his lips, to bury her face against his throat, but she could only hang there, helpless and restrained, and take whatever was given her.
    Elder shuddered against her back, and Mach groaned, his thrusts slowing. He pulled himself from her sodden, throbbing pussy, and in the next moment she felt hands at her wrists, loosening her bonds.
    She was lowered to the ground, to soft grass, and though she tried, she could not close her legs. They had been open in a strained position for too long, and it was beyond her power to move them. Exhausted, she could only lie there as she was gently rearranged, crying out once as finally someone pushed her legs together and covered her with a blanket.
    When her blindfold was removed, she kept her eyes closed, not ready to face the day, or the faces, or reality.
    “They’ve gone,” Elder said, and she knew the housekeepers had slunk away as suddenly as they’d arrived.
    The men lay one on each side of her and snaked their arms around her sated, exhausted body. They stroked her hair, gave her gentle kisses on her forehead and cheeks, and talked to each other in low voices.
    Comforted, she slept.
    When she awakened, the men had gone and