Bound and Pleasured (The Masters) Read Online Free PDF

enclosing her with his body. She was between them, these two gorgeous men. She could feel them everywhere, but yet, she needed more. The idea that she was doing this was incomprehensible, yet it was happening.
    Jacob picked her up and carried her to the bed with the curving arms and sat her down. She reached for him, stroking his cock with her hand and lapped him with her tongue, drawing in the salty sweetness of his arousal. Marcus sat down beside her, flicking the silver clamps on her nipples, drawing her hand to his cock. It was a powerful feeling, having one of them in her mouth, the other in her hand.
    She sucked Jacob deeper, tightened her grip on the base of his thick erection. Somehow they moved her; she barely knew when. Jacob sat against the arm, and she was on all fours, sucking him deeper and deeper. Marcus was behind her, stroking her clit, rubbing his cock against her. The pleasure ripped through her, and with each stroke of Marcus’s cock along the seam of her body, she sucked Jacob harder, deeper.
    A rough guttural sound slid from Jacob’s lips, and he pulled her to him, over him, until she straddled his hips. Marcus moved behind her, handing Jacob a condom, which he ripped open. Marcus teased her nipples while Jacob sheathed himself and then settled his hands on her waist, balancing her as he pulled her down to his erection. Their eyes met and held, and he pulled her slowly down on top of him, sliding in inch by inch.
    He pulled her mouth to his, “It’s been too long since I’ve been inside you.”
    “Yes,” she agreed. “Far too long.”
    “Prove it.” He ordered in a guttural challenge, pulling her down as he thrust into her.
    Darla leaned into him and pumped against him, lost in a frenzy of need, riding him, kissing him, until with a guttural sound of pleasure, he exploded inside her. The sound, the look of pleasure on his face, drove her wild.
    She bucked against him, ground herself against the hard pulse of his contracting cock, the climb to the edge controlling her until she fell over, tumbled with a sucked-in breath, her voice lost as her womb shattered into spasms that shook her to her very core. She fell against Jacob, burying her face in his neck, kissing his neck.
    “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, stroking her hair, his hand so gentle—such a contrast to the wildness, the rough dark hunger she’d seen in him only moments before. She loved that contrast, devoured it with tender kisses on his jaw.
    Behind her, Marcus began trailing his lips over her back, his hands caressing as gently as Jacob’s were, turning more sensual, exploring her body, until he slowly eased her to a sitting position and drew her back to his chest. Jacob was still inside her, his dark stare watching her, as Marcus stroked her breasts, arousal bleeding into Jacob’s features, into her body where he thickened. Jacob began pumping into her again, and she lost herself, wasn’t even sure when or how she was on her side, Marcus at her back, Jacob at her front.
    “My turn,” Marcus said, his cock pressing the seam of her backside. She gasped as Jacob pulled out of her, as Marcus slid in from behind. Marcus cocooned her, hard muscle wrapping her, his dick buried deep inside her, one hand on her stomach, the other squeezing her breast. The pressure of the clips on her nipples ripped through her, tore at her with pain and pleasure. She could barely breathe.
    “So hot, and wet,” Marcus said. “I can see why Jacob can’t get enough of you.”
    “So hot,” Jacob agreed, stroking her clit, kissing her.
    Her senses were exploding, her body on fire. “I need…”
    “Need what?” Marcus asked.
    “Jacob,” she gasped, her fingers gripping his shoulder. “More. Need more.”
    Jacob slid his hand over her hip, pressed closer. “More,” he agreed, and she knew he looked at Marcus, knew they said something, but she didn’t know what.
    Suddenly Marcus pulled out of her, and she cried out with the injustice of