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what she said. Said she’s the wicked witch.”
    “But the witch who hired us was hunched over and smelled bad.”
    The woodsman chuckled. “I’ve already punished her for telling lies.”
    A low hum raced into her pussy when her shift was lifted. Cool air washed over her heated skin. “Damn, that’s a pretty ass. Nice and pink.”
    “Thought you’d like that.” Another pat to her head. “Test her cunt. She was soaked when I spanked her. I bet her pussy juice is dripping down her thighs by now.”
    She squeaked when rough fingers brushed the insides of her thighs, sliding up. He didn’t bother teasing her pussy lips—he drove in with one long finger.
    Her cry was muffled around the cock in her mouth but the men seemed to understand what she needed.
    “Damn, she’s hot for it.” Two fingers plunged into her pussy, fucking her hard and deep. She thrust her ass back, silently begging for his penetration.
    “You’re supposed to be sucking my cock, honey.” The growl from the woodsman drew her attention back to the cock in her mouth.
    “Sorry. Didn’t mean to distract her.” Glen smacked her bare ass with his palm, sending another bright shimmer into her pussy. “Make him come, baby.”
    She moaned around the shaft sliding between her lips, taking him as deep as she could, wanting to please, wanting the sensation to continue. Light taps to her backside continued as she worked the cock in her mouth.
    The dual sensations had her whimpering, silently begging for more. Unable to stop herself, she released her grip on the woodsman’s thigh and reached between her legs. The first light touch made her groan. She slid her finger along the side of her clit, teasing the tight flesh. So good. She rocked her hips in slow circles, feeling every delicious thrust against her own fingertips.
    “Forrest, is she allowed to touch herself?”
    She heard the question and the warning behind it but there was no way she could stop. She had to come.
    “No,” the woodsman— Forrest —replied.
    She ignored the danger surrounding his response and pressed just a little harder. The ache in her pussy grew as she pumped against her fingers. She forgot about sucking. Letting his cock rest in her mouth, she worked her clit, craving the release she knew was just out of reach. Tension filled her core, tightening, one touch more and—
    Ooh, the delicious flutters spread through her pussy, bright and lovely.
    It took a moment before she realized the forest around her was silent, no birds twittering, no leaves rustling.
    Definitely no heady sighs from the woodsman.
    Keeping her eyes low, she tightened her lips on his still-hard cock and sucked.
    “Oh no, honey. You don’t deserve my come…not anymore.”
    The lovely shaft was drawn from her lips. Malicia sat up on her knees and flipped her hair back.
    “But—”
    Forrest, as she knew him now, shook his head. “Only good girls get to suck my cock.”
    Disappointment swelled in her chest as he eased his cock back into his leathers. The bulge looked uncomfortable but he didn’t seem at all interested in letting her continue.
    “But I needed—” She pushed back on her heels and stood up. She glanced at the second man and realized he was the other woodsman she’d hired. Forrest and Glen. She didn’t remember them seeming quite so hunky and delicious when she’d hired them.
    The past few minutes loomed large in her memory but she reminded herself who she was. This was her forest, dammit!
    Searching for her normal self-confidence, she lifted her chin and pushed her shoulders back. She raised her gaze and boldly met their stares. The evil glint in her eyes must have been missing because both men smirked, then their gazes dropped to her chest.
    “Damn,” Glen murmured.
    “I hear that,” replied Forrest.
    She intensified the glare but Forrest only grinned. “I won’t apologize for staring, honey. You’ve got some gorgeous tits.”
    Under the combined stares of the men, her nipples