Ravish: The Awakening of Sleeping Beauty - By Cathy Yardley Page 0,28

with her own, squeezing her breasts as her hips rocked frantically. Then she cried out, a throaty, rippling sound of satisfaction.

Rory leaned against the boulder, hoping that this meant it was over. She was confused by what she was seeing. She was also, she hated to admit, strangely aroused, her pussy starting to pulse disturbingly.

They weren’t finished. The woman, “Serafina,” changed position, getting on all fours. The blond took position behind her, the dark-haired man in front of her. The blond penetrated her, his long cock disappearing between her legs as she moaned in appreciation. She reached out, then took the dark-haired man’s cock in her mouth. The men closed their eyes, swaying and rocking into her. She arched and flexed, backing up against the cock penetrating her, taking the other deeper into her mouth.

The assembled people watching swayed, too, almost unconsciously. Even Rory found her body moving restlessly. She held her chest, her arms crossed tightly, her thighs pressed together like a vise. She felt energy start to course through her, unexpectedly, and struggled to focus.

The men were getting close, sweat beading on their chests and foreheads. The dark-haired man was spasmodically clenching and unclenching his hands, breathing hard, his neck muscles bulging with strain. The blond started to pick up the pace, his fingers digging into Serafina’s hips as he started to thrust inside her with more speed, more force.

Serafina released the dark-haired man, causing him to groan in disappointment. She snapped again. The blond stopped immediately, whimpering.

“Not this way,” she said imperiously. “This is about my pleasure…Erzuli’s pleasure.” She lay back, her legs splayed enough that Rory could see the red flesh of her pussy. “I want you both, now.” She turned onto her side, looking at them expectantly.

The men stretched out on either side of Serafina. She kissed the blond in front of her, crushing her breasts against his chest, stroking his penis. The dark-haired man spooned behind her, stroking his penis against her buttocks and the small of her back, his eyes half lidded. The blond man groaned against Serafina’s lips, his hips moving forward, his cock pushing against her hand. She lifted her leg, hooking it over his hips. Rory could see both men’s cocks poised at Serafina’s cunt. The blond held her leg still, then shifted, pressing his cock up and inside her. He moaned, and Serafina growled with appreciation as the huge cock disappeared between her labia. The dark-haired man rocked behind her, pressed flush. The three writhed, their bodies stroking each other. The blond withdrew, and the dark-haired man eagerly took his place, sinking his cock in with force. They alternated, first one sex-heavy cock penetrating, then the other. When the dark-haired plunged in, the blond rubbed the tip of his cock against Serafina’s clit as the other circled and gyrated against her. Serafina moved restlessly, gasping, stroking either man by turns, her hips swinging and rolling rhythmically. “Now,” she bit out, her hips starting to piston with force.

The alternating stopped. The dark-haired man started to pound inside her as the blond stroked his cock against her clit purposefully. Their hips were a frenzy of movement, rubbing and stroking and licking each other, a cacophony of rasping breaths and jerky, hard contortions. The blond nipped at Serafina’s breasts with an animal like grunt as the dark-haired man pummeled her with his hips. She met his every thrust eagerly. Finally, she shrieked with pleasure, her nails clawing down the blond’s back, hard enough to leave bloody streaks. She shivered and shook. Then, breathless, she rolled over.

“Again?” the blond asked eagerly, stroking her breasts.

Serafina smiled. “Of course,” she said dreamily. “We’re not close to through yet.” Then she tilted her head back—and her eyes locked with Rory’s.

Rory gasped, diving behind the rock. Adrenaline flooded through her system, warning her to run, flee, before…before what? It was a dream…what could she possibly do to her?

“I can do worse things to you than you can imagine.”

Rory held her breath. Then she glanced around the corner.

The woman was still looking at her, despite the eager mouths of her lovers. Serafina’s smile was jagged, cruel.

“You should be thanking me on your knees that you have that fancy hotel,” she said, her voice loud enough to carry to Rory’s hiding place. “Be thankful that you’re here, and not dead. I took pity on you.”

“Why am I here?” Rory murmured.

“If you really want to know, this grove holds all the answers.” The woman gasped briefly as the dark-haired man