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Capturing Clare: 7

‘Good girl,’ Anthony murmured. ‘You’re so wet I could drive a truck into you.’ I felt myself panting in anticipation as he pulled his fingers out of me and he lowered his hips in the dark. My cunt felt like it had a target painted on it, empty, ready and waiting and desperate to receive his cock. ‘Tell me you’re going to be good, Clare,’ he said roughly, the words an order.

When Clare’s boyfriend abandons her with his family for Christmas, she doesn’t expect to spend Christmas Day in a MMM/f gangbang with his two brothers and their best friend.

Have a happy and safe end of 2023!

I am not a Christmas person. But a year ago, purely for my own amusement, I wrote a Christmas erotic novel. Here’s a free chapter for you all to enjoy!! Whether you love Christmas and want some sexy Christmas fun, or Christmas is irrelevant to you and you want to read a story where the characters ignore Christmas for kinky sex instead – ‘Capturing Clare’ is for you ❤

Capturing Clare: Chapter 7

To start at the beginning, Chapter 1 of ‘Capturing Clare’ is here.

‘Tell me you’re going to be good, Clare,’ Anthony said roughly.

‘Yes,’ I whimpered, not quite knowing what he meant — good to fuck or well-behaved and obedient. Both I guessed, as he dropped his hands to my hips and I felt the pressure harden against my entrance. I couldn’t believe I was doing this for a second time tonight. Oh gods, and I had never even fucked on the first date before.

I felt myself stretching, my tight entrance being forced open by his strength. Then Anthony grunted, his hands tightening on my hips giving me a moment’s warning, and then he shoved himself straight into me in one thrust.

I gasped with the intensity of the feeling — both the physical sensations and the feeling of being so intimately penetrated by someone I didn’t even know.

The man pushed hungrily into me in a handful of short strokes and I knew my mouth and eyes were wide open in response to the stretching sensation. Anthony’s cock was large — thick and long — and hard like a rubber truncheon.

‘Oh, you’re good,’ he grunted, his breath hot across my face as he lay on top of me. ‘Warm and wet and tight. I’d fuck you any day.’ The words felt degrading, objectifying, but they also turned me on so badly.

He leant his head down and kissed my lips briefly and I jumped at the sensation. ‘Be quiet, Clare,’ he murmured, his lips a bare inch away from mine.

I didn’t know what he meant, until his lips fastened hungrily back onto mine, and simultaneously he used his hips to fuck himself sharply into me. He and his brother were both bigger than any man I’d had inside me before and his hard shaft felt like it was stabbing a forceful hole in my deep inner wall.

I screamed, reflexively, without even thinking, into his mouth.

‘Quiet,’ he said, a laugh in his voice as he released my lips briefly. ‘You don’t want to feel my belt fastened across your open mouth, do you, sweet girl?’ I shrieked unthinkingly at the imagery, but the sound went nowhere as his lips closed back onto mine.

Anthony was laughing into my mouth and I felt myself trembling at the feeling. One of his hands drifted up from my hip to fondle my breast briefly, while he lifted his mouth briefly back up off mine.

‘I’m going to be much rougher than that, my girl,’ he grunted, closing firm fingers around my breast. ‘Learn to be quiet. Or I will gag you with my belt.’

I nodded in the dark, licking my lips and breathing heavily. I felt very invaded with his weight on me and his thick cock embedded deep inside me, filling me. I could feel his hips against my groin and I knew he was all the way inside me now. It was intense and the good kind of almost-painful, a deep and rough invasion.

Anthony lowered his mouth back to mine and dropped his hand back to my hip, then he started to fuck me hard, pumping himself deeply into me by lifting his hips and slamming them back down for leverage. His hands closed fiercely around my hips and I whimpered into his mouth at the sensation — his hands gripping my hips, my body feeling pinned against the bed by his shaft inside me and the sheer violence of his thrusts.

I couldn’t believe how hard he pounded into me. Each time he rammed himself into me, my breath ran out. I couldn’t keep pace with his thrusts and I gasped helplessly for breath.

I had never been fucked hard like this before tonight and I was all I could do not to scream loudly into his mouth, still kissing me. Anthony’s whole body worked on mine, driving his hard cock like a piston into me. My whole body shook with each thrust and I struggled to keep my hands on the bedhead.

I couldn’t believe that I was having the roughest sex of my life with a pure stranger, and I started to whimper and moan uncontrollably into his mouth. I knew I needed to be quiet, that I mustn’t wake his parents, but the sensations were too intense. I felt like I was being penetrated by a jackhammer, my soft, sensitive tissues forced open and battered.

Finally, Anthony came with a loud groan, deep inside me, and I flushed at the intimate feeling of having given him that pleasure. He was rigid above me for a long moment, his breathing heavy and fast, while I felt his cock ejaculating inside me in a long gush. Then his body softened onto mine, his lips releasing my lips, trailing a set of kisses from my mouth down my next.

‘Sweet Clare,’ he murmured, his voice blurry with his passion. A hand released my hair and drifted down my face to clasp my breast. Between my legs, he was still buried deep inside me, my body pulsing gently around him in protest at the invasion.

‘Good girl,’ he groaned, his cock still twitching inside me with tiny aftershocks, his fingers teasing my nipple back into hardness. ‘I knew you’d be a good fuck.’

I flushed in the darkness. I still couldn’t believe what had happened, but the feeling of Anthony lying on top of me was very real. His sweat ran across my skin and I felt pinned to the bed. He kissed the side of my neck, gently.

‘I needed that,’ he spoke softly. ‘After watching you in that cute sexy little dress all evening. I wanted to pull your breasts out at dinner, so I could sit and watch them while I ate.’

I flushed, feeling suddenly embarrassed.

Anthony hadn’t finished talking. ‘I’m going to lie here until I get hard again from being inside you,’ he spoke into my ear, while his thumb slid back and forth across my hard, over-sensitive nipple. ‘Then I’ll fuck you from behind. Do you like doggie style, Clare? Say yes.’

‘Yes,’ I whispered softly into the darkness.

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