My sensual criminals
Melancholy after knowing the forbidden

Desperate, I lie down and listlessly flip through the pages of my latest romance novel. It's a hot story. My pussy tingles as I flip through the words, but it no longer provides the same kind of escape as before. Now that I've lived the real experience, the fantasy bores me a bit. When I read about the two outlaws raging at the heroine, I imagine James and Jack raging at me. That image helps me and, as I reluctantly rub my clit, I notice that I'm getting a little more into it. But it's no use. I can't seem to lose myself in the novel. Every time I feel myself getting closer and start rubbing a little harder, I remember what it was like to orgasm with two huge cocks pounding my pussy and ass. Compared to that, the little flashes of lust I feel as I let my fingers slide across my clit are bland. Bored. I can't get there. Frustrated and tired, I turn off the light and throw my head back on the pillow. I listen to the deafening silence of the night and slowly fall asleep. When I wake with a start, I am disoriented and confused. The dark room swirls around me as I struggle to place myself according to the shapes of the room. Then, my blood runs cold as my eyes land on two huge men, silhouetted against my window like last time. My heart skips a beat and begins to hammer in my chest. I freeze.

"Ariana?" comes a low voice. "Are you awake? A feeling of blissful giddiness washes over me as I take a deep breath, realizing that my lovers have returned.

"Yes," I whisper anxiously, quickly recovering from my confusion. I sit up in bed and turn on the light. This time they don't need an invitation. James and Jack stride over to my bed and sit on either side of me, pressing their weight into the mattress. They seek my gaze with their blue eyes, strong jaws and proud high cheekbones. Fuck, they're hotter than I remembered.

James and Jack have broad shoulders outlined in tight black T-shirts that highlight their broad breasts and the ripple of their toned physiques. Long legs stretch out on either side of my bed. But tonight there is an air of tension in the air, and I remember that these are two ruthless criminals who can take whatever they want, whenever they want.

However, I can't help my body's response to their presence; my pussy is already wet from thinking about what they might do to me this time. I feel myself shudder at their gaze, and their hardened desire radiates from them like a furnace. I know I want them to possess me again and again. I want to be raped like the protagonist in the romance novel was raped by those outlaws, and if I can get some tenderness afterwards, it would be the icing on the cake. But right now, what I'm looking for is not tenderness. Right now, I want it rough, hard and dirty, and these two men before me, breathing like caged animals, are clearly thinking the same thing. ARIANA

"I thought I'd never see you again," I whisper, unable to hide my need for the two men. James and Jack grunt disapprovingly, which makes me shrink in on myself a little. Have I said the wrong thing?

"We nearly didn't come back," Jack mutters.

"We debated not coming back," adds James.

"But why not?" I ask, already dreading the answer. "What did I do?"

"Not now," James replies in his gravelly voice. "We'll talk about it later." His eyes flick to the Kindle still open on my bedside table, and the page I'd been reading is still visible on the screen. Luckily, it's just words, so it's impossible for him to replace out. "What's that?" he asks.

My face burns, and before I can stop him, he picks up the device and reads my latest romance novel. My God, how embarrassing. I freeze, watching his expression. But he doesn't laugh. Instead, he flips through it intently, devouring the word porn. The silence in the room squeezes me and my heart is about to burst. I feel as if my diary is being revealed and all my dirtiest secrets are coming to light. I want to sink into the mattress and disappear into nothingness.

"What's up, bro?" asks Jack nonchalantly. "What's so interesting? We're not exactly book men, so it's got to be amazing to turn pages to see you reading so intently."

My God, I want to die. If the jaws of hell opened up right here, I wouldn't mind falling in and disappearing from sight forever. But then James looks up and stares into my eyes with a glint behind that blue gaze. I can't look away. He's not smiling exactly, but his lips twitch a little at the corner. And my God, he's getting hard. I can see it in his pants, and that huge snake is coming to life. I flare up when he smiles again.

"You like this stuff, don't you?" he says to me. It's not a question; he doesn't need to ask. He knows. I feel like I've been turned around and all I can do is nod, my heart hammering in my chest. Without taking his eyes off me, he hands the Kindle to Jack, who looks at it and whistles.

"Baby," he whispers, amused. "You really like dirty, don't you? I didn't know romance novels could be like this. This is dirtier than the worst triple X on Pay-Per-View."

I blush and nearly melt with embarrassment.

"Okay," I stammer.

But James interrupts me.

"Ariana," he rasps, drawing my attention back to him. "Would you like to act out that scene?" I let out a nervous chuckle, thinking he's joking. But he doesn't smile. Instead, he brings his hand to his pants, where the outline of his hard cock is visible, and my throat goes dry as I watch him rub it up and down. I can almost see a vein pulsing through the thick fabric, and the ridge separating the glans from the shaft is clearly visible. My mouth is watering. "What scene?" I stutter stupidly. "I'm not sure where I left off." Right. I know every scene in the book inside out and could probably repeat every word verbatim.

The criminals smile.

"Any scene you want, princess," Jack grunts to my right. And turning my attention back to him, I see he's in the same mood. His cock is also stiff and ready, and dripping a little wetness through the fabric of his pants. "Or would you prefer another book?"

"No, that one... that one's fine," I stammer again. God, get a grip, Ari! But the truth is, I'm so needy I tremble. That these two hot men want to indulge my fantasy is almost too much to process. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined that would be possible. Yet here they are, at my beck and call, offering to make my fantasies come true. How is this possible? How did I get so lucky?

Besides, the passage you just read had turned me on the night before I met you. Reading it again tonight, I hadn't been able to get into it, but now, everything is different. Tonight I hadn't been able to get into it because it was just words on the page and, considering what I'd been through, it all seemed silly. But now that my lovers are back and asking me about role-playing, my pussy clenches with excitement.

"Why don't you tell us a little story, princess," Jack suggests as he reaches into his pants and pulls out his thick, long, throbbing cock. My lips fall open in awe at his magnificence.

"Yes," echoes James from the other side, groaning as he unbuttons his pants and reaches in to pull out his equally huge rod. "Give us something to work with."

I gulp, wondering how I'm going to concentrate. But I force myself to act normal as my breasts quiver with need. It's so crazy that I replace it hard to believe what's happening. But, given current events, anything is possible. I decide to go with the flow.