Captured by Bosses - Chapter 3: Taking Control | Free Erotic Story

Tessa’s head buzzed, her pussy still humming from Cole’s tongue, her lips tingling from Ryder’s cock. She slumped against the bar, chest heaving, sweat slicking her skin. They’d made her come—ripped it out of her—and she hated how good it felt, how they’d owned her body like that. But something snapped. She wasn’t their damn toy. “Fuck this,” she growled, shoving Cole back. He stumbled, surprised, his green eyes wide as she slid off the bar. Her legs wobbled, but she stood tall, blouse torn, skirt bunched around her hips. Ryder raised a brow, his thick dick still out, hard and glistening. She glared at him, heat flaring in her gut. If they wanted her, she’d play—her way. She grabbed Ryder’s shirt, yanking him close, and crashed her mouth against his. He tasted like whiskey and power, and she bit his lip, hard. He groaned, hands gripping her ass, and she felt his penis twitch against her thigh. “You think you’re in charge?” she hissed, shoving him toward the couch. He let her, smirking, and sprawled back, legs spread. “Show me what you got,” he said, voice rough, stroking his cock slow. It was a dare, and she took it. Tessa climbed over him, straddling his hips, her wet cunt hovering above his dick. She grabbed it—hot, heavy, pulsing in her hand—and lined it up, sinking down fast. Her vagina stretched wide, swallowing him whole, and she gasped, the burn of it lighting her up. “Fuck, you’re big,” she muttered, rocking her hips, taking him deeper. Ryder’s hands dug into her thighs, his growl vibrating through her. “Ride me, Tessa. Hard.” She did—slamming down, her pussy gripping him tight, wet and sloppy. Her clit rubbed against his pelvis with every thrust, sending sparks up her spine. Her tits bounced in her bra, nipples begging for air, and she felt wild, alive. Cole watched, leaning against the bar, his pants undone. His dick was out now, stiff and leaking, and he jerked it slow, eyes locked on her. “Goddamn, that’s hot,” he said, stepping closer. He reached out, grabbing her tits through the bra, squeezing rough. “You like that, huh?” He pinched her nipples, twisting, and she moaned, loud and raw. “Yeah,” she snapped, defiant even as pleasure coiled tight. She fucked Ryder faster, her cunt dripping down his balls, the slap of skin filling the room. Cole’s hands roamed, yanking her bra down, freeing her tits. He leaned in, sucking one nipple hard, teeth grazing, and she lost it. Her orgasm hit like a freight train—her vagina clamped around Ryder’s cock, pulsing hard, wetness flooding her thighs. She screamed, shaking, her clit throbbing against him. “Fuck, yes!” she yelled, riding it out, every nerve on fire. Ryder groaned, his hips bucking, but he didn’t come—not yet. Cole pulled back, grinning, his dick still in hand. “My turn,” he said, voice wicked. He grabbed her arm, tugging her off Ryder, and she stumbled, legs weak, pussy tender and dripping. Ryder sat up, breathing hard, his cock shiny with her, and smirked. “You think you’re running this?” Ryder said, standing, towering over her. His hand shot out, grabbing her wrist, pinning it behind her. Cole pressed against her front, sandwiching her between them, his dick poking her belly. “Nice try, Tessa. But we’re not done calling the shots.” Her breath hitched, her body buzzing—spent but still hungry. She’d taken control, fucked them her way, but their heat, their hands, their cocks—they had her again. Her cunt ached, her nipples stung, and fuck, she wanted more. Cole’s lips brushed her ear, whispering, “Ready to take us both?” She glared, heart pounding, caught in their grip. She’d fought, she’d won—briefly—but now they were closing in, and she didn’t know if she could stop them. Or if she even wanted to.