“Please—” she gasped as he halted the slow, gliding entrance.
The head of his cock had just passed the tight ring of muscles, the flared tip stretching it wide as she fought to accustom herself to his large cock filling her there.
“More, baby?” he asked her, his hand smoothing down her back.
“More,” she cried, her hips easing back on the burning lance. “More. Please, Cole.
More.”
He began to ease further inside her as the tip of Jesse’s cock throbbed at the entrance to her cunt. A slow, steady stroke had Cole filling her ass completely, his hard groan as he sank into her to his balls echoed in the room.
Tess was crying out repeatedly now, her muscles clenching on him, her body accepting the pain as a torturous pleasure she couldn’t deny any longer. Her hips moved against him, driving him deeper, lodging the pulsing head of Jesse’s cock just inside her vaginal entrance as Cole pulled back, then pushed forward again.
“Yes,” she screamed out as he began an easy thrusting motion inside her ass. “Oh God, Cole. Fuck me. Please fuck me!”
He pushed harder inside her. Once. Twice. Then stilled. Tess would have protested, but she lost her breath. Beneath her, Jesse began to push his hard cock into the tiny, tiny entrance of her vagina. Cole’s cock filled her ass to bursting, leaving little room in her snug pussy. But Jesse didn’t let that hinder him. Groaning, praising the ultra tight fit, he sank slowly into the heated depths until he was lodged in to the hilt.
Reality ceased to exist. She didn’t even know when Jesse had reached up to release the leather manacles or when Cole had released those at her ankles. But she was on her hands and knees, sandwiched between them, begging for more. Pleading for the hard thrusts of their cocks inside her as they set up a slow, rhythmic thrusting motion that threatened to drown her in pleasure. She was insane with the burning ecstasy spearing her body. She moved against them, taking them, urging them on until their building thrusts were powerful strokes inside her. They were fucking her hard and fast now, each man groaning, praising her, crying out as she tightened on them.
“Cole,” she screamed out his name as she felt her orgasm building. “Oh God, Cole, I can’t stand it.”
“You can, Tess,” he groaned, levering over her body as his hips powered inside her.
“You can, baby. Take it. Take it, Tess. Cum for me, baby. Cum for me now.” He surged inside her as she tightened around him.
Beneath her, Jesse had clasped her waist hard, his hips slamming into hers, and despite their speed, both men kept in perfect synchronization with the hard thrusts of their cocks inside her body.
Tess couldn’t stop her screams, couldn’t stop the sensations that tightened her body, the boiling pressure, the hard, piercing pleasure/pain was too much for her untutored body to take for long. When she climaxed, she wailed out at the explosion, tightening on them further, her ass, her cunt milking the cocks possessing her until she heard their shattered male groans and felt the hard, spurting jets of their sperm filling each hole.
Her orgasm shuddered through her body, over and over. Her muscles clenched on their cocks as they exploded inside her, making them cry out around her, jerk against her as her cunt and her ass drew on their flesh, shuddered around it, burned them with her release until she fell against Jesse gasping, boneless.
“Son of a bitch, Cole,” Jesse’s voice was harsh, weary now. “She’s drained me.” Cole pulled free of her and collapsed on the mattress, helping Jesse to lower Tess between them. Once there, he pulled her against his body, his hands running over her back, his lips caressing her temple as she fought to regain her breath.
“You’re mine, Tess,” he whispered, stopping her heart with the emotion she heard in his voice. “Taken by me. Held by me. I won’t let you escape me again.” She would have answered him, but shock held her immobile when she heard the enraged scream of her mother from the doorway.
“You dirty whore! Just like your father. You’re just like your father—!” Lora Leigh
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“Oh my God!” Humiliation sped through Tess’s system seconds later as Cole and Jesse jumped to hide her from sight.
They jerked their pants from the floor, shielding Tess as they dressed quickly.
Cole’s body was tight with fury as Tess fumbled with her gown, her fingers shaking so badly she could barely get it over her head.
Turning to her, still shielding her, Cole helped her untangle the material and ease it over her head.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered, his lips feathering over her hair as he straightened the gown.
Tess shook her head, feeling the heat that traveled over her face. With a final touch of his fingertips to her cheek, he turned to her mother.
“How the hell did you get in?” His voice was furious as he faced Ella Delacourte, dark and warning.
“I didn’t come here to talk to you, perverted bastard that you are. Look how you corrupted my daughter. You’re just like that trashy, home wrecking sister of yours.” Ella was screeching now.
Tess felt her face flame in shame as she stood to her feet, her legs shaking from her exertions and her fear. Dear God, how had her mother got into the house?
“Mother, why are you here?” Tess’s voice was thick with tears and confusion.
She wasn’t ashamed that she had experienced the sexuality of the act. But being caught in it was mortifying. And by her mother!
“I came to see why you were here after I found out your father and his tramp were away for the week,” she sneered. “You haven’t even called me. I was worried.” The classic guilt trip from her mother any time Tess spent time with her father.
“Ella, control your tongue,” Jesse’s voice was hard and laced with warning.
Tess looked at him in surprise. She had no idea Jesse knew her mother.
Ella cast the other man a look that should have withered him with shame. Jesse stood before her, his shoulders squared, his dark face furious.
“Tess, go shower or something.” Cole drew her into his arms, kissing her head softly, his hands soothing on her back. “Let me take care of this.” Tess shook her head.
“I haven’t needed you to fight my battles before this, Cole. I don’t need you to do it now,” she said. “I haven’t done anything wrong—”
“Wrong?” Ella’s voice was piercing. “You think fucking your perverted lover and his friend isn’t wrong, Tess? I raised you better than to whore for some depraved bastard.”
Tess trembled at the fury in her mother’s voice.
“Ella!” Jesse’s voice was a lash of cold, hard fury now. “Get the hell out of here before I escort you out. And I don’t think you want me to have to do that.” The heated edge of fury in Jesse’s voice surprised Tess.
“Get her the hell out of here,” Cole muttered to his friend.
“Would you guys just stop this?” Tess ran her fingers through her hair, hating the tremble in her hands as she faced her mother.
Years of being made to feel ashamed of her sexuality, of her needs as a woman washed over her. She remembered the lectures from the time she was a child, on the depravities of sex and the sins of the flesh.
“Mother, I told you I’d be back after the party,” she sighed, leaning against Cole for support, thankful in a way that she didn’t have to hide from her mother now.
“How could you do this, Tess?” Ella’s expression was livid, her gray eyes glittering with fury. “How could you have become so depraved?”
“Depraved?” Tess shook her head, sighing. “I’m just different from you. I’m sorry.” A tear escaped her eyes. She hated having her mother angry with her, just as she had hated leaving her father so long ago.
As she finished speaking, a movement behind her mother caught Tess’s attention.
Her father, tall and strong, his face coldly furious, moved into the room.
“Well, I guess you’re satisfied,” Ella sneered when she saw him. “She’s just like you and that whore you married.”
Missy was with her father, and for once, Tess saw anger lining the beautiful blonde’s face.
“You’re in my home, Ella,” Missy reminded her, her slender body tense and lined with anger. “I suggest you
