The man beneath her growled and cried out, “Yes…”
The cock behind was dancing over and around the one stroking inside her. He guided his dick with a hand and teased his partner’s cock, as well as her clit and vagina. Both men jerked their bodies with excited thrusts. Bree grew wild with the need for both of them to be inside her at the same time.
“Fuck my pussy,” she told them. “I want both your cocks up my cunt.”
With a deep inhale and a primal groan, she felt the poke. The bucking from beneath grew urgent.
The spot near her pelvic bone that gave her so much pleasure was growing engorged and sensitive. The dick that belonged to the man behind her slipped inside a little. The pressure grew.
And then more.
“Oh, God…” she breathed. “Yes.”
Mumbles, groans and small curses answered her.
Cocks rubbed against cocks.
Inside her.
An incredible feeling of fullness, of being stretched as far as she could possibly be stretched, of being filled with the flesh of her lovers, overcame her. She savored the feeling of
Her two men.
Plenty enough for her. Wherever would there be room for more?
Not in this pussy.
They stroked and she rode. Both cocks filled her, claimed her, and won her over.
Tamed her.
She screamed her release, which ripped across her pelvis unexpectedly. Both men held onto her and continued to stroke until first one, then the other, spilled inside her with shouts and shudders that rivaled the other.
Moments later, sandwiched between them-with her sprawled on top one man and the other laying over her- Bree savored the sweet, sticky mess between her legs and the satisfied and semi-flaccid penises mingling next to her pussy. And smiled.
Reaching up, she pulled the blindfold away from her eyes and met Jake’s languid grin. Carson gathered her hair back over her shoulder and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek.
“We’ll take care of you, Bree. For always. All you have to do is say yes.”
It didn’t take her long to respond. “Green.”
Both men chuckled.
“I love you guys,” she said then, in a soft, slumber-like voice. “Merry Christmas.”
What she got back were contented sighs as they wrapped her up like a present between them and held her tight.
Epilogue
“So, what’s the plan for today?”
Bree looked down at her Blackberry and punched the button to bring up her calendar. “I have a 10 a.m. appointment to show a condo downtown, and then a two o’clock this afternoon out on the west end of town. I’m good for lunch. That what you are thinking?”
“Maybe.” Carson poured himself another cup of coffee and took a small sip. “Ah, nothing like caffeine to get the creative juices going.”
Bree frowned. “Oh, well that answers that question.”
“What?”
She chuckled. “If your muse is nipping at you today, you’re not going to leave that studio to come buy me lunch.” Picking up her briefcase and purse, she moved toward him. “Let’s do a rain check.”
“You’re sure?” he asked. “I hate to disappoint my baby girl.”
She gave him a quick peck on the lips. “You never disappoint me, big boy.” Tossing him a saucy smile, she chucked him on the cheek. “I need to get going.”
She turned and he spanked her on the ass. Squealing, she headed for the door, just as Jake entered.
“Casual day at the office?”
Shaking his head, he replied, “Actually, I was thinking of working at home today.”
“Oh good.” Stepping toward him, she brushed a stray hair off his white t-shirt. God, she loved that jet black mane. “Sounds like a plan. You’ve been working way too late the past few nights, so take it easy, okay? Take a nap or something.”
Yawning, Jake put the back of his hand to his mouth. “I like that idea.”
“Good. Well, I need to scoot.”
“Drive safe, love.”
“Of course.” She headed for the door then tossed her long mane and a sultry come-hither glance over her shoulder. “You boys be good while I’m gone today, okay? But if you’re not, be sure to think of me, you hear?”
She left them with an air kiss, a little finger wave, and what she hoped, was the tempting sashay of her ass.
Oh, they would think of her. She could guarantee it.
About the Author
Mia is a Midwest girl who always had a thing for travel. Growing up in the middle of the country was one thing but for some reason, she always longed to be 'on the edge.' Living on the edge meant leaving home for sand and surf on both coasts (she's partial to North Carolina and San Diego beaches) and a stint living in New Orleans, pre- Katrina. Living on the fringes of the country seems to nicely parallel how she's lived her life. No regrets. Always looking forward. Take a risk or two. Just like the characters in her books. Bold, sassy, sexy, sophisticated, and erotic… and experiencing life to the fringes.
Website http://www.miajae.com
