Tempting the Crown (The Crown 1)

Deacon’s lips found hers first. She clung to him while Cole p

ressed his mouth to the back of her neck. He tugged the zipper on the back of the dress and Deacon helped slide it over her shoulders.

“Let’s postpone dinner,” Deacon growled.

He pushed her into Cole’s arms. His mouth collided with hers, twirling his tongue as she tasted the sweetness of his tongue. Deacon moved down her legs, unfastening the intricate lacing of her high heels and removing them from her feet.

She felt petite and tiny without them. The men towered over her naked body.

“Tell me this isn’t a dream,” she begged. “Tell me those words aren’t lies.”

“They aren’t,” Cole promised.

“This is as real as it gets,” Deacon groaned into her neck.

She was sandwiched between them. Her breasts pressed into Cole’s shirt. Deacon’s hard cock straining through his pants to reach her. Their hands and lips were everywhere. She stood, trembling in front of the window while they kissed and touched her.

A hand on her nipple. Fingers between her wet folds. A hot mouth on her neck. One taking her mouth.

She was dizzy. She was drunk. She spun from Deacon’s arms to Cole’s. It was beautiful. It was electric. Their hands explored every inch of her skin. They took their time coasting up and down her body, not leaving any part of her untouched by their fingers or lips. No man had bothered to study her and discover her body this way. To have it happen by two men at once was overwhelming. She almost couldn’t keep up as her mouth moved from Deacon to Cole, hungry for their kisses.

She squealed when Cole lifted her from the floor. She caught Deacon’s sultry stare. His fingers were stripping the shirt from his chest as he followed them through the maze of rooms. He was only a step behind them. Cole lowered her to the bed and pulled his crisp shirt from his broad frame, tossing it to the floor of the suite.

They stood in front of her, two beautiful sex gods. But she had no idea what was in store for her next. She watched in amazement as their hands landed on their belts, then zippers. Her jaw dropped when Deacon stepped out of his black pants. His cock bulged between his legs, bobbing free.

“Oh God,” she whispered. He grinned wickedly.

Cole’s cock was freed next and she felt her belly do a somersault when she saw his beautiful hard shaft. Holy shit, they were hung. It should be a crime to be that gorgeous and have cocks so enormous.

“I-I don’t know which one…I want them both,” she whimpered. She licked her lips. She was hungry for them. Desperate to taste them. To feel them penetrate her body.

“You get them both, baby,” Cole teased. “You get everything you want.”

It was a dream come true. She didn’t have to choose. She didn’t have to pick one man over the over. They both wanted her and she could have them.

Deacon crawled on the bed first, pinning her to the bed on her back. He kissed her long and hard. She felt his cock slide between her legs. She looked over his shoulder and saw Cole holding his shaft, fisting himself. It was such a turn on. Watching him, watch her. Shit, she didn’t know anything could be like this.

Deacon’s kisses led from her mouth to her throat and sucked her tit, biting until she screamed with pleasure. Her back arched as he toyed with her nipple.

He grabbed her hips as his feet hit the floor, dragging her ass to the edge of the bed.

Her body was on fire. She loved how he touched her. Everything about this was amazing. She wanted him. She wanted Deacon inside of her. And then Cole climbed on top of her, straddling her breasts. His cock was heavy as he rubbed it against her skin. She whimpered. Now she wanted him.

Just as he pushed his shaft to her lips, she felt Deacon’s cock nudge the entrance of her pussy.

She was already exploding with sensation.

“Let me fuck your pretty lips, baby, while Deacon fucks that sweet pussy of yours,” Cole growled.

Her eyes met his. The pools of blue were inescapable. Her lips parted and her tongue darted out to taste the drop of dew on his head. Her eyes closed, savoring his scent and flavor.

“Fuck,” he groaned. His hands fell forward on the mattress as he thrust in her mouth at the same time Deacon lifted her legs to his shoulders and pushed inside her with his wide cock.

She was filled from both ends. It was thrilling. It felt dirty and wicked. She sucked Cole as he pumped in and out of her mouth. Each time he went deeper until he was at the back of her throat.

Deacon’s cock was claiming her pussy as he sank in her walls. She squeezed and clenched, trying to absorb the fullness of him. He was so wide, she could barely stretch around him, but it felt as if their bodies were melting together in the fire of his thrusts.

“She’s so fucking tight, Cole. Fucking sweet and hot. Ohh Abby. This pussy is mine. So mine.”