Get Lucky - Page 12

This is happening. This is really happening.

It’s a fantasy I’ve only had a few times—something dark and especially dirty late at night alone. But it’s about to be so real I can almost taste it.

Two men, all for me.

Forget the fact that this is wrong, with who I am and who they are. Forget that it’s dangerous and could destroy everything I’ve been working for undercover with the Irish mob.

None of that matters right now, because all I can see is them, and the power of them that draws me in like a moth to flame. It’s not just that they’re criminally attractive, though that sure as hell isn’t helping. It’s that the both of them exude this energy that I can’t ignore. It’s like being in their arms makes me feel safer than I’ve ever felt. It’s like kissing them is unlike any kiss I’ve ever even seen in a movie or read in a book. It’s that just being near them turns me into a puddle and brings out this aching need to be taken unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

I know I should put a stop to this. I should scream out who I am and just get out of there. Bu, I’m powerless to, because I want more.

I crave more.

Hands tug me away from Eamon, and as I turn, I fall into Clay. His kiss his just as bruising, and just as fierce, and I moan as I open my lips for his demanding tongue. I can feel both of them pulling tight to me—two huge cocks pulsing and throbbing against my skin, making me feel so fucking dirty and slutty in such an amazing and powerful way.

I’ve never felt more dominated, or more wanted. Or as turned on or as sexy as I do right now. Maybe it’s them. Maybe it’s that there’s two men rock-hard for me, growling into my lips and skin as their hands tease all over my body.

Maybe it doesn’t matter what it is at all, because either way, I’m not walking away from this. Not now, and not when I want more.

The two rough men take my hands, and when they tug them down to their cocks, I whimper into Clay’s mouth as my small fingers curl around two thick cocks.

My eyes go wide.

I’ve felt them, but when I pull away from Clay and drop my gaze to really see them, something wicked pulses through me.

Holy shit.

The two mob kingpins are huge—thick, pulsing, and so big my fingers don’t even touch when I circle them around their girths. I moan, feeling the iron power under the hot, silky skin of them. And when I slowly stroke my hands up and down, both men groan in deep pleasure.

It’s a rush. It’s like a heady drug high of knowing it’s me that has both these dominant men growling in pleasure, closing their eyes and grunting as I use my hands on them. I moan softly, hands stroking up and down as precum leaks from both of their swollen crowns and drips down my fingers.

Both men slide their hands over my hips, jaws clenching and forearm muscles rippling as they pull me close. I gasp as Clay kisses me first, slow and deep, until my feet feel like they’re off the ground. Then it’s Eamon who takes me, his lips searing to mine as his cock jumps in my hand.

He pulls back, nipping at my lip with his teeth before his mouth trails up my jawline to my ear.

“On your knees, baby girl.”

I moan, loudly. It’s so demanding, and so rough and crude, and yet it burns fiercely through me like forbidden fire.

And slowly, I nod.

“Good girl.”

My heart races, my pulse thundering through my ears as I slowly sink to the floor in front of the both of them. My hands stroke their cocks as they move closer, until both of them are throbbing inches from my lips. I moan, pumping them both, my tongue wetting my lips as something naughty teases through my body.

And slowly, I lean forward, and my soft lips slide over Eamon’s thick, pulsing cock.

He hisses in pleasure, his jaw tight and his eyes fierce as he looks down at me. I hold his gaze, feeling the heat of that shared look burn through me as I slowly sink my lips down on his cock.

“Fuck, baby girl,” he groans. He starts to unbutton his dress shirt, and I moan softly around his thick cock as I watch him peel it off his rock-hard chest and chiseled abs. Next to him, Clay does the same, flashing me tattoo ink and broad, muscled shoulders, followed by grooved abs as he sheds his shirt too. I pull away from Eamon, giving his swollen head a lick with my tongue before I turn, and bring my lips to Clay.

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