“I think you just rendered our little spitfire speechless, bro,” Eric stated then chuckled as he pulled his still-hard cock from her body. Stacy stirred then stretched like a kitten after being thoroughly made love to. Max reached over and pinched a nipple, eliciting a yelp from Stacy.
“Now, woman! Get that pretty little ass over here. I want to see what’s mine.”
Oh God, that deep Texan accent and attitude is so fucking sexy.
Stacy slowly rolled to her knees, amazed at how turned on she was after just making love to Eric. Her cream dripped from between her thighs as she slowly crawled across the bed toward Max. She tried her damnedest sexy, little cat crawl minus the purr. The short distance was sexual torture as her thighs rubbed against her sensitive clit. Her breasts felt swollen, and the cool air stung her oversensitive nipples. Just as she reached Max’s thigh, she felt a hand against her spine then a finger trail along her spine to her ass.
“She’s got a perfect ass, Max. Fuckable,” Eric stated, and she paused midstride to toss a look over her shoulder. It was apparent that Eric liked talking dirty, and her body obviously did as well. Before she could say a word, strong arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her onto Max’s lap. Max’s hands cupped her breasts, which appeared to look pretty small encased by his large hands. He cupped and massaged them firmly before bringing one to his mouth to taste. She shifted to her knees so his mouth could reach her breasts. When his tongue licked across the sensitive nipple, she moaned and rocked her hips against him. His cock was hard and long beneath her pussy and her ass. Max was a big man just like Eric. Their cocks were huge, and despite the fact that Eric just made love to her, she felt the reservations again about whether Max would fit inside of her.
“These, are mine,” Max whispered then placed his mouth over her breast. He licked and suckled until he had only the nipple in his mouth. Then he held it between his teeth and gave a small tug. The pleasure-pain sensation felt amazing. He released her nipple then licked and soothed away the slight pinch she felt. It was as if he knew her body already.
She jerked when she felt Max press two fingers to her pussy lips then push them inside. She fell forward against his chest, and he caught her with his other hand.
“This is mine, too,” he proclaimed as he pushed two digits in and out of her cunt. His other hand rubbed along her back, pressing her breasts closer to his mouth again. He pulled her nipple into his mouth while he finger-fucked her. She closed her eyes and absorbed the sensation of being taken like this. Her body was being controlled by his fingers, by his words, and by his mouth. She lost all control of her body when she felt Eric’s hands caress her ass cheeks. He spread them right before his tongue licked each cheek.
“I can’t wait to fuck this ass, Stacy. You have such a beautiful ass, honey,” Eric teased her, and she reacted by riding Max’s fingers and sticking her ass out for more of Eric’s ministrations.
“Fuck yeah, baby. You like that idea?” Max asked, pulling her face closer to his own for a kiss. Before she could answer, he covered her mouth with his lips then pulled his fingers from her body. Liquid dripped down her legs, and Max’s cock poked her pussy lips.
“Come on, baby, and ride me. I’ve got to feel that hot, wet pussy. I can’t wait,” Max stated, and she lifted her ass as he aligned his cock with her entrance. Slowly Stacy lowered herself onto his hard shaft. In this position, it felt so damn tight, and her clit was so swollen and sensitive she felt on the edge of another orgasm already. Max apparently couldn’t wait as he pulled her down while he simultaneously pushed up into her. Her mouth opened as she screamed his name.
She could hardly move, but it didn’t matter. Max lifted up and down, fucking her as she attempted to ride him and keep up with the fast pace he was setting. She felt his muscular thighs beneath her ass and the metallic abs he must have and knew that he was a strong man. Now she understood the saying “if you ain’t from Texas, then you ain’t nothing.” These men were as tough as they come. Built like steel.
One look into Max’s eyes, and she could see his distorted expression. He was holding back. He didn’t want to scare her. But this felt so good, and she did trust them. She wanted more, and she wanted it harder.
“More, Max. I need more,” she moaned as she lifted her hips up and down, trying to ease the burning need inside her pussy.
Max grabbed her hips and stopped her movements. Before she could protest, he lifted her up off his lap turned her around so that she was on all fours, and he surged into her from behind. She screamed as his thrust took her breath away. He had her the way he wanted her in half a second flat. The buildup inside her was nearly painful. She wanted more of his thick, hard cock. She wanted him as deep as he could possibly go. “Fuck me, Max. It feels so good, Max. I need more!” she yelled. He roared behind her then pressed her chest closer to the comforter. Her cheek lay flat against the mattress, her ass sat high up in the air, and he began to thrust down into her. He was so incredibly deep. She wasn’t sure what had come over her, but suddenly she was like a cock-craving lunatic. She wanted to be claimed. She didn’t think she did. She didn’t think she could let two men fuck her, but that was before. These men turned her inside out.
“Oh fuck, baby, you feel so fucking tight. So fucking good,” Max ground out through clenched teeth. She felt his balls slap against her ass cheeks, and his fingers dug into her hips, and it was so erotic and hot. Stacy felt every sensation as her pussy gripped Max’s cock and held it tight. He moaned through each stroke, trying to continue the fast speed but having difficulty. “Fuck, she’s got my cock so hard. Oh shit!” he yelled as he thrust faster, trying to find his own release. Stacy felt her body tighten. She was almost there. Just a few more strokes were all she needed. Max took that second to press a finger to her anus. Stacy nearly shot off the bed as she screamed and his digit pushed through the tight rings. She had never been touched there before. It was too much. She screamed again as her orgasm struck her hard. It was exquisite, and as she rode hers out, Max exploded inside of her. Stacy felt her legs shaking. She wouldn’t be able to stay like this much longer. Max continued to thrust slowly into her. She felt some of his warm essence drip down her inner thighs then Max’s lips pressed against her shoulder then back as his arm held her around the midsection.
“You’re fucking incredible, baby,” he whispered against her ear before nipping at the lobe.
Slowly he pulled from her body then lay down on the bed, taking her along with him. She found herself seeking out Eric, and he was there by the side of the bed holding a washcloth and smiling. Before she could protest, he began washing her. “I can do that,” she stated, her voice coming out hoarse. He stopped her hand from taking the washcloth.
“Nonsense. You’re ours to take care of, so lay back and rest. It’s going to be a long night, baby,” Eric stated a
s he began to wash her. Max kissed her cheek as he held her close. When Eric was done, she closed her eyes and cuddled against Max’s chest. She never felt the bed dip or Eric take position on her other side.
Chapter 7
It was eight o’clock in the morning when Millie exited the commuter bus and made her way down the street toward the jewelry outlet. Of course she was the one who worked the earliest shift, set up the storefront, and stayed until closing. Unlike the manager of the store and the owner’s niece who showed up around ten and claimed to have been there with Millie to open earlier. She was such a witch. Millie couldn’t wait to own her own store one day. She wouldn’t have to work for Nelson anymore, and she could display her own line of jewelry. That was if she ever had enough time and energy to sit down and create her necklaces, earrings, and bracelets. Her items were a lot nicer than the stuff she sold at Nelson’s Jewelry Outlet. As she headed down the street and walked along the crosswalk, she noticed a man standing near the entrance to the store. Glancing around the street and seeing the decent amount of other people nearby, she felt a little more confident that if the guy was up to no good then at least people were around to come to her aid. She hoped. Swallowing hard, she made her way closer.
Ever since the assault by her ex-boyfriend Frank, Millie was on edge. She didn’t like confrontations, and she was really a scaredy-cat when it came to them. Stacy had helped her build up her confidence after the assault, and Stacy’s bravery that night would remain embedded in Millie’s mind forever. Stacy saved her life.
“Excuse me, ma’am, I’m wondering if you could help me? I am looking for someone who works here. Her name is Millie Donovan.”
Millie got a bad feeling in her stomach. Who was this guy, and what did he want?
“Why are you looking for Millie? Who are you?” she asked, and even she heard her own voice quivering. Glancing around her, it seemed like all those people she saw commuting on foot or walking their dogs to the park two blocks over had disappeared.
He eyed her suspiciously then took a step closer.
“I need to find her. It’s important.”
“Are you a relative or a boyfriend of hers?” she asked, trying to see what lies the guy would spew.
“Are you Millie?” he asked instead of answering her questions.