Forbidden Heat

She clutched the base of Jake’s cock in her hand and sucked for all she was worth as pleasure bombarded her senses. She squeezed Trey’s coc

k within her, feeling the orgasm build. Jake groaned and filled her mouth with hot liquid. Just in time. She let him slip from her mouth as she wailed her own release, bliss exploding within her like a supernova. Trey groaned and thrust some more, and then he, too, erupted inside her.

Oh God, these men were incredible.

She wanted Jake again. Now.

When she shifted, Trey slid from behind her. Danielle sat down on the floor, then stretched out on the carpet and stared up at Jake, opening her arms.

“Jake?”

He stared at his flaccid member. “I’m going to need a minute.”

He wrapped his hand around his cock and she stroked her breasts and tweaked her nipples to help him along.

“I think I can give a hand.” Trey sat down beside Jake and wrapped his hand around Jake’s cock. The sight made Danielle even hotter . . . and it seemed to have a powerful effect on Jake, because as Trey stroked him, Jake’s cock swelled to full attention in record time.

Trey released him and Jake dropped to his knees, then prowled over Danielle. His curtain of hair streamed across her shoulder as he took her lips in a fast, hard kiss, then drove his cock into her in one forward thrust.

She moaned, loving his long, hard cock inside her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and met his every thrust as he ground into her again and again.

“Oh, yeah, baby. Fuck me hard,” she cried.

His cock speared into her again and again and she arched against him as she felt the waves of pleasure swell.

“I’m so close. Jake, you’re going to make me . . .”

He thrust, kissing her neck. Then he swirled around and thrust deep.

She plummeted over the edge . . . into the free-fall of bliss. He held her, and kept pumping, as she moaned and moaned through an orgasm that seemed to last forever.

He groaned and thrust several more times, and then they simply clung to each other as they caught their breath. She sighed, hearing her pulse thumping past her ears.

Good heavens, these men had spoiled her for having sex with only one man again.

Or any man other than them.

Danielle woke up to a warm male chest pressed against her cheek and curly hair tickling her nose. She stroked her cheek against his chest and sighed.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” Jake kissed the top of her head.

“Mmm.” She realized there was no warm male body behind her. She glanced over her shoulder. “Where’s Trey?”

“He had to go to work.”

“Poor Trey. What about you?”

“I have a more flexible schedule than he does. Want some breakfast?”

“You offering to make it?” She loved breakfast, but she hated preparing it. Left to her own, she’d just have cereal.

“Sure. How about eggs Benedict?”

“Sounds good to me.” She slipped out of bed and headed to the shower.

After she finished drying her hair and dressing, she walked into the kitchen. Jake handed her a red stoneware mug filled with steaming coffee. She glanced around the bright kitchen with its light-stained wooden cabinets and tiled countertops. There was a cozy little breakfast nook surrounded by windows overlooking a treed backyard where birds chirped cheerfully.

She sat down and gazed outside to enjoy the view. Trey’s bike sat on one side of the large wooden deck.