A Pair of Jacks

This pussy is amazing, but what I really want to test out is her ass.

“Your turn, brother,” I say as I hand her back over. She moans and whines when I lift her off of my cock. “You can cum in her sweet cunt first. I’m taking her ass.”

She lets out a sexy little gasp when she hears the words.

Jack already has her back on his cock and is fucking her hard.

“How does that sound, baby?” he asks. “Are you ready for two dicks in you at the same time?”

“Yes,” she moans. “Do whatever you want with me. Stick it wherever you want. I belong to you both and I’m so ready.”

I step up behind her and run my hand over her ass. She gasps when I test the tightness of her asshole with the tip of my finger.

“How does it feel?” Jack asks.

I shake my head in disbelief. “Like heaven.”

My cock is coated with her slick juices and it’s more than enough to help me slide inside, but just in case, I grab some lube and rub it all over my dick. I want this to feel as good for her as it will for us.

Jack holds her still as I slide the tip up against her tight little asshole. It barely opens for me so I reach around and start rubbing her clit a little to help loosen her up.

She buries her face into Jack’s neck and starts moaning hard as I rub her pearl. Finally, her asshole starts to give and I can push the tip inside.

Her breaths are coming out quick and furious, and Jack has to remind her to calm down and take slow, deep breaths.

“Just like that, beautiful,” he says as I push in a little more. “Keep breathing. In and out. You’re doing so good. Your boys have never been happier.”

Her ass starts to relax and I’m able to slide my lubed up cock the rest of the way in.

I can barely handle it. Her pussy was tight, but this is unbelievable. I can’t even breathe with the way she’s squeezing me. There’s so much heat radiating onto my shaft and with the insane tightness—I’m already ready to cum.

I don’t want to end this perfect moment just yet, so I hold the orgasm back and start to rock in and out of her. I keep my thrusts slow and shallow at first until she starts to open up. Jack is still keeping her still for me so she can get used to my size. After a few slow thrusts, it gets easier and I start to ride her a lot smoother.

Jack continues fucking her once I’m gliding in and out of her easily. We’re fucking her like we’ve always wanted to. Together.

Mila is loving it. She’s crying out and begging for more.

We get a rhythm going where we’re fucking her two holes at the same time. It’s not long before we’re all about to cum.

Jack starts grunting and thrusting harder. I match each one of his thrusts with a hard pump of my hips, driving my cock into her sweet ass and making her cry out.

“I’m going to cum,” she gasps with a frantic edge to her voice. “I’m going to cum.”

We both start moving faster, trying to get her there. Soon, I feel my own orgasm coming on strong and I can tell that Jack is there as well.

The three of us cum at the same time. Mila throws her head back and presses the back of her head on my shoulder as her mouth flies wide open, but no sound comes out. Finally, the scream rips out of her mouth right as Jack and I release.

Her ass is so tight that it prevents my dick from pulsing and shooting out my hot load. I slowly thrust in and out one more time and push my cum out into her. The impossible tightness just prolongs and heightens the pleasure. It’s the best orgasm of my life.

Jack’s body flexes and he grunts through clenched teeth as he cums in our girl’s virgin pussy. It’s a beautiful mess of hot cum and juices down there and it all leaks out and mixes together as our orgasms consume us.

This is how we belong in the world. The three of us together. Like this.

Knowing that Mila is in our life now and we’ll never let her go is making me feel happy and blessed in a way that I’ve never felt before. Even after we made our first million, or our first hundred million, or billion, did I feel such content with life.

It’s all about her now.

It’s all about us.

Chapter Eight

Mila

Three weeks later…

My father took the news that I wasn’t returning to Oklahoma to work at the hardware store hard. He’ll get over it eventually, he just needs some time to cool off.

“I put all of that work in for you and Chris,” he said when I had spoken to him. Jack and Jax took me back to Tulsa on their private jet to tell him in person. They weren’t about to let me go on my own. I promised them that I would get on the first flight to New York after, but they had said it was out of the question. I’m going to have to get used to having two possessive men around who are both a little obsessed with me.

“I put so many hours in so that you two could have a better life,” my father had said.

“You gave us a great life,” I replied, trying to make him understand. “But the hardware store is just not for me. I want to pursue interior design.”

“That’s not realistic. How are you going to get a job in that?”

“I already have one.”

His mouth hit the floor when I told him that two of the biggest real estate moguls in Manhattan hired me to set up the show models of their new building.

Only when Jack and Jax walked in the house, did he start to believe it.

He still thought it was a mistake, but what could I do? He’s the type who never left the street he was born on and me, well, I want more than that.

And I found it.

“I want the large Miranda Cross painting up there,” I say to my assistant as I point to the large area of blank wall over the stairs. “It’s going to be breathtaking when any potential buyers walk in and see it.”

I had simply mentioned in passing how nice it would be to have a Miranda Cross painting in the new model condo, and three hours later, there was one sitting in my bedroom with a big pink bow on it. A Miranda Cross! She’s the hottest artist in New York right now and even Prince Harry has been trying to get his hands on one for months.

“It’s yours,” Jack said as he wrapped his arms around me while I stared at it in shock.

Jax came in, touched my chin and winked at me. “You can keep it after we sell all of these places.”

I was speechless. I still am.

These two men are always making me speechless.

After a bit of a struggle, my assistant and I put the painting on the wall. It would have been easier with Tyler, the qualified assistant that I originally wanted to hire, but I should have known how my two men would react to that. They insisted that I get a female assistant so I shrugged my shoulders and hired Sarah.

“It looks beautiful,” she says as we step back to admire it.

It’s stunning. This entire building is stunning.

A few months ago there was a rundown Chinese restaurant in its place. Jack and Jax bought it, tore it down, and put up an eighteen-floor building full of gorgeous high-end condos. It’s my job to decorate the model condo that the buyers will see.

“How on earth did you get a Miranda Cross?” Sarah says, shaking her head as she looks up at it. “I heard that one of her pieces went for fifteen million dollars at auction.”

My mouth drops. Fifteen million dollars? I wonder how much my boys had to pay to get one in less than three hours. I don’t even want to think about it.

“Jack and Jax got it. I don’t know how.”

“You’re so lucky,” she says, staring at me in awe. She’s said that to me about a thousand times and keeps trying to get some advice on how she can score two hot billionaires. I never know what to say. I’m still wondering how I got them myself.

Footsteps echo down the hall and we both turn in time to see Jack and Jax walk into the room. They’re both wearing custom made suits that hug their large frames. My knees go a little weak when their eyes lock onto me.

Sarah sighs beside m

e as she checks them out. She’s gorgeous, but the boys don’t pay the slightest attention to her. I love that about them. They only have eyes for me.

“You can leave early, Sarah,” I tell her when I see the familiar look of hunger in their eyes. Things are about to get naughty really fast.

“I can stay,” she says quickly. She’s looking Jack up and down like he just walked out on stage with a bunch of dollar bills sticking out of his G-string.