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Penny McDaniel didn’t think there was another man alive that could compare to the decadent handsomeness of Vince and Nolan Buchanan. Strong enough to toss her around like a ragdoll in spite of her bountiful curves with the stamina of a bull when they had her on her back (or knees), both men were exhaustive in their desire to possess her body and soul.
Sometimes Penny had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t living in a wonderful dream — a wonderfully erotic dream, at that.
Two months ago, the billionaire brothers who owned and operated Buchanan Enterprises, had approached her with a very unusual, very shocking business proposal and she’d accepted.
Holy hotcakes, had she accepted.
Since then, her life had been a whirlwind of sexual education (yes, she’d been a virgin prior to the brothers, and yes, she knew how crazy that seemed in this day and age) that’d often left her breathless (and deliciously spent) as well as mind-bogglingly overwhelmed.
Penny had gone from lowly bean-counter to highly desired mistress of two of the wealthiest men in the world and it was quite an adjustment.
To say she lived a privileged — albeit complicated — life was an understatement. She’d gone from anxiously staking out Payless BOGO events for new shoes to slipping into the well-heeled luxury of hand-crafted Chanel with price tags that made her want to faint. Somehow it seemed obscene to spend such an inordinate amount of money on things that went on her feet. But then, she supposed she’d never really been like many women who salivated over expensive shoes so when the Buchanans insisted on updating her wardrobe, she’d felt a bit like Julie Roberts on Rodeo Drive, trying to find a look that both suited and flattered. To be honest, it’d been an exercise in frustration. Designers simply didn’t make clothes that flattered a fuller figure.
“Not everyone is shaped like a human hanger,” she’d groused during one of their epic shopping excursions that’d left Penny feeling frumpy and fat until Nolan had simply suggested they employ a personal dressmaker to come and take Penny’s measurements. After that, shopping had been a breeze and she had to admit, she loved her new clothes. Suddenly, she felt sophisticated and worldly when all her life she’d always lived on the fringe of everything that was cool and beautiful. Of course, as lovely as the new clothes were, truthfully, Penny enjoyed when the brothers were peeling them from her body far more than anything else.
But lately, both Vince and Nolan had seemed on edge. Their lovemaking was rough and savage, not that she minded, but it certainly seemed as if something were eating at them. It couldn’t be the business because Penny knew for a fact Buchanan Enterprises was turning over record profit, which left Penny to worry that the problem was with her. What else could the two men who had everything have cause to worry about?
“You’re quiet tonight,” Nolan observed, knuckling her cheek lightly as they lay in the expansive four-poster cherrywood bed that she still hadn’t gotten used to sleeping in since she moved from her apartment to the penthouse suite that belonged to the brothers. Nestled in the crook of Nolan’s arm, she glanced up at him and smiled shyly, not quite sure how to confess her fears without sounding like a mewling, pathetic baby. “Everything okay? Are you still sore?” he asked solicitously, causing her to blush like mad. Just the mention of their epic sexual adventures made her cheeks heat. He smiled with genuine amusement at her reaction. Nolan loved that she’d been a virgin before either of them had been between her thighs. Of course, they’d both done their level best to obliterate her virginity in all ways since then — hence the slight soreness he’d mentioned.
She nodded and lied just a little. “All good. Perfect actually.” It was a small white lie. She was a bit sore from last night but it was a good feeling and she didn’t mind at all. In fact, being taken by either of the Buchanans was a pleasure she’d never known existed. Sounded cheesy, but it was true. Made her grateful she’d saved her “treasure” as her papa had put it, for the right person, instead of giving it away to the first fumbling male who had paid her any sort of attention.
Penny traced a line from the top of his chest down the hard ridge of his belly. “Is everything okay with you?” she asked, holding her breath. She was still learning her place in their world and was, at times, unsure of her boundaries but Vince and Nolan were always accommodating of her education. She’d only been punished once, and truth be told, Penny had writhed like a cat in heat, loving every minute. Vince had laughed and promised to “punish” her more often. Nolan stilled and Penny worried her lip, adding, “I just wondered because you seem…like something is bothering you.”
Nolan exhaled and actually pulled away to sit on the edge of the bed. Penny held her breath. Maybe she should’ve kept her questions to herself... “Do you have any family?” he asked, surprising her with the sudden question.
“No. My dad died a few years ago. He was all I had left,” Penny answered, tucking her feet under her short, demure nightie. Nolan loved her in lace, whereas Vince preferred tight corsets that made her breasts spill over the top like bountiful pillows plumped for his pleasure. “Why?”
Nolan’s expression darkened but he otherwise remained silent as if wrestling with something private that he wasn’t ready to share. This was the first time Penny had ever seen Nolan so pensive. Frankly, it scared her just a little. “Is there anything I can do?” she asked in a tentative voice, unsure of how to help. “Anything at all?”
She added the slight inflection with an innuendo at the tail end of her offer and Nolan cast her a sidewise glance with the hint of a smile playing on his lips.
“What did you have in mind?”
Her breath caught at the sudden hunger in his eyes. Just like that he turned on the heat and suddenly, Penny was burning alive, desperate for his touch. She slowly lifted the hem of her nightie up and over her head, peeping at him through her lashes. “Anything you want,” she answered, sitting back on her heels, loving how Nolan’s gaze blazed a trail of wanton desire over her body. How things had changed in her life. There was a time when she’d been so ashamed of her body that she’d hidden beneath oversized cotton tops and dowdy skirts that wouldn’t make anyone take a second glance, but Vince and Nolan had taught her to appreciate being a woman with a woman’s curves. Thei
r open desire for every inch of her body made her celebrate being considered plus-size.
“Come here, sweetness,” he instructed and Penny moved to comply, eager to feel his touch everywhere at once. She loved when the brothers took her together but there was something extra special about her one-on-one time with them. She climbed onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. She sucked in a tight breath at how possessive his gaze was when he roamed her curves, openly delighting in the way her breasts rose and fell with anticipation. The tips of her nipples pebbled beneath that hot stare just as her core liquefied with need. How had she ever survived without them in her life? Nolan wet his finger and then slowly, gently, tested her heat, pushing his finger deep inside her. Penny’s eyelids fluttered shut on a groan, her body coiling with explosive need.
“Penny, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured in approval at the way her body reacted so readily to his touch. “Do you like the way I touch you?”
“Yes,” she breathed, hearing the neediness in her voice but she didn’t care. “Ohh, yes, Nolan.”
He chuckled and pushed harder, crooking his finger to strum the sweet spot inside her that caused her to squirm and moan. The heel of his palm produced sinful pressure against her little pleasure button and Penny’s breath quickened. “Who do you belong to, sweetness?” he asked.
“You and Vince,” she answered on a moan, too aroused to blush. “Only!”
“Good girl,” he said. “Would you like to cum in my arms or on your knees?”
“I don’t care!” Penny gasped as he increased the pressure of his touch. If she hadn’t been desperately aroused, the pressure would’ve hurt but as it was, she felt ready to dissolve into a pool of helpless, quivering goo. She never would’ve known such carnal pleasures were possible, if it weren’t for Vince and Nolan. Penny squeezed her eyes shut, her heart rate slamming like a jackhammer as her body begged for release.
“Such a good girl,” he said in a low growl that thrilled her to her curling toes. “But first you have to earn your reward.”
She whimpered as he withdrew his finger and sucked off her juices right before her astonished gaze. They still managed to shock her on a regular basis, which only illustrated just how sheltered she’d been from men or dating in general. “On your knees, Penny,” he directed softly and she slid to the floor before him. His erection rose like thick warm steel, bobbing with life as the head oozed a tiny drop of fluid. Penny didn’t hesitate and simply slipped his erection into her mouth as she’d been taught. Before Nolan and Vince she’d never even seen a real penis — it’d seemed so sordid and perverted to satisfy her curiosity with pornography — so she’d simply buried her needs under layers of self-recrimination and guilt. The brothers had quickly stripped her of those silly layers to reveal the wanton woman she’d always suspected she was and in fact, she’d proven to be an able student in the art of sex.
Something her boys had certainly been delighted to discover.
Nolan threaded his fingers through her thick hair and groaned with appreciation as she lovingly took his member deep down her throat. The first time she’d tried that particular move, she’d embarrassed herself by gagging. The boys had laughed it off and assured her she’d been wonderful. Of course, that wasn’t good enough by her standards and she’d endeavored to learn how to be the best. Quickly, Penny learned she was not only good with numbers, but pretty damn good with her mouth and tongue, too.
“Oh God, Penny,” Nolan groaned, his skin becoming clammy as his arousal built. “God, that’s it. Right there,” he encouraged her in a raspy tone. “Yes, baby. Yes, don’t stop. Just like that!”
Penny’s core was like molten lava hearing Nolan groan and lose control. Usually she was the one losing her mind to their touch. It was incredibly hot to have the situation reversed. His grip tightened in her hair almost painfully but she didn’t mind. In fact, the sharp pain increased her arousal almost to the point of losing her own focus. But suddenly, Nolan stiffened and he groaned loudly as her mouth filled with warm, salty cream. She quickly swallowed every last drop, then gently laved the tip until he was glistening but clean. She beamed with pride, knowing she’d managed to turn her big, strong man into a weak pussycat, at least for the moment. He collapsed on the bed and she climbed his body, nestling her heat on his spent member. She smiled down at Nolan, loving how boyish he always looked right after he’d finished.
“Feel better?” she asked.
He opened his eyes and smiled muzzily at her. “You have a gift,” he admitted with a soft chuckle. “And yes, I do feel better.”
“Happy to help.”
“I bet you are,” he said, regarding her with sated expression that she adored. He idly rolled her nipple between his fingers and she sighed with growing anticipation. “Are you happy with us?” he asked, causing her gaze to clear and furrow her brow at his question.
“Of course I am,” she answered. Very happy. Except there were times when she felt terribly lonely, a voice reminded her. Not often though, she countered, squelching the voice and forcing a smile. “What’s bothering you, Nolan? Is it me?”
He chuckled. “Darling, you’re the best part about my day. No, it’s not you,” he assured her. “Just checking I guess.”
She bit her lip, deciding to take a chance. “If you want to talk about something…I’m here for you. We don’t have to…you know…” she actually blushed, still unaccustomed to speaking about sex so casually, even with Vince or Nolan. Habits were hard to break, especially moral judgments that her papa had instilled in her at a very early age. She tried not to think about how her Papa would react if he were alive, knowing that his only daughter had sold her “treasure” for a sum of money. A hefty sum, but sold nonetheless. But to be fair, no one had been busting down doors to claim her treasure until the Buchanan brothers had offered her their shocking and unorthodox proposal.
It’d been positively indecent. Was she bad that she’d jumped in with both feet?
Nolan grinned at her flush of embarrassment. “Do you mean you’d rather talk than fuck?”
She blushed harder. “No.”
“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he said, his eyes darkening with lust as she squirmed against his request. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do.”
Penny drew a halting breath and lost herself in his gaze. “I want…I want you to fuck me, Nolan. Please. I need you so bad. I’m wet just thinking about you inside me.” Good God! Were those her words coming from her sinful mouth? Oh yes. Her chest rose and fell with the increase of her breathing as her heartrate kicked up a notch. She caught the quickening of his erection, the slow and steady plumping of his cock as he regained his strength, and she shuddered knowing what was to come.
“On your hands and knees, beautiful girl. Show me that gorgeous ass,” he said, rising behind her. Penny hesitated, a spike of uncertainty at how he wanted to have her but she hastened to do as he instructed. She closed her eyes when she felt Nolan’s hand smooth over the tender places on her bottom and alternately hoped he would be gentle and hoped he would take her like a back alley whore.
“Vince was rough,” he observed softly, pausing on the slight bruising left behind.
“I’m okay,” she said, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt liquid slicking her insides, readying her passage for his assault. “I need you, Nolan,” she pleaded. “I’ve missed your touch.”
His finger entered her passage and she sucked in a tight breath. “Honey sweet,” he murmured with approval, moving his finger in and out in a slow, sensual movement that caused her to rock against his digit with her hips, pushing him deeper inside. “Tell me what a bad girl you are,” he encouraged in a husky tone as he continued to slide his finger in and out in a torturous movement. She needed the thickness of his cock to stretch her, to force her to cum. His finger was simply teasing her.
She groaned and wiggled against him. “Please Nolan,” she said impatiently, almost growling.
He shocked her with a
light slap on her rear. The painful zing instantly caused her to arch her back and groan with both pain and pleasure. “Tell me,” he demanded. “I want to know you deserve a good fucking, my darling.”
“I’m so bad,” she whispered, a tear surprising her as it slid free from her eye. “I’m as bad as they come. I’ve wanted to be fucked like this — owned — for so long but I was afraid to admit it.”
“And now?” he asked in a deceptively sweet tone as he pinched the swollen nub of her clitoris. “Are you grateful to have found your Masters? Tell me how grateful you are.”
“I’m so grateful,” she gasped, more tears breaking free. She shuddered at the words flowing from her mouth, shocked at how it made her feel to admit such a thing. Was it wrong to feel so liberated while belonging to these men? She groaned and gave into the pleasure, refusing to let her brain ruin all the wonderful feelings cascading through her body in throbbing waves. “Ohhh, Nolan!” she cried as he rubbed her clitoris in slow, circular motions, using the slickness of her own fluids to intensify the pleasure.
“You’re so responsive,” he said. “Just as I imagined you would be. I used to watch you, sitting in your cubicle like a good little accountant, counting your ledgers and furtively sneaking glances at me and Vince, so desperate for our attention. You wanted our cocks so badly, didn’t you?”
She nodded, her throat closing. Yes, she’d wanted them both. Desperately. “Yesss,” she cried, too caught up in the moment to care how she sounded.
He shocked her by pulling her legs out from under her so she landed on her stomach with a grunt. He flipped her roughly and opened her thighs to his hot gaze. She stared at him, holding her breath. This was so unlike Nolan. Rarely was Nolan so crude, so hungry. His stare fastened on her dewed pink folds and she fought the urge to squeeze her thighs shut. She still wasn’t entirely accustomed to being so openly desired. “What you didn’t know, sweetness was how much we wanted you,” he admitted in a hoarse voice, his lust binding his vocal cords until he sounded like an animal ready to tear apart its prey. “How many times I stroked my cock, wishing it were your mouth…your pussy. God, your hot, wet core is like heaven and I can’t get enough. Ever!” His eyes darkened and he hooked his arms around her legs, bringing her quivering womanhood to his face, close enough to kiss. She shuddered, knowing what he was going to do to her. She was shaking with need. “It’s my turn to make you moan, sweetness. You’ve certainly earned it.”