Get Lucky

She might look innocent. And hell, be innocent. But sweet little Phoebe Wright secretly wants it hard, panting, and rough. It’s written all over her face and in her breathless moans as we roughly push her legs apart and slide our fingers over the lacy edge of her panties.

Dirty and hard, like she’s always secretly wanted and craved it and always been too scared to actually seek out. But this time, dirty and hard found her.

“We’re gonna give you one chance, little girl,” I growl into her ear, making her whimper as my thick finger traces the edge of her panties, running the seam of her inner thigh as she trembles.

“One chance to leave. To walk away from this. Period.”

I glance at Eamon, who nods as he pulls away from her. He moves to the back door, slides open the deadbolt, and swings it wide into the chilly March night air.

“There,” I grunt, nodding with my chin. “There’s freedom. There’s this just being a crazy story for your little friends later. So, off you go.”

Phoebe doesn’t move, and I can feel my pulse hammering.

“I’m warning you, sweetness,” I rasp into her ear, making her shiver. “Leave now, or a I swear, we won’t be able to hold back. Not with you. And I’m not sure you can handle Eamon and I not holding back.”

Her eyes dart to the door, then back to mine, where she holds my gaze fiercely.

…And she doesn’t move.

I grin hungrily as Eamon closes and locks the door again, moving back towards us.

“I didn’t think so,” I growl lowly, my gaze locked with Phoebe’s. “Because I think you want to be here. And I think you want to be made to submit to two men like us.”

Eamon groans, moving back into her. He brushes hair from her neck and leans in, and when his lips brush her skin, she gasps quietly.

“Greedy little princess, aren’t you?” he purrs. Phoebe whimpers.

“I’m right aren’t I?”

Her eyes dart back to mine, blazing as she slowly nods, her face flushed.

“Ye—yes, sir.”

Fuck if my cock doesn’t just jump in my pants, precum dripping freely from my swollen crown.

“Bend over,” Eamon purrs into her ear. Phoebe gasps quietly, but slowly, her lip catching in her teeth, she’s turning. She presses her hips against the edge of the poker table, bending low over it. Her back arches, and that tight, sweet little ass pressed taught against the green fabric of the dress, molding it to her curves.

…Fuck, a man could tear that goddamn thing right off and just plunge right into her, right here and now.

Eamon and I nod at each other, both of us on the fucking knifes edge of our control as we reach for her skirt. We both yank it up high over her ass, growling at the lacy black and green thong splitting that tight little ass in two.

My hand slides down, and when my palm grazes the soft, supple curve of her ass, I growl audibly. Eamon moves his hand over her side, until the both of us our palming her ass.

I pull back and give her a sharp little spank on that very spankable, naughty little ass, and Phoebe moans.

…I swear I could come right there.

Somehow, I hold off, panting and gritting my teeth with the effort to hold back my cum. I breathe, eyes narrowing on that sweet little ass as I wind back and give her another sharp spank. Eamon does the same, spanking her other side and making her ass ripple before nodding at me.

I pull back and spank her again, and when she cries out in this sweet, honeyed moan, once again, it’s almost my undoing. Those whimpers—fuck.

Our naughty little girl likes it when she gets punished. My eyes trace down the tiny strip of fabric barely covering her ass and her pussy lips, and when I see it, I groan. Eamon spots it right after me and does the same thing, the front of his pants bulging as obscenely as mine.

A wet spot. A dark, wet, sticky little spot right in the middle of the gusset of those little green panties, pulled tight across her pussy. I give her another spank, and when she moans, I swear to God I see that wet spot grow a little bigger.

Fuck.

I don’t think, I just do. My zipper yanks down before I can even catch up with my own thoughts, and before I know it, I’m pulling my thick cock free of my pants. I growl, stroking my throbbing shaft slowly up and down as I wind back and spank that tight little ass again. Eamon grunts, ripping his belt off and undoing his own pants to tug his cock out as well. He groans, spanking her ass as he starts to jerk his big dick, both of us hungrily watching that wet spot grow even bigger and darker.