Sir Loin of Beef (Grade-A Beefcakes 1)

As I stared at Bartender, Mr. Big pulled himself free of his jeans as well. I looked left, then right, at both of them. They were even bigger than I’d thought based on the bulges in their jeans. No wonder Bartender’s had gone down the inside of his thigh. It had to be ten inches long. And Mr. Big... his name worked for his dick, too. My pussy clenched, knowing if I took either of them, they’d have to stretch me wide to fit.

They were both stroking their lengths in tight fists, Mr. Big’s leaking pre-cum like a faucet. I licked my lips, wondered what it tasted like.

“Shit, I want that little tongue to lick off all my cum, but not tonight, angel. Take me in hand, get me off. That’s it. Tighter.” He instructed me what to do, how to hold him as I slid my hand up and down. My fingers didn’t close around him, he was that thick. Hot and smooth, but so hard as I stroked him.

“Don’t forget about me, baby. You need to take care of both your men.”

I reached out, took him in hand. Stroked him, too. I had two dicks. Me. Two. Holy shit.

Mr. Big cupped my breast again as Bartender slipped his hand over my pussy from behind. A thick finger slipped into me, fucked me in a similar motion as to what I was doing with my hands on their dicks.

It didn’t take long, their hips thrusting into my motions as they groaned, spurted their cum in long arcs toward me. Mr. Big’s landed on my thighs, the top of my mound. And I felt the hot pulse of Bartender’s cum as it coated my bottom in stripes.

It was dirty. Filthy dirty, but I didn’t care because I rode Bartender’s finger to a second orgasm.

By the time I recovered from it—sheer bliss—I wasn’t sure if my legs actually worked. We were all breathing hard and my skin was damp with sweat—and cum. The scent of cum filled the room.

I laughed, let go of a dick—still hard even though it had just shot a huge load—and pushed my foggy glasses back up my nose.

“How are you going to fit those back in your pants?” I asked.

Bartender grunted. “It’s not going to go down until it’s had that pussy.”

I clenched my inner walls at the thought of that thing fitting inside of me. Times two.

My lust-filled haze was lifting a little. “I can’t believe you got me so worked up I never found out your names.”

“You’re not the only one worked up,” Mr. Big replied, his gaze on my skirt, which... crap, was still around my waist.

And my panties were around my ankles.

Leaning down, I reached for them.

“Hand them here, angel.”

I glanced up and he held his hand out. Lifting one foot, then the other, I carefully worked them over my boots and handed him my dainty panties.

Bartender slowly worked my skirt back in place. Their cum smeared into my skin and I knew I’d smell like them until I took a shower. “At least now we know that pussy’s uncovered for us. All warmed up, wet and ready for our dicks. Marked, too.”

“Okay, but I want to know who’s gotten me all sexed up.” God, I was a total hussy for doing all that and just thinking of them as Mr. Big and Bartender.

Bartender grinned and I fell in love with him just a little bit. “Sexed up? Oh, baby, we’re going to do so much more than get you sexed up. I’m Jed Cassidy.” He leaned down and kissed me.

When he was done, Mr. Big put a finger on my chin so I’d look up at him. “And I’m Landon Duke, but everyone calls me Duke, though you can call me whatever you want when you come for us again.”

I stilled. My heart stuttered, my breath caught. Landon Duke? Oh my god. This was Landon Duke?

Every bit of pleasure disappeared as adrenaline burst through my system. As panic set in. Landon Duke. Out of all the men in Raines, I had to draw the eye of a Duke. I knew everything about the Dukes. T

here were three Duke boys, although clearly they were men now. Landon, Tucker and Gus. Thankfully, Jed wasn’t one of them. I knew the Duke boys had a sister, Julia. I knew about all of the entire family, especially the parents.

Raines had over ten-thousand people. Not huge by any means, but big enough that I’d thought I could move back and avoid them all.

“Oh my god.”

Perhaps he saw the look on my face, or felt the way I went all rigid, but he stepped back. Jed, too.

“What?” he asked, a frown creasing his forehead. “What’s the matter?”