Grace shook her head in amazement and shock. What the hell did she know about police work or homicides, crime scenes or any of the gruesome procedures and skills that went along with it? She was a civilian, a photographer. Maybe that was it. She was used to looking at a scene or subject in a different way as a photographer. The person was an object that she had to portray and make them come across in certain ways.
She made models look even more beautiful, goddess like, or like fine art. That was why she had the reputation she did. She was an expert in the field and the models wanted Grace to take their pictures, beautify them, enhance their qualities, make magazines want them over other models and Grace did just that.
Sandman, Big Jay, and Duke stepped out onto the patio to join Grace, and she explained her thoughts and feelings with them.
“It’s amazing how in tune you are to this. You do come from a law enforcement background. Maybe it’s in your blood?” Big Jay asked as he took her hand and placed her palm against his lips. She smiled at him and wondered if he was right.
“Technically, you’ve come up with a profile for this killer without even knowing it. We’ll work on that next, right now there’s something else I could really use,” Duke stated then pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply.
In a flash, Duke was lifting her up and she was straddling his waist.
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Grace grabbed ahold of Duke’s cheeks and held his gaze. “I feel desperate,” she told him as he pressed her back against the wall of the house. Sandman and Big Jay stood on either side of Grace, staring down at her. She absorbed their facial expressions, their ginormous sizes and how attracted she was to all three of them.
“Desperate for what?” Big Jay asked then pressed a strand of hair back behind her ear. She closed her eyes as she absorbed the tingling sensation from his touch, combined with Duke’s cock that was pressed hard against her mound.
“Desperate for all three of you to always be with me, part of me…in me.” She immediately saw the change in Duke’s eyes.
“In you is where I need to be right now, baby.” Duke covered her mouth and kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around his head and thrust her pussy against his cock. She felt every sensation and sensed the movement around them and the sounds of the small waterfall descending into the Koi pond. There was the beat of their hearts, the scuffling of clothing, and belt buckles banging to the porch wooden flooring. She ravaged Duke’s mouth, felt the hands moving up both thighs, and knew they belonged to Sandman and Big Jay.
Duke released her lips and kissed along her throat as he undid his pants, shoved them down as fingers ripped her panties from her body.
“Oh God, yes, yes, please,” she begged of them, head tilted back, and legs wide. Suddenly a cock shoved into her pussy.
“I need you so badly it hurts, baby. It actually fucking hurts.” Duke thrust into her hard. He stroked her pussy repeatedly, grinding his cock through her vaginal muscles as she gripped his shoulders and counterthrusted. She wanted to get lost in the intense need and desire these men brought on.
“More. I need more.”
Duke pulled her from the wall and turned then sat down in a long chaise lounge. He spread his thighs and increased his thrusts as she fell to her back on top of the cushion. She locked gazes with him and then Sandman and Big Jay who stood there naked with their cocks in their hands stroking themselves and watching her.
“I want you, too,” she said, and Duke paused in his strokes.
“Together, baby? Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure. I want to feel you all everywhere. I want to taste you,” she said to Big Jay.
Duke stood up then lifted Grace up, too. He took position on the chaise lounge, spreading his thighs over the edge. Big Jay pushed over another chair and kneeled on it. She wondered what they were doing then understood as Duke turned her in his arms so that she straddled him.
“Ride my cock, baby,” Duke whispered as he pulled off her shirt and Sandman unclipped her bra, removing it while his thighs tapped against her shoulder blades. She lowered herself onto Duke’s shaft, sucking in a deep breath because his cock felt so hard. “Come down here.” He cupped her breasts and tweaked the nipples before kissing her lips. The kiss was so sensual she felt her body release small spasms and lubricate Duke’s pathway in and out of her pussy.
“Oh yeah, baby. You like when we play with your tits don’t you?”
“Yes.”
She felt Sandman’s hands pressing her back lower and Big Jay scooted the bench closer. As she thrust her hips up and down, she turned to see Big Jay holding his cock. She stared at the size of it and wondered how the hell that fit inside of her. She licked her lips. “That’s right, darling. This is for you.” Big Jay moved his cock closer and she stuck her tongue out to take a little taste. Duke thrust upward and Sandman began to play with her anus.
“Oh.” She began to moan when Jay pressed his cock between her lips. She accepted h
is move, relished in the sweet, musky taste of male flesh, then tried to remain calm. Sandman was pressing a second digit into her ass and Duke was playing with her breasts.
“We want you at the same time. Each of us inside of you together, connected as one,” Sandman whispered. She moaned a response, and Big Jay chuckled. He caressed her hair then stroked his cock deeper.
“Just like that, baby. Suck it all in. Make me yours.” Big Jay’s words were shockingly arousing. She began to find a rhythm, a way to accept his length and girth without feeling panicked for air. She relaxed her throat just as Sandman replaced his fingers with his cock.
The three of them took over control of her body and she wasn’t complaining. She felt so feminine and comparable to some sex goddess who could satisfy three men’s hunger with her body alone. The three of them made love to her in such a way she wondered if they had some magical powers only brothers could have.
Duke held her hips as she moved her mouth back and forth over Big Jay’s cock. Sandman gripped her hair and leaned over her, his cock deep in her ass.