by Alex Grayson
“Don’t worry, Daddy. This can be our little secret.” I soak my thighs with arousal just thinking about how forbidden this is. “You can fill me anywhere, anytime.” I gag when he slams up, his hand now guiding my head. It only takes three more fast pumps before he twitches, coming down my throat. I moan through his release, sucking him clean.
His rough grip tugs at my hair, and he rips me off him. His heated gaze takes in my nudity, a fire blazing from his orbs. A deep growl reverberates in his chest. With his free hand, he grips my waist, tossing my back against the bed. “I told you before—I hold all the control.” His hands are rough, threatening to bruise my hips as he drags his hungry mouth down my body and over my throbbing pussy. His face disappears between my soaked thighs, and he sucks at my sex with a fierceness that pulls my back off the mattress. “That’s right. Take my fucking tongue.” He goes back for more, eating me like a savage. My pussy pulsates as my orgasm rips through me, clenching and spasming around his finger and tongue.
He falls to the side next to me, both of us trying to catch our breath. “This is so bad,” he pants, his chest rising and falling.
“Yet so good.” I turn to my side. “We both know Hazel’s a late sleeper. Why don’t you take me into your gigantic shower and bend me over that fancy tile?”
His eyes blaze with anger, but his cock hardens, giving him away. He grips my hip and spanks my ass. “Rule number one: never mention my daughter. Rule number two: I say what happens.” He spanks me again and pops up, his cock thick and long and more than ready. “Now, get in the shower. Daddy needs to clean you up.”
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Party for Three
Meagan Brandy
What happens when your boy goes and gets himself a girl? You have a solid, sweaty...party for three.
1
Royce
Chloe is sittin’ in my lap, in full-on rider’s position – chest to chest, pussy to cock – as my boy Mac smashes toward the cabin we’re staying in tonight since my brother is smashin’ his new wifey in Mac’s, and the Brayshaw cabin is occupied by another fucked up, wannabe couple.
When Mac asked me earlier if I was up for partying, there was no question what he meant, and the answer was a quick and easy hell fuckin’ yeah, but he knew that before he brought it up.
This kind of fun isn’t new to us, our threesome game’s strong.
And what else would you do when your boy goes and gets himself a girl other than have a solid, sweaty, party for three?
So, yeah, easy decision.
Mac hits a small ditch, and my right hand flies up to grip the roll bar, my left, squeezing onto Chloe’s thigh a little harder.
She bites into her bottom lip, her eyes repeatedly sliding to her man, a little unsure he’s really on board with what’s about to go down even though he kissed her and eased her down when I first pulled her onto me.
He senses her hesitation and slows, now coasting down the final stretch to her cabin. His eyes slide to mine, so I reach between us to keep the steering wheel straight while he grabs Chloe by the chin and takes her mouth.
My dick grows beneath her and after another swipe of his tongue, she does what he wants, and starts grinding, seeking out the pressure her body needs.
“There you go, baby,” he hums, slowly pulling away and refocusing on driving.
I’m hard as fuck now, ready to slide inside something warm, her mouth first if I have my way.
I grip her ass and tug her closer and she gasps, but her hips roll a little deeper, fighting to feel what I’ve got to offer.
Within a minute, Mac is parking and looking to me. “Ready?”
“Ask your girl.” I smirk.
The two laugh and the three of us climb out.
Chloe unlocks the door and I stay on her heels, following her inside while Mac trails in behind me.
They’ll be no waiting, no drinks to blame the night on or lead up necessary.
Everyone in this room is horny and ready to roll, and not one of us is known to be shy when it comes to sex.
Chloe stands in the center of the room, her eyes trailing Mac as he walks toward the stereo in the left corner. Not thirty seconds later, music streams low through the room, what songs, I have no clue, ‘cause my blood is pumping too hard and quick to pay that much attention.
When Mac’s heavy footsteps sound that he’s back, I start us off.
“So, what up, Mac?” I grab a piece of Chloe’s hair, sliding it between my fingers with my eyes locked on hers. “Same as with the others, equal reign?” I cut a glance over my shoulder as he walks up.
He grips her hand, tugging her along as he drops his ass on the edge of the couch a few feet in front of me.
I stand back, watching, waiting for them to work out what they need before we can play.
It’s a necessary move when you party with a couple.
There has to be rules.
She’s his to have, with the exception of tonight.
Mac locks eyes with her, sliding his fingertips over her jaw.
“Nah, my man, not this one,” he rasps, and Chloe’s hand flies up to grip his wrist as her breathing picks up. “Tell him, Chlo.” He cocks his head. “What can he have, hm?”
“Everything.” Her answer is instant, her hand dragging his down her body until his fingertips are hooking into the top of her dress and tugging it down just over her left tit. “Everything but this,” she adds in a whisper.
Mac’s hands meet the backs of her thighs, pushing the thin material of her dress up and over her perky ass, teasing me with her bright blue thong.
He knows I’m an ass man.
“That’s right. He couldn’t have your heart if he wanted it, ‘cause it’s already mine, ain’t it, baby?” he murmurs, squeezing those cheeks, his hands disappearing between her legs.
Chloe’s moan has me straining against my slacks. “Yes.”
He meets my eyes briefly, giving a small nod before he looks back to her, so I begin unbuttoning my shirt.
“Good girl.” He stands to his full height, towering over her small frame. “Now, ask him what he wants... and give it to him. Show him what my baby can do.”
My groin heats.
Chloe’s head snaps over her shoulder, her eyes officially starting the fucking we’re about to do. “No holding back, no issues later?” she asks Mac while trailing the tattoos on my arms and chest with her greedy gaze.
Mac spins her body to face me as he stands behind her, and slowly he tugs her dress up and over her head, letting it fall beside them. “Tomorrow, you’re mine, but tonight? You’re ours.” Having been unclasped already, he slides her bra down her arms.
Full, heavy tits jiggle before me, nipples hard as rocks and begging to be sucked on.
“And look at him, Chloe,” he whispers. “Tonight, he’s yours, too.”
She visibly shudders where she stands, her eyes growing more hooded the longer she stares.
“Come here,” I instruct her.
She doesn’t hesitate.
In nothing but her underwear and six-inch heels only she’d think to wear to a cabin in the woods, she makes her way to me.
With a single finger under her chin, I tip her head back.
I allow my warm b
reath to cascade across her mouth, bringing my lips only inches from hers.
Her chest rises with her deep inhales and she pauses.
“We’re gonna fuck you, Chloe,” I whisper and her body trembles where she stands. “I hope you’re ready, ‘cause they’ll be no sleep for you tonight.”
I press my lips to hers.
2
Royce
Chloe gasps against my mouth, so I take advantage of the opening and slide my tongue inside, teasing her with a taste only to deny her of any more.
“Such a pretty mouth,” I murmur. “Show me what it can do.”
She licks her lips, her eyes sliding to Mac when he’s suddenly beside us, setting a pillow on the floor. He stays on his knees, lacing their fingers together as she drops to hers.
Mac shuffles so he’s behind her, placing one leg over hers so he can press against her back. “Should we take the shoes off or leave them on?” He runs his hand along her legs.
“On. Could be fun later.” I tip my chin to her. “Take my belt off.”
Her hands come up, but she takes her time feeling my lower stomach, leaning in to press her lips against my skin as she pulls the thick leather from around my body and tosses it to the side.
Mac peels his tux jacket off behind her, letting it fall, and starts working on his shirt next.
I kick off my shoes, pushing them to the side.
Chloe takes the hint and unbuttons my pants next, letting them hook around my hips.
My dick is hard, straining against the Italian silk of my briefs and only inches from her face.
Chloe peeks over her shoulder once more, but Mac glares at her, shaking his head.
Take.
That’s what he’s telling her without words.
I drop to my knees and her eyes slide back to mine.
I reach forward, clamp her nipples between my knuckles and tug.
Her moan is instant, and Mac’s low growl follows, as I knew it would.
“You hear that?” I lean in a little, pinch harder, and her head falls back on his shoulder, but she keeps those eyes on me. “Reach around and feel him. Now.”
She does and her lip pulls between her teeth.
“Your man gets off knowing you’re feelin’ good,” I tell her. “Don’t hold back, don’t stop to think. Let him see, let him hear.” I drop my mouth, flicking her nipple with my tongue and her hips buck.
Mac’s hand instantly comes around to cup her pussy and he moans with her.
“Your pleasure will make him go mad, he’ll give it to you harder, and you’ll love every second of it.”
She nods, tilts her head and captures his lips, so I release her and stand.
Mac takes her hand off his dick and places it against mine, closing her fingers around me, and she whimpers, tearing her mouth from his with a harsh exhale.
I can see it in her dark eyes, they’ll be no more hesitation to come from her tonight.
Ready and willing, just how I like it.
“Go on, girl. Taste me.”
Her pupils grow larger as she scoots closer, using both hands to tug my boxers from my hips and leaving them to latch tight around my thighs.
My dick jolts as it meets the chilled air of the cabin, and she wastes no time wrapping her fingers around me.
She tests the feel, sliding me gingerly through her palm before giving a hard squeeze. “I knew you’d be big,” she admits, leaning in to flick her tongue across the tip, then blowing warm air over the wet spot.
Goosebumps break across my skin and she smirks.
Her shoulders lift and I cover her hand with mine, directing myself to her lips. “Open.”
“Say please,” she teases.
I groan, pushing against her lips and she chuckles only to gasp when Mac’s hand comes down on her ass in a gentle smack.
She pulls me in her mouth, sucking as I slide deeper, then adjusting her lips so they’re full and wide as she slides back.
My head falls back and I barely register the sound of Mac’s movements, but when Chloe’s lips begin to tremble around me, and her teeth lightly clamp around my dick, I force my head upright again.
Mac’s dropped to his back, slid beneath her, and has her pussy in his mouth.
Her legs spread farther out, now completely off the small couch cushion beneath her, Mac’s head having taken its place as she grinds into his face.
I can only see a sliver of her silky center, the blue string of her underwear covering what his mouth isn’t.
She sucks me harder and my hips buck, shoving my dick farther inside.
When her hands fly from my cock, planting on my ass to squeeze, I know she’s about to come, so I pull my dick from her mouth and bend down, biting on her nipple as she threads her fingers through my hair, dragging my face between her tits.
I kiss her chest bone, and her hands move back to my dick. She starts jerking me as she rides her man’s jaw until she goes stiff, crying out between us, Mac’s deep growl is hardly heard she’s pressing into him so hard.
We ease her through it, his mouth working less, my hands gentler, but Chloe isn’t stuck. She needs no time to recover and climbs off him with ease.
She stands in her heels, underwear still crooked and dripping in the center as her eyes travel over the two of us.
She looks to Mac’s pants, still fastened around his hips to me and mine that are still bound around my ankles.
“Lose the bottoms and meet me in the bedroom.”
She pauses by the bar, takes a quick drink from a bottle of gin, and disappears into the hall.
Mac and I look at each other at the same time.
We laugh, drop our clothes, and head to the girl where she’s asked.
3
Royce
Chloe’s good, I’ll give her that, playing that phat ass card like a champ.
She’s lying flat on her stomach, bare butt staring back at us, heels still on and in the air.
She cuts a flirty smile over her shoulder, and Mac wastes no time, climbing onto the mattress.
He grips her ankles, lowering her legs down so he can kiss up them, and climb over her,
He bites into her ass, then kisses the spot and her hands slide across the comforter.
“You owe him another go, baby.” His hand slips beneath her and tugs, lifting her onto all fours. “Now call him over and suck him ‘til he comes. Stop, and I stop.” His fingers dip inside her and she gasps.
“Royce.” She licks her lips, eyes on my hard-on. “Get on the bed.”
I walk over, sliding my fingers along her back as I step by, then position myself in front of her. I sit with my back against the headboard, dick pointing to the air and she crawls forward, Mac moving with her.
She slides her hands across my chest and down until she’s squeezing my thighs and I’m in her mouth again.
She sucks hard, her tongue rolling as she bobs on my dick, a small gag sounding from her when she takes me too far, but she doesn’t let it faze her.
My muscles grow stiff and I let my head fall to the wood behind it, but then the heat of her mouth is gone.
My eyes open to find Mac has pulled her from me and is straightening her spine.
With his knees behind hers, he nudges her farther forward until her pussy is hovering over me.
Her mouth parts and her hands find my shoulders, so I grip myself, pumping, waiting.
She lowers, sliding down my shaft as she looks back, kissing her man.
A deep, full moan escapes me, and theirs follow.
“Ride him,” Mac growls into her mouth. “Nice and fuckin’ slow. Make him come so I can have my turn in that pussy, baby.”
I grow harder, my hands flying to her hips to grind her into me.
Like she was instructed, she fucks me, pulling her hips in and out in slow, methodical movements that has my balls drawing tight.
My knee jerks, so she moves faster.
Mac’s hands come around to tug on her tits, and he pulls her ni
pples out as far as he can.
She clenches around me, sucking me in deeper, so I push up, yanking her body flush into mine, smashing her body and his hands into my chest and pump into her.
My hands come around to spread her ass cheeks, and Mac’s fingers follow, slipping between my grip to swirl around her hole.
“You take her ass yet, Mac?” I groan, flexing inside her as she moans, her head dropping to my shoulder.
“She’s ready.”
“Mmm... who goes first — fuck!” I stiffen my hips upward when she lifts and starts bouncing on me.
“I want her pussy. I can’t wait much longer.” He growls, his hand coming around to rub on her clit as my dick slips in and out of her.
I shift, dropping her on her back and forcing him to move, driving as deep as I can and Mac pulls one of her legs back, holding her open wider for me.
“Come on, baby,” he croons, biting at the skin of her stomach.
She moans, starts shaking beneath me right as I’m ready to come.
I quickly pull out but keep pumping my dick in my hand, and he yanks her away, rolls her onto him and fills her in one thrust.
“Fuck,” he rasps.
Chloe moans while I growl, holding on a second longer while I climb over his legs, spread her cheeks and come against her asshole.
She shivers, her eyes cutting over her shoulder to look into mine.
I keep jerking but smash my lips into hers and her arm comes up to wrap around my neck.
I release her mouth and my dick and reach around to massage her stomach, slowly gliding my hands down to her hips and back.
I lean forward until she’s flat against his chest, forcing her to follow the movement of my hips with her own.
Mac’s hand slips between them, and soon she’s shaking between us.
“Oh god,” she croaks before her muscles grow slack and she stops moving.
