by Madison Faye
This was what I’d been craving. This is what I’d always been craving, without really knowing why sex or intimacy never felt as complete as I thought it should.
I just hadn’t had the right number before.
I gasped as Sean’s strong hands gripped my waist, and he began to roughly pound my pussy, making me moan and wail around Damien’s cock. But just as quickly as he’d begun, he pulled out, leaving me aching for more. I heard movement, and then gasped as I felt something hot and slick rub over my asshole. I shivered as I felt Sean’s finger press against the tight ring there and then slip right inside, eased in by whatever he was rubbing on my ass. He plunged his finger deep, slowly filling me with the digit before he slid it back out and repeated the process as he started to eagerly finger my ass.
He pulled the finger out and then crouched forward, and I moaned again as I felt the huge head of his cock press against my tight little hole.
“Shhh, just relax Arianna. Just relax that tight little ass for my big cock,” he growled into my ear, making me shiver. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could practically feel the wetness dripping down my thighs.
The thick head of his cock rested against my tight ring before he added pressure. Pushing gently at first, Sean grunted as he slowly eased himself into the tight ring of my ass. I brought my mouth up from Damien’s cock with a gasp as I whirled around, wide-eyed, to watch as he slowly pressed forward.
With a small pop, the fat head of his cock suddenly slid past my ring, and I groaned deeply at the sudden feeling of being so filled. Sean grunted as he looked up, his steely eyes flashing at me as he slowly pushed forward. I moaned, my face scrunched up in pleasure as I pushed my ass back against him while he slowly fed his entire length up my tight little ass
“Fuck yes.” he muttered, his balls resting against my pussy, my toes curling. “Ms. Holloway,” he growled, moving so that his lips were by my ear. “I’m going to fuck this pretty little ass like it deserves to be fucked.”
“Do it!” I hissed, begging like a dirty little slut for this man to use my ass. “Please fuck my tight ass with your big cock, sir!”
With a dark chuckle, his thick arm muscles standing out, Sean grunted and pushed forward, inching his big cock back in as I moaned in pleasure.
Hunter’s fingers clutched at my hair and brought me back to his cock, pre-cum dripping from his head. I opened wide and he started to fuck my mouth to match Sean fucking my ass. My body began to writhe and twist beneath the men as they alternated their strokes, filling my aching body from both ends.
It wasn’t long before I could feel the stirrings of a climax begin to clench and pull inside of me as Sean slowly pumped his cock in and out my ass again and again, his fingers beneath me rubbing over my clit. Hunter’s cock swelled even bigger as I worked my mouth up and down his shaft.
“Such a good girl, Ms. Holloway,” Hunter murmured. “Suck that big dick like a good little slut.”
I moaned and felt a hot glow burning inside me as his words and the two thick cocks working me from both ends began to push me over the edge. The slap of Sean’s balls against my lips as he pounded my ass with his cock had me clawing at the edge of sanity and my mind reeled at the hot primal sensations rippling through my body. Hunter’s huge cock, stretching my lips wide amplified the feelings even more, and the dark realization that I wanted this, that I wanted to feel completely at their mercy; to be their slut and their dirty willing plaything, came rushing to the surface. I moaned louder and louder around the cock in my mouth, loving the feel of the rough hands on my hips and pulling my hair.
Sean slammed into my ass, and with a muffled moan around Hunter’s cock, my orgasm tore through me.
Sean gently pulled out of me, and I felt hands move and hold me tight. Suddenly, Hunter was up on the wooden table, sliding beneath me, and pulling me on top of him. The head of his cock nestled against my soaking wet pussy, and with one rock of his hips, he buried every thick inch of his cock inside. He withdrew slowly, driving me crazy and with a grunt and a thrust, he was burying every thick inch of his big cock into my aching pussy again. I cried out as he ground into me, his cock stretching me wide and rubbing right against that perfect spot just inside.
Sean crouched back over me and my eyes flew open as I felt him press the fat head of his cock against my ass again.
Holy shit — both at the same time? My whole body tensed as I felt him push in, his head slipping inside a little easier this time as Hunter fucked me in slow, even strokes. My whole body shuddered and a silent cry lingered on my lips as Sean slowly pushed forward, easing his cock into my ass. The silent cry suddenly bubbled forth as a wailing moan of pleasure. Sean’s huge cock slid deep into my ass, and I suddenly found myself completely full and utterly filled.
Hunter and Sean began to fuck me then, using me as their toy as they sawed me back and forth between them. It felt incredible, being so completely filled up like this, feeling so full with these men. I was their slut, their plaything, and yet at the same time, I felt so much a part of them. This was rough, and dirty, and dominant, but there was more to it than that.
This was also loving, and shared, and four individual parts coming together to form a whole.
Damien moved in front of me, his rock hard cock swaying in front of my face. I reached and and began to stroke him as the two other men slowly fucked me but Sean pushed my hand away and thrust forward. I opened my mouth wide for him as he groaned and pushed in. I felt so fucking dirty with three men taking me at the same time like this, and it made my whole body shiver as the three of them started to work me in unison.
God, who was this new version of me? There I was on all fours, sucking one man’s cock while two others double-fucked me from behind. All three pumped in and out together, and I groaned loudly, muffled as all three pushed in at once, cramming me totally full with their huge, thick cocks. This was wild, and dirty, and toe-curlingly hot beyond anything I could have ever imagined, and I loved it.
Hunter and Sean started to pick up their pace, Sean especially as he started to grip my hips hard and fuck my tight ass harder. I could feel him tensing inside of me, his thickness stretching me so deliciously along with Hunter in my pussy, and I groaned as I hungrily swirled my tongue all over Damien’s throbbing cock. My aching, quivering body clenched and buzzed electrically as the three men fucked me, and I could feel another powerful orgasm about to topple me over the edge.
“Come for us, Arianna,” Hunter groaned beneath me. The three of them moved as one rhythm, filling me again and again as my body started to literally shake and tremble.
“Come on all three of our cocks, baby,” Sean groaned into my ear. “I want you to be a good girl and come for us.”
I went crashing over the edge. I screamed around Damien’s cock, my eyes squeezing shut as my whole body seems to just melt and explode at the same time. I could feel Hunter grind up into me, groaning as his cock throbbed deep inside of me as spurt after spurt of cum filled me. Sean grunted as he sunk his cock deep into my ass and came, his fingers digging into my skin as his cock throbbed inside of me.
Damien threw his head back in a silent bellow as he pushed forward, his cock spurting hot cum down my throat as my own orgasm blasted through me like a hurricane. With a final, wailing moan from my lips, my orgasm rolled into one final, clenching climax, and I collapsed on top of Hunter.
I was barely aware of the three of them pulling out of me, and then pulling me gently into their arms. We moved from the glassed-in deck to the penthouse condo they kept in the Camelot Holdings building. We moved into the bathroom, and steam surrounded us as the multiple shower heads kicked on. I cooed happily as I felt three sets of hands gently washing me, touching me.
Loving me.
Later, we moved into the bedroom, and this time, they swapped back to their role of worshipping me. Three mouths moved over my body for what seemed like hours — teasing, tasting, and rocking me through more orgasms than I could keep track of until final
ly I had to beg them to stop.
We slept together as one that night — the three of them pulling me close and sheltering me. And I knew it’d be okay. Sasha was safe and sound, the bad guys were gone, and here I was surround by three of the most incredible men I’d ever known.
And I knew then that no matter what we figured out, we’d make this work.
Because whatever this was?
It was worth fighting for.
Epilogue
Twins.
Because it couldn’t just be one, of course. With us, it was alway a bit more complex than that. But a year later, we ended up having twins. A boy and a girl, and I don’t think any of us could’ve been happier.
I did end up quitting working for the guys, but it worked out okay after all. They found a much more capable assistant in Harold. Harold the fifty-eight year old career corporate assistant who did a far better job of it than I ever had.
Hell, I’d slept with my bosses on day one.
Instead, I started working on my writing career — the one I’d put on hold for bad relationships and crummy jobs. After Joshua and Johanna were born, it just made it easier to be a stay at home mom anyways, and I loved it. A part time writing career and a full time stay at home mom career? Yeah, perfect.
Not to mention my second job: keeping three insatiable men happy. But that’s the easy part.
Well, at least the fun part.
Sometimes, I think the kids are Hunter’s, especially with Joshua’s sharp blue eyes. But then, Jo has Damien’s blonde hair, and they’ve both got Sean’s seriousness at times as well.
We don’t know, and we don’t care. Because we’re all one family, one big unit that works better together than we ever did separately. It’s not normal, but then, what’s “normal”? All I know is, I was never good at relationships.
Turns out, I needed more than one heart to match my own.
It’s Christmas now, and Sasha, Luke, and Jordan and their little boy Connor are coming over to the house. Sean is mixing up some of his famous cranberry cider punch, Hunter and Jo are hanging holly around the living room, and Josh is helping Damien and I with the rest of dinner preparations.
Later, there’s going to be hugs, and kisses, and high-fives, and cheers, and love.
We’re all here.
We’re all whole.
We’re all one big family.
And really, that’s what life's all about.
The End.
Also by Madison Faye
“Twice” Series:
Twice Driven
Twice Bossed
Twice Tackled
“First Time” Series:
Legal
Professor
Freshman
Baby It’s Cold: A Holiday Short
About the Author
Madison Faye is the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome, very normal suburban housewife behind the stories. While she might be a wife, mom, and PTA organizer on the outside, there’s nothing but hot, streamy, and raunchy fantasies brewing right beneath the surface!
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Twice Driven
Nothing’s going to stop us from making her ours.
Abby
When I left my ex, I had nothing, but I knew I could never go back to the man who’d hit me. Worse though, he’s in the mob, and I had nowhere to go.
But lost, out of gas, and alone on the side of the road, help came in the form of the last two men I’d ever expect it from. Rough, dark, and dangerous attractive, the two road-hardened bikers might be everything that scares me, and yet everything I need.
The only problem is that I can’t decide between them… but I might not need to.
Jackson / Connor
We’ve been outlaws since the day we were born, and we’ll be outlaws until we die. For the right price, we’ll do any dirty job.
Except maybe this one.
Abby’s ex wants us to hunt her down and kill her - but when we saw the sinfully irresistible, mouth-watering woman on the side of the road, we only had one thing on our minds.
We had take her, possess her, and make her ours.
Hope she doesn’t mind that we like to share.
Copyright © 2016 Madison Faye
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Chapter 1
Abby
The third time Joe hit me was when I packed my bags and headed out the door. I didn’t leave a note, and didn’t even take everything I owned. I just waited until he passed out in front of the t.v., threw some clothes in a bag, and got in the car.
Running away from a relationship like that is never easy - or safe - for anyone. Doing it when your boyfriend’s dad is a lieutenant in the mob?
Yeah, things get a bit trickier.
Joe’s family was “made”, as they say, which meant leaving wasn’t going to be as easy as staying at a friend’s house or checking into a motel in the city. No way. I knew I had to really leave - leave as in “disappear”. It wan’t an easy decision, but then, it was really my only one after that last time when he knocked me to the floor.
Yeah, takes a real man to punch his girlfriend when his team loses a football game.
Fuck that.
And so when I got in the car that ni
ght, I aimed west, turned on the radio, and just drove. I didn’t really know where I was going, or even where I’d sleep that night, but I’d hit the breaking point. Literally anything was better than the shit-show of a relationship the last two years had been. I was done.
When the Las Vegas lights faded behind me, I felt better. But it was when I started to leave even the surrounding towns behind that I finally took the time to pull over, take a breath and finally let my heart stop beating so fast.
I was free.
There was a distinct chance Joe would come looking for me - I knew that, especially if “the family” got involved. But that was a risk that was worth it to me. When you’re in that deep with something that bad, you sort of lose track of who you even are. After two years, I felt like a blank slate. I might not have known who I was anymore, but another part of me knew that meant I could be anything I wanted to be.
Because I was free.
I pulled back onto the road, let the windows down, and let the hot summer wind blow through my hair as I chased down the horizon.
Chapter 2
Abby
Of course, “finding me” wasn’t going to be free. The first night, I’d caught a few hours of sleep parked outside a diner with my doors locked. I drove all day the next night, fueled by coffee and a driving need to put as much distance between myself and Joe as possible before I stopped. But by that next night though, I knew I had to find a real place to stay.
