by K. Anderson
Doug was relentless as he attacked Nicole’s pussy with his mouth, and he heard her pant as he went all in, licking and sucking and biting at her sensitivity. Her wetness flowed into his mouth, and he redoubled his efforts, intent on pushing her over the edge.
Doug could no longer take Anna being in control. He tightly gripped her hips and held her steady as he began to thrust his hips up into her. She released a keening wail, as did Nicole as he roughly bit down on her clit.
“Ah!” Anna cried out. “I’m going to come.”
“Please…” Nicole panted, her whole body shaking.
Doug growled. He raised both his hands. He used one to slide a finger into Nicole’s aching wetness, and with the other he pressed hard against Anna’s clit. Both women cried out as he set up a fast, punishing rhythm.
Nicole was the first to come, screaming raggedly as her inner muscles clamped down over his tongue and his fingers. Doug felt a rush of her wetness coat his hand and flow into his mouth, and he gently worked at her, carrying her through her climax.
Mere seconds after, Anna came. She let out a sob as her inner muscled slammed down over Doug’s thickness, and her whole body shuddered and jerked with the force of her pleasure.
Anna’s orgasm brought on Doug’s. He roared, and thrust up into her as her muscles milked at him, and he jerked helplessly as he released load after load of hot semen into her slender body. Doug’s pulse pounded in his ears, and he panted as the women dismounted him, each of them stretching out on either side of him.
Doug took deep breaths to calm himself down, and he felt hands on him. He looked down, and discovered that they belonged to Anna. He looked down at her tenderly, and he covered her lips with his own in a kiss. She kissed him back tenderly.
The two broke apart to look over at Nicole, who was looking between the two of them with a measure of satisfaction.
Chapter 12
“Thank you,” Anna and Douglas said at once.
“Oh it was my pleasure,” Nicole said as she rolled off the bed. “I’m sure we’ll have to make some readjustments in out contracts.”
The couple laughed, and Doug held Anna tighter to his chest as the both watched Nicole dress.
“I’ll see you both on Monday,” Nicole gave them both a wink, then turned and waltzed out of the room.
Finally, Anna and Doug were left alone. Doug looked down into his wife’s face, and he felt a surge of many different emotions pass through his body.
“Anna…” he said softly, his guilt and sadness coming to the forefront. “I’m so sorry…”
“Don’t be,” Anna cut him off. “Everything that happened was carefully planned. I knew that you wouldn’t be able to resist her, and I didn’t want you too.”
Doug was not convinced, and he raised an eyebrow.
“And I have to say…” Anna said, blushing a little. “I wanted to… you know… see what it was like…”
Doug’s eyes widened, and he felt his cock begin to stir at her admission.
“You mean,” Doug pressed, his voice growing darker. “What it was like to be with a woman?”
Anna blushed furiously, but nodded.
“And…” she said softly. “I liked it… I really did…”
“But…?” Doug prompted softly, sensing a reservation in her voice.
“But sometime…” Anna said, fidgeting a little. “Sometimes it just wasn’t enough… and all I wanted was your thick cock inside of me…”
That was all it took to get Doug’s cock fully erect once again. Without a word, he moved so that he was hovering over Anna’s body. He lowered his hand between her already spread thighs, and he shuddered at the wetness he felt there. He gathered some up on his fingertips, and then lifted his hand to Anna’s mouth. She eagerly sucked at his fingers and Doug growled at the sheer pleasure of the sensation.
Without any further warning, Doug slid into her once again, giving her few solid thrusts, and making her whimper.
“Like that?” he growled through his teeth.
“Yes…” Anna whimpered with a nod. “Just like that…”
Doug growled yet again, and lost himself in the tight wetness of his wife’s pussy. He pounded into her heard, and he relished the sensation of her fingernails digging into his shoulders. Soon, he heard her breathing hitch, and he lowered his hand between them to circle her swollen clit. It only took a few seconds of that treatment before she let out a soft cry, and he felt her meet her end.
Doug gasped as her muscles milked him, and with another few powerful thrusts, he once again spilled his load into her, pumping slowly as he emptied himself.
Doug gently withdrew from her and rolled off of her, collapsing at her side to catch his breath. When they had both recovered, Anna curled up to his side, and Doug held her tight, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
“I love you…” she whispered softly.
“Oh Anna…” Doug whispered in return, gently nuzzling into her head with his face. “I love you too. So much.”
With that, the couple fell into a satisfied sleep, help closely in one another’s embrace.
Cream for the Rival Billionaire Brothers
By: Anna Duval
Cream for the Rival Billionaire Brothers
© Anna Duval, 2016 – All rights reserved
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Chapter One
Alexis stirred the cup of tea for the third time and then slid it carefully onto the tray, picking it up and very carefully balancing everything on as she walked to the stairs and slowly ascended them to head up to her mother’s room. When she was growing up, her mom used to joke that one day the roles would be reversed and that Alexis would be taking care of her rather than the other way around. She just hadn’t expected it to happen quite so soon.
With a quiet sigh, she pushed open the door to the bedroom gently and padded inside, her slippered feet barely making a noise on the thick carpet as she walked over to the bed.
Her mother was snuggled up under the covers and breathing heavily, although Alexis couldn’t work out if she was asleep or just resting. Her breathing pretty much always sounds like that these days.
“Mom…?” She mumbled quietly and placed the tray down on the bedside table, reaching to turn the light on too at the same time. “Your lunch is here…”
“I don’t think I can manage it, love,” came a strained, croaking voice from under the covers.
“You need to try and eat, Mom,” Alexis insisted. “We talked about this yesterday. You’re never going to get better if you just waste away. You’ve got to keep your energy levels up.”
Silence.
Alexis bit her lip and continued. “It’s only soup and a sandwich. Just try and eat half, at least.”
“I’ll try,” her mother weakly replied.
Alexis knew she had to be satisfied with that. “Do you want me to help you to a sitting position?”
“Please, love…�
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She tugged back the covers a little then tucked her arms underneath her mother’s and gently but firmly pulled her up by her shoulders, her mother pushing down a little on the mattress to ease the process and wiggling her legs to sit up, grunting and whimpering with the effort on her weakened body.
Alexis propped up the pillows and helped to make her comfortable then placed the tray on her lap so she could eat her lunch.
“You can leave me now, Alex…”
“Are you sure? You don’t need help to eat?” She was cautious about leaving her on her own just in case she didn’t actually eat the food either.
“I’m not completely helpless just yet,” her mother tutted slightly and picked up the spoon with some soup on, slowly raising it to her lips as she leaned over a little to avoid spilling it.
Alexis watched her for a moment, then leaned down and kissed her on the top of her head before turning to leave.
“Why don’t you go out for a little bit, Alex?” said her mom just as she reached the door and was about to head out. “I’ll be fine until dinnertime. There’s no need for you to sit in the house twenty-four hours a day.”
Alexis nodded. “Maybe…”
Back downstairs and on her own again, Alexis sat down at the dining table that never got used anymore and ate her sandwich, her shoulders stiff and heavy with the weight she was carrying around on them. Only twenty-two and fresh out of college, she never expected to be the sole caregiver for her sick mother on what was rapidly becoming a full time basis, although it wasn’t like she had any other choice. They were a small family anyway and there had only ever been the two of them, her dad having left when she was pretty young. They had other family members, apparently, but they lived right across the other side of the country and she’d only ever seen them once. They had no one to help them and barely enough money to get by, most of which had gone on paying for her mother’s early healthcare. When she’d first started to get sick, they’d gone in for tests at the hospital. Lots of tests, for different things. They’d all come up inconclusive, and it had got to the point where they couldn’t afford to pay for any more.
Meanwhile, it felt as though she was getting worse instead of better. She was bedridden all the time and very weak, sometimes with a fever. Alexis was at her wit’s end and feeling desperate, especially with the dwindling funds in their bank account. She just wanted to know what was wrong with her mom. She wanted to be able to pay for more tests so they could find out for certain, and maybe employ someone who could help her take care of her if she continued to stay sick, so that she could at least occasionally live something of a life. She’d been hoping to get a job, but that idea had gone out of the window.
It was an idea that came rapidly back into her mind, however, when she sat down with the laptop that afternoon after lunch and logged online to check how much money they had left in the bank.
Pretty soon, they wouldn’t be able to even afford to buy food anymore. They wouldn’t be able to pay the bills for the house, and they’d end up losing it. That was the ultimate nightmare scenario and Alexis knew she couldn’t let that happen.
They’d had some hired help before.
Maria.
They’d had to let her go when they couldn’t afford to pay her, but now Alexis found herself looking up her phone number so she could get in touch with her again. Not immediately, but soon.
She needed to start looking for a job, and if she found one, she would need Maria to pop in and make sure her mother had something to eat at lunchtime, and just keep an eye on her for a couple of hours, on a much more part time basis than what she was doing last time. Perhaps she’d work with the promise of payment in a month’s time after Alexis got her pay from work through. Maria was a nice woman; she might very well do that.
Alexis huffed and pushed the thoughts to one side. All her ideas were resting on the fact that she would even get a job.
The job market was nearly impossible these days. Hundreds of people were unemployed in her neighborhood alone.
Her ultimate career plan after graduating had been to land herself a job at one of the top investment companies in New York, but realistically she knew that no one would be willing to hire a college student fresh out of school with hardly any real life finance experience, especially one who couldn’t even manage to keep their own finances intact, let alone anyone else’s.
Her grades were second to none though and always had been. She was a smart girl and very intelligent. Everyone had always told her that so eventually she’d started to believe it, even though she’d always felt pretty ordinary to herself. Maybe that would help in some way. If she could just get herself a couple of interviews, she felt a little more confident that she could go in there and talk to the people and impress them somehow.
She would have to at least try anyway. This couldn’t go on for much longer. Eventually they would just run out of money.
That night, after her mother had gone to sleep at her usual early time of eight thirty, Alexis was finally able to somewhat relax and get a small amount of time for herself. She hadn’t gone out that day like her mother had suggested. She only really went out to get the shopping in from the store. She didn’t have a social life anymore, particularly.
She got onto the computer and sat down in front of the television with it on her lap, and a glass of wine in one hand as she searched through various different companies online. She came up with a list of those that looked the most interesting and those she could imagine herself working for.
Then she went through them and sent off her resume along with what she hoped was an enticing and enthusiastic cover letter and a nice photograph of herself smiling, hopefully to show that she was a kind and affable person and easy to get on with. She hesitated on the ‘Send’ button for a long while, wondering whether she had done her best or whether there was anything she had missed off, then she finally hit it and the letter and resume was dispatched to eight different companies.
It wasn’t that many, but it had taken her a good three hours to do all of that, and by that time she was exhausted both physically and mentally. The long days taking care of her mother really took it out of her, and more often than not she found herself in bed by ten most evenings.
That night was no exception and she fell asleep thinking about the e-mails she’d sent off and wondering whether anyone would reply to her, hoping and praying that they would.
Chapter Two
Every morning was the same as the last in Alexis’ life. In fact, every day was pretty much the same as the last.
She would get up at around 7am and go to check on her mother. She would offer to assist her to the bathroom, and help where it was needed.
Then she’d get her back into bed and go make her some breakfast. She’d sit and help her eat it. Then take the dishes downstairs and wash them up.
The rest of the mornings she had to herself, but that was normally when she went out to do the shopping if they needed it, or clean and tidy the house a little if they didn’t. And soon enough, it would be lunchtime and she’d need to prepare something for her mother again, as well as go to check on her often to ask whether she needed any help with the bathroom, or with washing, or a drink, or some pain relief.
That morning shouldn’t have been any different to any other morning, except it was.
That morning, Alexis woke with a jolt of excitement and had a spring in her step as she ran downstairs to log on to the laptop and see if anyone had replied to her e-mails, a small, nervous excited smile on her face.
It was a smile that soon dropped when she realized that no one had.
Then she glanced at the time and tried to reason with herself. She’d sent the messages late last night after all the offices were closed, and now it was far too early for anyone to be in yet. The chances were, no one had even checked their e-mails or had chance to look at her resume yet. There was still plenty of time.
Relaxing a bit at that, she carried on with her normal mor
ning duties, putting the laptop away and trying to push it out of her mind for a few hours while she got on with things.
“How you feeling this morning, mom?” She asked as she pushed open the door and carried in the tray with some toast, eggs, coffee and orange juice on. It was the same question she asked her every morning and as usual she got the same response.
“So so…”
“That’s good.” She gave her an overly enthusiastic – but very forced – smile, and sat down gently on the edge of the bed.
Her mother was already sat up and waiting for breakfast, a pillow propped behind her back. That was at least a good sign that she felt a slight improvement. Some mornings she couldn’t do that.
“Do you need some painkillers?”
“Please.”
She cracked open the boiled egg for her. “I made soldiers for you to dip in. Like you used to do for me when I was a kid.”
“I remember…” She smiled. “You’re a good girl, Alexis.”
“I try my best.”
“Did you go out yesterday?”
She shook her head.
“You should go out today.”
“I will be doing. We need some more food…”
“I didn’t mean to the store…”
“Well I don’t really have anywhere else to go, Mom. Or anyone to go out with.”
“What about your friends from college? You need to stay in touch with them otherwise they’ll move on with their lives without you…”
They already have moved on with their lives, Alexis felt like saying, but she didn’t want her mother to feel bad, or feel as though it was her fault in anyway. She couldn’t help being sick. It’s just…since her health started failing Alexis had lost touch with the people she was friendly with in college and had become increasingly isolated, staying at home all the time and only going out to get food for them both.
