Tanners' Angel

by Jenny Penn

  Those full, rounded breasts would have tempted a saint with the need to play, taste, tease, and watch them as they bounced under the impact of a hard cock driving deep into that wet little cunt.

  Her smooth, naked mound made him burn for a taste of that wicked piece of fruit. It begged for a man’s attention, for the ravishment of hands and mouth and the invasion of a thick, hardened cock. His own ached with violent demand to be that man. He could almost feel the heat of it on his face, smell the sweet nectar of her desire. All he had to do was reach up and take a taste.

  “Are you sure you want to do this here?” Mary Anne’s husky question broke through Mike’s erotic musings and snapped him back to the moment.

  The sizzle and crackle of the fire just feet from his head popped in his ear. A shadow cast across him a second time. From directly above, Mary Anne’s response left him in little doubt what was about to happen.

  “My brother’s a dumbass. Trust me, he deserves this.”

  It was in that second, when their gazes met and locked, that Mike realized Malcolm never bought his asleep routine. Malcolm did this to him on purpose, and he had no intention of stopping until Mike made him. The will for that just didn’t exist in Mike’s bones.

  Not when Mary Anne went to her knees right over him, completely oblivious to the moment passing between the brothers. Using the bench seat as support, her arms rested on the edge, letting her breasts hang right down over him. Plump and flushed, the hard little nipples begged for attention. So, too, did her naked little pussy.

  Spread wide by the angle of her knees, his eyes could clearly trace the line from the sweet valley between her breasts over the softly rounded bump of her stomach to where her mound dipped into the most sensual flower.

  Swollen, parted, and dripping, her little cunt was ripe for the tasting. All he had to do was turn his head and lift and he would finally know what the forbidden fruit tasted like. Mesmerized by the need he could no longer control, Mike’s head lifted.

  A flash of blue distracted him a breath away from the sweetest treat he ever reached for. A shadow of movement between her legs had him stilling as his gaze focused on the light blinking over the rounded curve of her thighs. Dark blue denim stretched over a thickened thigh bent down behind the soft velvet of Mary Anne’s skin. There was something so harsh and wicked about the sight of Malcolm’s thick thighs still clothed in the itchy looking denim pushing against his angel’s creamy smooth skin.

  It was like watching innocence being lost, his innocence because he put Mary Anne on a pedestal. Just like Richard, he let his own eyes deceived him into thinking Mary Anne was fragile and too sweet for corruption. That idiot screwed himself over and so had Mike, but Malcolm hadn’t. He screwed Mary Anne instead, and he was about to do it again.

  His brother’s thick dick thumped down between her legs. Swollen with blood, Malcolm’s flushed cock looked hard and angry with its pulsing veins nestling into Mary Anne’s creamy sweetness. Mike watched with breathless anticipation as Malcolm positioned the bulbous head right up against the ring of muscles that guarded the gate to the heavenly delights of Mary Anne’s body.

  A part of Mike wanted to shout out and stop this, to protect the woman he fought so hard to think of as innocent and naïve from the battering ram slowly forging into his angel’s body. He didn’t, held still by the amazing vision of watching Mary Anne’s little cunt stretch and swallowed every thickened inch of Malcolm’s erection until his balls bumped into her.

  Mike panted, staring in shocked awe at the sight above him. In the recesses of his mind he could feel the outrage, but it blurred and faded under the weight of his pounding blood. Bound to the pinnacle of disbelief, he waited for this dream to break and reality to revert back to what it should be, him asleep on the bench, Mary Anne in her bed, and Malcolm in his. That would surely happen at any moment because this couldn’t be real. It had to be a dream.

  What a dream it was. Nothing compared to this moment watching her as she snaked a hand right down over her stomach. It dipped, her fingers curling around his brother’s balls in a gentle, toying massage.

  Malcolm jerked and growled. “You want to play like that, angel?”

  “I bet you break before I do,” she wickedly taunted.

  Malcolm grunted, and Mike saw his hands swoop up from her hips to swirl under and capture her breasts in their strong grip. Her little nipples pouted out between his brother’s spread fingers, and he watched as they closed down to pinch her tender buds. Mary Anne’s whimper turned into an escalation of pants as his brother twirled his thumbs over the very tips of her captured tits. Mike watched her touch become desperate as she tried to even the scales by distracting his brother.

  It didn’t work. A fine sheen of sweat began to glisten over her body as the muscles just beneath her skin quivered to life. Her whole body started to shift back and forth as her sexy mews and husky groans began to escalate in tempo.

  She snapped with a hurled “Damnit!”

  Mike watched her entire body jerk forward, revealing several inches of Malcolm’s cock, before she slammed back down on it. Above her Malcolm laughed, his hands releasing their prey to hold her hips steady as he growled out encouragements.

  “Take what you need, angel. Go on and fuck me. Oh, God,” Malcolm groaned. “You’re so damn tight, angel. God, I love you.”

  Mary Anne disintegrated into a savage thing of need with that pledge. Her hand fell from his brother’s balls and slapped into Mike’s stomach. Before he could draw another breath, her fingers found his throbbing dick and trapped him in the tight vise of her grip.

  Just like that he went from voyeur to participant as she began to pump him right through his jeans. Matching the flex and pull of her hips and the slippery sounds of her cunt being pillaged, she sucked him right into the moment, stroke by stroke. He outgrew the length of his pants, and her palm scorched over his head, her fingers trying to crawl beneath the band of taut fabric confining him. With a growl, he ripped open his belt and loosened himself into her grip.

  Faster and harder, she ground herself against Malcolm, taking Mike right to the edge of her torment with her unrelenting hold on his throbbing flesh. By the barest thread, he managed to hold back as she convulsed over him. Mike’s mouth went dry at the sight. He knew those screams well, but he’d never seen the way her little cunt pulsed and sucked at the cock buried in it, weeping for more even as her whole body broke down under a series of violent tremors.

  She’d have collapsed right on top of him if it hadn’t been for Malcolm’s thick arm holding her up by the waist. His brother held her steady as he pulled free of Mary Anne’s body. Amazingly, she murmured in protest and Malcolm was quick to soothe her.

  “It’s all right, angel, I got what you need right here.”

  His brother wasn’t referring to his still locked and loaded cock. With his free hand, Malcolm lifted the carved cock from where he discarded it earlier on the floor. Mike matched Mary Anne’s deep breaths as everything around them stilled in anticipation for when Malcolm would begin this final descent into total debauchery.

  Her grip had gone soft over Mike’s still throbbing erection when she climaxed. As Malcolm brought the smooth wax head to the opening of her sheath, her fingers tightened anew. They transmitted the tightening of her muscles as Malcolm steadily packed her cunt full of fake cock. Her hand could have held his tongue for all the agony she caused him, and the very fact that she did it knowingly had all the air constricting in his chest.

  They planned this whole thing. It hit him then as the pieces fell down with cool reason. Mary Anne hadn’t wanted to tell him because these things needed to be revealed at the right time. That time was tonight because they both knew he was about to catch them.

  She knelt over him just so she could taunt him into her wicked games. It occurred to him again to end this charade and just reach right up with one hand and yank her head down on his cock. Then they’d see what the bossy little angel had to say.

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nbsp; Mike wasn’t in control of this scene, though. Malcolm was. His brother had only one thing in mind. Pushing down on Mary Anne’s hips, Malcolm brought that impaled pussy even closer, so close Mike could see with perfect clarity how the dick pressed against the wall of her sheath, pushing her glistening little clit out so that it teased him with an invitation to taste.

  That was an invitation Mike didn’t have the ability to answer, not with his brother lining up his cream-coated cock right along Mary Anne’s ass. Instead of screaming in outrage, Mary Anne moaned encouragements as Malcolm steadily pressed forward. Her words echoed through his head, becoming his own as he watched her start to slowly gyrate.

  “So good, Mr. Tanner. Ahhh, better than I ever imagined.”

  Mike snapped under the pressure of Malcolm’s slow, sensual fucking, feeling the tension it wound Mary Anne into with every stroke of her hand over his cock. He needed to touch her, needed to taste her, needed a release from the inferno burning through his balls. No room left for thought, his body fell to the hard command of his raging desires. His head lifted right up, and his lips closed over her swollen little bud.

  Mary Anne shrieked as her hips dipped toward him. Mike lost control at the first succulent taste, and his hand came up to grip the end of the toy filling her pussy. With merciless savagery, he bounced the toy hard and fast into her while he licked over her clit. With his brother in the way, he couldn’t get good extension with the toy, but it didn’t matter.

  Mary Anne was shrieking, pumping her pussy down onto his face as he felt the spasms starting to quake over her cunt. If Malcolm gave a warning that he was about to act, it went unnoticed by Mike. All he knew was that his woman was suddenly ripped away from him. With a growl, he sat up and watched as Malcolm tumbled Mary Anne down on top of him with a firm grip on her breasts.

  Splayed out over Malcolm, her legs lay spread wide open, tempting Mike with a perfect view of the double dicks fucking her. With a snarl, Mike dove right in between Mary Anne’s legs to feast anew on her pussy. In this position, he could pump the carved squash much harder, much deeper into the suckling depths of her pussy. Mary Anne went wild, matching his rhythm as she screwed herself up and down his brother’s cock.

  The stinging pain of nails scraping over his scalp only made Mike take a nibble at her clit. She gasped and jerked, grabbing his head away from where she wept for more of his feasting. His glare lifted to issue a warning. It got caught in the back of his throat at the sight of Malcolm’s tanned hands tormenting the pale globes of his angel’s breasts. Against her soft and delicate skin, his brother hands looked rough, his hold harsh, in contrast.

  That’s just how the angel liked it. That truth shined out of the dark purple her molten gaze had taken on. Hunger, primitive, feral hunger shined down at him as she looked straight down her trapped body to command, “Take me, Mr. Tanner. Make me yours.”

  He reared up on his knees, his hands working to free himself fully of his jeans. Intent on laying his claim to Mary Anne’s body, Mike intended to show Mary Anne he heeded no woman’s command, but bent them to his. The very savagery flooding through his lust collided with the image of his angel. Willingly vulnerable to him and his brother’s dark desires, the warmth in her gaze latched on to the one last thread of decency he had. He couldn’t do this to her. No matter how much she wanted it, he wouldn’t reduce Mary Anne to nothing more than a good fuck.

  Growling under the confines of his honor’s leash, Mike jerked back and stumbled to his feet. With nothing more than his socks protecting his feet and his pulsing dick still hanging out, Mike stumbled for safety and went right through the front door into winter’s frozen embrace.

  Chapter 12

  Malcolm growled, pissed at his brother and in no condition to do anything about it. He had to act quickly before the insult Mike just dealt Mary Anne turned this evening from fun to horror. Rolling her over, he put her back on her knees.

  It was too late to stop now. They’d both come too far, and Malcolm didn’t even try to be gentle as he vented his frustration at Mike out on Mary Anne. Beneath him she grunted, groaned and then started pumping her hips backward. Gripping her shoulders in his hands, he used them as stops as he bounced faster and harder until every muscle in his legs burned with pain. It was all worth it as the white lightening strike of ecstasy finally shot straight out of his balls and consumed him whole.

  Distantly, he was aware of Mary Anne screaming as she convulsed. Even as his weight came crashing down to flatten her onto the floor, he could still feel tremors coursing through her body. Malcolm sighed and closed his eyes, luxuriating in the perfection that always invaded his body after he finished loving his angel.

  It didn’t matter if he took her hard and fast on the table, or toyed with her for hours in his bed, or even if they got wild and wicked over his brother in the living room, he always felt the same soul deep satisfaction afterward. Sprawled out on the floor with Mary Anne squished beneath him, he could have fallen asleep a happy man.

  He started to drift that way when a grunt and an elbow told him to get off. He moved to obey her, but his angry angel had apparently recovered and there would be no cuddling now from the sharp tone she used to start berating him.

  “Get off me, you ass.” He already pulled free of her body and lifted onto his arms by the time she got that out. That didn’t save him from getting his arms slapped as she started to roll over. “Get.”

  “I’m getting, woman. Just give a man a moment,” Malcolm muttered as he rolled onto his ass.

  “Don’t you take that tone with me,” Mary Anne snapped back, pushing the toy out of the way as she rose to sit. “This night has turned into an utter disaster, and it’s all your fault.”

  With that she pushed right up onto her feet and stormed toward the kitchen. Malcolm didn’t intend to let that be the last word and quickly scrambled up to his feet. Tucking himself back into his pants as he went, he trailed after her already shouting.

  “My fault? How the hell is this my fault?”

  “You knew he was awake.” She snatched a rag out of the fresh water in the wash bowl. In total disregard for the fact that Malcolm was fully clothed and she was clad in nothing more than her stockings, his angel lifted one leg up onto the chair and started cleaning herself even as she continued to berate him.

  “I told you to stay out of it. You promised me, but it was all lies, wasn’t it? You saw your opportunity tonight and you took it. You just had to push, and now look what happened.”

  Malcolm tuned her out after that, slouching back against the wall to watch the show. He didn’t think for a second Mary Anne didn’t know what she was doing. No woman could stand there touching herself in front of a man and not know what she was about.

  His little angel, Malcolm smirked, and what a dirty, naughty little angel she was, too.

  “Are you listening to me?”

  Malcolm blinked, not the least bit embarrassed to be caught ogling. “Hell, angel, if you wanted me to listen to you, you’d have covered up.”

  That got him a wet cloth slapped against his chest as she threw the rag across the room at him. Still clad in nothing but stockings, Mary Anne marched right across the room to yank Mike’s coat down off its hook. Wrapping herself in it, she pulled Mike’s hat down and shoved it onto her head.

  She looked almost funny standing there like a shrunken up wrangler. The coat came down to her knees, the sleeves engulfing her arms and swallowing her hands, making her look almost armless. Mike’s hat settled well below her ears to let the thick, black brim rest right on the tip of her pert little nose. All together, she presented a nearly comical image that he’d have laughed at if her hand hadn’t curled around the backdoor knob.

  Malcolm caught her by the arm before she could twist and let the cold air in. “You can’t go out there dressed like that.”

  Her head had to tip all the way back so she could see out from under the wide brim of Mike’s hat and meet his gaze. “That is exactly the point.”<
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  “What? To commit suicide by freezing to death?”

  “You don’t understand men at all,” Mary Anne shot back with such disgust that Malcolm had to look down at his body.

  “Am I not one?”

  “Just because you have a penis doesn’t make you enlightened. If you knew anything, then you would have known that your brother couldn’t be pushed by the kind of twisted little scene you played out here for him tonight.”

  “Put your curls back under you bonnet, Mrs. Winters, and go sell that load of crap down the road because I know you, angel, and you’re just as wicked as the show you put on tonight,” Malcolm shot back. “Don’t give me that wide-eyed innocent look, either. I know you saw Mike peeking at you as you were doing that little strip tease. Boy was practically choking on his own drool, which is just why you lifted that curvy little leg right over him and gave him a full-on show.”

  “Which I had to do, because of you,” Mary Anne shot back. “If you had just listened to me today and accepted that we had cool things down then we wouldn’t even be in this mess to begin with. Of course you couldn’t do that because you are the big strong man and have to control everything. Now, as usual in life, it is up to the little woman to go freeze her ass off just to make a point to another of your lumbering kind that he’s being a big bull-headed baby.

  “You listen to me and you listen to me good, Malcolm Tanner.” She poked him in the chest as she stepped up in blatant challenge. “I happen to be in love with your brother and if this scene cost me his love, I will make you and your urges suffer.”

  Forget the finger in his chest, Malcolm’s ears burned with her threat. “Are you threatening to hold out on me?”

  There went the arrogant lift of her chin. “Are you challenging me?”

  Malcolm pressed himself right into her. Making sure she felt how hard and strong he was even through the thick lining of the coat, he growled down at her. “You don’t understand dilly about men.”