Liam darted his head up and smirked at her, his expression smug, "Oh, I'm going to keep licking you—but that's not all I'm going to do with you. We are just getting started, beautiful."
"Dammit!" a voice exclaimed from the door. "You guys started without me!" Cole sat his tray of drinks on the nightstand and kicked off his shoes. "How the hell are you going to start a threesome without the third person being here?" he complained playfully.
Brooke would have laughed if she weren't so aroused in that moment—all she could do was give him a sensual, winsome smile. "Hello, Cole."
"Hello, beautiful." Cole wasted no time in getting in on the action as he unbuttoned his dress shirt and pushed it off his shoulders, dropping it to the floor beside him. With deft fingers, he unbuckled his belt and pants, and slid them off with his boxer briefs, then joined them on the bed. His mouth covered hers as he cupped her breast and gave it a soft squeeze.
Cole broke the kiss and roamed his lips across her jawline, licking and kissing her skin as he gently fondled her breasts.
She couldn't help but compare Cole to Liam—they were polar opposites. Cole was shorter than Liam, his skin was pale, his hair auburn, and looked as if he hadn't had a haircut in a year. Where Liam was clean shaven with a shaved head, Cole had a two-day growth. His stubble lightly abraded her soft skin as he moved his head lower to suck on her nipples. His tongue was gentle, lapping at her tender flesh.
Brooke trembled, tingling from head to toe, every fiber of her being, every cell hummed with white-hot pleasure. She wished she could travel outside of her body and watch what was happening to her—she wanted to see Cole's slender body stretched out beside her, his pale skin rubbing against her side as he teased her nipples, while Liam's darker, toned body lay between her spread legs, his mouth buried against her pussy.
It was intoxicating, being ravished by two men at the same time, two men whom she'd barely even known. Slut, her inner voice chided, but she didn't care. She felt like a slut and the thought gave her hot chills. Slut. The word bounced around in her mind, and she remembered the caller she'd been talking to when Zander had found her on the phone, masturbating with a stranger. He had called her a slut, and it had pushed her over the edge to orgasm.
Her hips gyrated and undulated beneath Liam's attentions. She ground her pussy against his face, wanting more, wanting—needing to feel something deeper inside of her.
"Please," she begged softly, so close to orgasm.
"Mmm, please what?" Liam asked between long licks.
"I want to cum—I'm so close!" she said in a raspy voice.
"Cum on my tongue," Liam said as he pistoned his fingers inside of her quicker, driving them deep into her as he licked her pussy from top to bottom. "I want to taste you. I want to swallow every drop while your husband watches," he said in a sensual voice.
Brooke arched her back as she felt her orgasm rippling through her, every part of her tingling with pleasure—feeling like sparkling fire burned through her bloodstream. Her voice was louder and more intense, filling the room with her lusty groan. Her body tensed, toes curled, and her fingers tightened as the euphoric pleasure rolled through her in wave after glorious wave.
"Oh—oh god," she gasped. "That was amazing!"
She barely caught her breath as Liam positioned himself between her legs and thrust his beefy cock into her slick tunnel. It happened so quickly she hardly had time to recognize the fact that another man was intimately inside of her, a place that no other had ever been except for her husband.
Cole climbed to his knees beside her head and slipped a hand beneath her neck, holding her gently as he stroked his cock against her mouth. "Mmm, yeah, suck my cock like that," he said as she parted her lips and darted her tongue around it.
Brooke locked her gaze with Cole's as she widened her lips, taking more of his inches into her mouth. She made loud, slurping noises as she sucked and licked his dick.
Liam held her thighs as he thrust into her, bouncing her towards Cole. She could feel the head of his cock jutting against the back of her throat every time Liam thrust into her.
She was heady with desire, the world blurring around her as she concentrated on having two cocks—one in her mouth, the other pounding away at her pussy. It was a surreal experience, something she hadn't ever even imagined in fantasy. Two men taking her, using her for their own pleasure, while her husband stood in the doorway and merely watched.
Liam grunted as he thrust into her, the pace quickening. His magnificent, muscular body glistened with sweat as he stroked in and out of her. "Close," he said in between strokes.
Cole tightened his fingers into her hair, "I'm going to cum in your mouth and make you swallow every bit," he said between clenched teeth.
She moaned at his provocative words, the sound muffled around his cock.
Cole shot his load into the back of her throat and pumped his cock in between her lips, spurting the last remnants onto her tongue. "Fucking hell!"
Liam groaned a long, drawn out sound as he slammed into her pussy and came, his body shuddering as his thick, white cum filled her womb. He pulled out of her with a sigh of satisfaction, his cock still in a state of semi-hardness.
Zander exhaled a mouth full of smoke as he watched his wife being ravished by his friends, thinking she'd never looked more beautiful. Her skin glowed, shimmery with sweat. Her dark hair fanned out on the pillow around her. Diamonds sparkled around her wrists as she moved her hands. Her body—goddamn, her body was magnificent, toned in all the right places but soft with curves.
Though he had suggested, and even planned this ménage, he couldn't help but feel jealous as he heard her sweet, kittenish moans—elicited by someone other than himself. It took every ounce of self-control to push down his possessive, jealous desires, and allow her to seek experience and pleasure from others.
Granted, he kept a slither of control over the situation because he had handpicked the men, and had a firm chat with them before anything could take place between them and his wife. He trusted each implicitly, having employed them at his security firm for several years, and knew that they would immensely enjoy the privilege of fucking his wife, but it would not go beyond that. He would not tolerate anyone buzzing around her behind his back.
He clenched his jaw at the thought of someone trying to steal her away. He simply would not allow that to happen—he loved her far too much to lose her. She was everything to him.
As the pair of men switched positions on the bed, Zander stared at his wife's beautiful, young face. She gave a coy grin to Liam as he sunk his knees into the mattress beside her head and stroked his cock towards her parted, willing lips.
Zander's heated gaze swept across her body and watched as Cole wrapped his hands around her pale thighs and pushed her legs apart. Cole groaned as he sunk into her, balls deep.
'Another notch on her bedpost,' he thought with wry humor as Cole began a steady rhythm of thrusting into her sweet pussy.
Zander flicked his gaze back to her face, watching as her cheeks puffed with Liam's cock slipping in and out of her mouth. She used her fingers to stroke him, playing with his balls with the other.
He couldn't help but feel left out—despite that being the whole purpose of the evening. He'd be the dutiful husband and allow his wife to have everything she wanted, even if it was 'more experience' that she craved.
His cock throbbed with need, torturously aching with the heavy sensation of pent-up arousal. In that moment he wished he could push Cole out of the way and sink into her heavenly depths and cum until he was breathless—until his vision blacked. Fuck, he wanted her!
He snuffed out the remainder of his cigar as the trio worked themselves into a frenzy, their bodies moving in tandem, like a well-oiled machine. Liam came first, his orgasm causing him to shake violently as he pulled his cock from her lips and stroked it as he shot his gooey white cum across her chin, neck, and chest. Her nipples were saturated with Liam's milky white cum—her diamonds coated with
his seed.
Cole, no doubt fueled into his orgasm by watching Liam spurting all over Brooke, came seconds later. He jerked his cock out of her pussy and hunched forward as he came all over her belly, streaking her with ropes of creamy white cum.
"Alright, gentlemen, that is quite enough." Zander strode to the end of the bed and reached for his wife, scooping her up into his strong arms. "As sexy as you look with another man's cock in your mouth and cunt, it's not near as sexy as when you have mine, love." He winked at her mischievously, "I'll send for the car, love, and I'll try to wait until we get home before I ravish you myself."
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An excerpt from Temptation, Part One Cuckolded by my Hotwife
I could see my reflection from the mirror across the room, and I couldn't help but marvel at how calm I looked. Seductive, even. I wondered if Tate knew how nervous I really was, if he knew how my stomach felt fluttery and how weak-kneed I felt in that moment. And then I tried to imagine him there, watching me, knowing that another man was about to take me. I couldn't help but wonder if this was a one-time thing or the beginning of a new lifestyle. Would this satisfy Tate's curiosity? Or, would he want more? Would I?
A thousand things tumbled through my mind as Noah moved in closer to me and kissed my neck, his tongue warm and wet as it slithered down to my collar bone. I moaned from the wicked sensations. "Take off your dress," he commanded as he stepped away, giving me space.
Making sure that Tate would have a nice view, I twisted my body towards the camera and slowly peeled the expensive fabric from my body. I pulled it up over my head then threw it onto a chair nearby. Though my first instinct was to cross my arms and cover myself, I thought better of it, and struck an alluring post. I didn't want Tate to think I was having second thoughts.
"You are so fucking hot, Nina," Noah's voice was low and sexy. "It is too bad that your dick-less husband doesn't know how to please you," Noah came up behind me and tugged my bra off, then cupped my breasts between his large hands. He toyed with my nipples, pinching them until they were hard as pebbles, "But I do."
With a moan, I rested the back of my head against his chest. He stimulated my sensitive nipple with one hand, while the other leisurely slid down my stomach. His fingers grazed over the top of my garter belt.
I flicked my gaze to the mirror and watched as Noah lifted the weight of my breast into his hand, cupping it while he flicked his thumb across my tight nipple. It was an erotic sight and I almost felt as if I were watching another couple. Surely, this couldn't be really happening.
Noah parted my legs with his knee from behind, then slid his fingers into my warm, wet pussy, "Tell him. Tell him whose cock you want right now."
"Yours," I uttered the word breathlessly as my body trembled.
"Louder," He commanded as he rolled the pad of his thumb across my clit. Hot chills rippled through me and I felt like I was about to pass out from the overwhelming sense of pleasure.
"Yours!" I said the word louder. Obediently.
"And why do you want my cock?" he asked as he made sure Tate had a perfect view of his thick, black fingers impaling my pussy.
Why? Again, my thoughts were fragmented as I tried to focus. Why did I want him? Because of the show we were putting on for Tate? Because Tate wanted this for me? Because I wanted it for myself?
'Because my husband wants to be humiliated,' I thought. "Because..." I hesitated as I realized the truth. I knew that Tate started this, but I really did crave Noah sexually, and couldn't wait to feel his cock buried deep inside of me. I wanted to be fucked senseless by Noah, whether or not my husband was watching. I didn't care. In that moment, I just wanted Noah to take me as hard as possible.
"Tell me," he said loudly, then whispered, "Tell him what he wants to hear."
"Because it is so big and black, much bigger than my husbands." I said.
An excerpt from Temptation Part Two, Cuckolded by my Hotwife
"I'm going to suck his cock," I said in a gravelly, low voice, just before licking my lips.
"Yeah?" His thrusts were harder.
"Mmhmm. And then I'm going to sit on it. I'm going to ride him like an animal. Like a big black bull."
Tate grazed his teeth against my neck, "Oh, god."
"His big, black cock is going to be so deep in my pussy, deeper than you've ever been," I said as I ground my hips, forcing his cock to impale me deeper.
"You love his big cock huh?"
"Uh huh. He makes me feel so fucking good."
Tate slid his hand up my torso and grabbed my breast. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, twirling the tip of his tongue around my protruding bud. "Better than me?"
I closed my eyes and imagined Noah. His big, beautiful, dark cock pounding into my pussy, his hands traveling over my skin. It was Noah that I craved in that moment. I wanted Noah's fingers, lips, and cock pleasuring me from top to bottom.
"You're thinking about him..." He shoved his dick deeper into me, thrusting with all of his might.
"Yes..."
"Are you going to let him cum inside of you?"
"Yes."
"Oh, fuck!" Tate slammed into me and moaned a long, drawn out sound. I could feel the warmth of his cum filling me. "Oh, babe, you are so fucking amazing."
An excerpt from ApocaLips, part one (F/M/M menage)
Tingly molten heat pulsed between my legs. My lower belly clenched and I felt light-headed for a second. I could have them both? At the same time. Like before. Mmmm. Desire became a wild torrent of need, seizing my body. The memory of Reid with his cock buried into my pussy from behind while Jeff sucked on my nipples flashed through my mind. The sensations swirling through me intensified, the need heightened and I couldn't help myself. I wanted them. Both of them, at the same time.
My eyes locked onto Jeff, "Kiss me."
He crawled to where I was sitting and brushed his mouth across mine, flicking his tongue at the crease between my lips. He slid his tongue into my mouth as he lifted his hand to my hair, grasping my curls. His kiss was soft and tender; his tongue danced with mine, colliding and curling, licking and tasting.
I broke the scorching kiss and gulped in the night air, my heart racing with the possibility of what was about to happen. "Kiss me again," I commanded, heady with my new found power over them. As he leaned forward to claim my lips, I dropped my head back and offered him my slim white neck. "Here."
Jeff planted his lips against my skin and placed several small, exploring kisses near the hollow of my throat. The tip of his tongue danced across my flesh, leaving a trail of wet marks across my delicate skin. I rolled my head to the side and locked eyes with Reid. "Lower," I whispered to Jeff while never taking my eyes off of Reid.
An excerpt from ApocaLips, part two
He knelt in front of me and yanked my jeans and panties to mid-thigh, and then buried his head against my pussy. He pulled apart my fleshy folds and darted his tongue into my pink wetness. He devoured every inch of my pussy, relentlessly licking from top to bottom. His stubble grazed against my tender skin as he ravished every part of me with his tongue.
I was glad my parents were not home because there is no way I could have been quiet. I moaned loudly with abandon, groaning every time I'd feel his tongue circle around my clit. He kept me guessing where he would lick next, keeping my anticipation stretched to the brim. "Brady! Oh god, oh god, oh god!"
His nose rubbed against my clit as he probed his tongue against my slick, wet entrance. My juices smeared across his face as he stretched his lips wide, taking as much of me into his mouth as possible. I tried to push his head away because it was too much. Too pleasurable. Too intense. I was on the brink of orgasm, lost in an euphoria of pleasure.
An excerpt from ApocaLips 3
"Ian please," I begged with a whimper. "Give it to me." My hands roamed his back and cupped his bottom, pulling
him deeper into my wet hole. "Harder."
"Fucking hell," he grunted as his mouth clamped onto mine. He wrapped his hands around my wrists and forced them above my head as he pulled out and thrust forcefully into my tight cunt. "You don't know what you're asking for."
My eyes widened with shock and wonder. It felt delicious. I groaned my delight at the rougher movement, and he thrust in again with such force I thought I'd lose my breath. I made these gaspy, throaty sounds upon each thrust. It was the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain, and I thought I'd die from the euphoria. "Omigod Ian!" I yelled.
"Is this how you want it?" he asked in a gravelly voice as he pounded against me. I could hear his balls slapping against me and the bed squeaked obnoxiously loud.
"Yes!" My whole body was trembling. My nails dug into his hands. Perspiration covered our bodies and made each movement that much more enjoyable. The slick feeling of his hard chest and sinewy thighs rubbing against me sparked a fire deep in my belly. It intensified and bloomed into something deliciously unbearable. "More," I pleaded mindlessly as he ravaged me. "More. Omigod more, Ian!"
His hands tightened around my wrists as his hips slammed into mine. The full weight of his body colliding with my own almost made me lose my breath. I gasped as pleasure coiled inside of me, tight and taut, demanding to be released. "Oh Ian, I..." I didn't even know what I wanted to say. And at that moment, I lost all train of thought as the coiled ball of pleasure exploded. A thousand pieces of bliss rained, cascading through my blood and flooding my senses. My body shuddered while my pussy clenched and convulsed around his cock.
Excerpt from Illicit Affection (M/M/F menage, Hotwife)
"Lydia wants you," Rogan repeated with such certainty that I wondered if he could somehow read my mind. My body trembled at the thought. Somehow, along the way, I had become undeniably attracted to Jude, but tried to push the traitorous thoughts to the back of my mind. He was Rogan's friend, and now mine. How could I let myself think of him in any other fashion?
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