by Marla Monroe
“Bend over on Kyle’s chest, then. Let me prepare you.” He slid off the bed and retrieved some lube from the bedside table before moving around behind her.
He surprised her by licking around her pussy where Kyle’s dick was to her back hole. He tongued it then drew back. A drop of cold lube hit her ass just above her dark rosette. He rubbed the lube around it then pressed a finger into her. She pushed out and felt it move through the ring before stopping to give her time to adjust. Then he moved it in and out of her back hole over and over again. When she started pushing back on him, he added a second finger. This stung a little, but not much, and she was soon pushing back against it as well. When he added the third finger she had to pant through the pinch. He stopped and let her adjust, then slowly began pumping them in and out of her.
“I think you’re ready now. Remember to relax and push back against my dick.” West pulled his fingers out then replaced them with the head of his cock.
As he pushed forward, Brandy pressed back against the massive head. The burn was almost too much, but finally, his cockhead popped through the ring, and he lodged deep inside of her. She drew in a deep breath and waited for him to begin moving in and out of her. Her cunt was beginning to itch for more movement.
“I can’t stand it. Move, West,” she finally demanded.
“Are you sure you’re ready?”
“Yes! Move!” Brandy was about to go crazy. She needed them to move. Her pussy was burning.
They slowly began their dance of one pushing in while the other pulled out, and vice versa. They impaled her on each cock over and over. Her cunt began to shiver as pressure built up inside of her. Fire burned her as it coursed through her veins. She could feel every slide and glide on all the nerve endings in her cunt and ass. The rasp of their thick cocks over the skin between her ass and pussy had her bucking soon. She needed them to speed up.
“Faster. You have to go faster. I need more.”
“Fuck, I’m not going to last as it is, baby,” Kyle told her.
“I don’t care. I need more.” She slid her fingers between them and pressed on her pussy in rhythm with their movements.
They sped up and were soon pounding into her. As Kyle lost his rhythm, she squeezed her cunt muscles and pinched her clit and exploded around her men. She heard Kyle curse and felt the pulse of his cum inside her. Not long after, West filled her ass full of his cum. She couldn’t stand the dual sensations, and climaxed again even harder. It took her breath away. She gasped for breath even as the men collapsed around her. West rolled to the side and Kyle wrapped his arms around her, but rolled over so that they were both on their sides.
“Brandy, are you okay, baby? Did we hurt you?” Kyle asked, concerned when she lay there still and panting.
“In–a–minute,” she finally managed to get out.
West chuckled. “I think we actually left her speechless.”
“As long as we didn’t hurt her.” He watched her closely.
Finally, she felt like she could draw in a deep breath without it being an act of Congress to manage.
“I’m fine. Just took all my breath away from me. That was wonderful. I want to do it again.” She smiled at their groans.
“In a little while, baby. I’m worn out.” West crawled off the bed and walked into the bathroom.
He returned a few seconds later with a warm, wet bath cloth and cleaned her up. Then he helped her off of Kyle’s softened cock and cleaned her up there as well with another cloth. She felt so cared for. They were always doing such sweet things to her and for her. She snuggled up against Kyle and sighed in contentment when West made it back to bed and pinned her between him and Kyle.
“Are we forgiven for not making love to you until now?” Kyle asked.
“I guess. I think you waited too long, but I’m happy right now.” She smiled at the shake of Kyle’s head.
“You’re terrible. You were hurt. You still have bruises on your side. There was no way we were going to fuck you and make it worse. Get over it, baby.”
“Hmm, I will. I’m too busy thinking about the next time.”
“We have all the time in the world, Brandy,” West reminded her.
“We’re going to be taking this sweet body in every way possible as often as possible for the rest of your life.” West squeezed her from behind and kissed her neck before nibbling at her shoulder.
“I’m holding you to that,” Brandy told them.
“See, bikers aren’t all bad,” Kyle pointed out.
“Oh, I don’t know about that. You two are pretty bad. Bad to the bone. But you’re my bikers.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Marla Monroe lives in the southern part of the United States. She writes sexy romance from the heart and often puts a twist of suspense in her books. She is a nurse and works in a busy hospital, but finds plenty of time to follow her two passions, reading and writing. You can find her in a book store or a library at any given time when she’s not at work or writing. Marla would love for you to visit her at her blog at themarlamonroe.blogspot.com and leave a comment or email her at the [email protected].
Also by Marla Monroe
Ménage Everlasting: Men of the Border Lands 1: Belonging to Them
Ménage Everlasting: Men of the Border Lands 2: A Home with Them
Ménage Everlasting: Men of the Border Lands 3:
Their Border Lands Temptress
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