Fucking bastard. He knows he has me right where he wants me, but I'm over it. All I care about now is comforting Stacy, the poor girl. I want to take her out of here.
Instead, I say, "Percy, just fucking leave. You have what you want. You've tormented her enough. Now get the fuck out."
"You better watch it, Nolan, or I promise you that our little deal will be over. All it takes is one phone call from me to end your life."
"Shut the fuck up!" I'm in his face now and he cowers, but continues to hurl insults at Stacy.
"She's a whore! She's already fucked every man walking around this place. How could you ever want a trash like that? You know, I'm almost sorry I married her."
I shove him out of the room and lock the doors. I hear him telling me again that I better be careful. He's probably right—I do need to watch my step because I know he won't hesitate to pull my funding. I'll be in deeper debt with guys in Vegas, and they’re the last people you want to owe anything to.
But Stacy is all I want to think about now. Not my debt. Not the blackmail. Certainly not fucking Percy.
I want to help her and taste her and fuck her. I'll help her forget this nightmare. Hell, she’ll help me forget it too.
Stacy
I stare at the wood-paneled walls and ceiling through my teary eyes. I can't stop crying. I've never had someone yell at me like that and be so vicious.
The things Percy said shouldn’t have affected me—normally I'm strong, but he just knows how to use his tongue as a weapon. I’m doubting myself because of what he said.
But more than that, I feel upset because he made me feel like my family isn’t safe.
Nolan is holding me, caressing my hair. At least there’s that.
He's basically the one who saved me from Percy's wrath. God, what the fuck is wrong with that man? I don't know why Percy cares who I sleep with, as long as I go along with his stupid plan. It’s not like anyone here believes I’m actually pregnant.
But he's got me under his thumb, I have no choice in the matter. You’d think the least he could do is be nice to me and pretend like he cares about me as his wife. But what am I talking about? I know Percy, and he’d never do that. It’s almost as if he doesn’t care if people see through our fake relationship.
He doesn’t care about what happens to me. We’ll be exposed, and if that happens then who knows what will happen to the people I love? Is that what he wants? An excuse to follow through on his threats?
God, I hate Percy for this. This whole thing is ridiculous, a sham. I'm not sure how much longer Percy can hold onto the charade because things seem to be disintegrating into chaos inside this house.
Nolan holds my face in his large hands.
"Why was Percy so angry? Why was he saying all those things?"
I look at Nolan and take in his chiseled features. He’s really gorgeous but beyond that, I admire him because he came to my rescue. I can see a really good guy in there. I feel like maybe I can trust him.
I still have to keep my arrangement with Percy a secret, but I feel like I need to disclose to Nolan what's happened here, and it's not going to be easy.
I bite my lip and take a deep breath before diving in.
"The thing is, I slept with both your brothers,” I manage to say, my heart tightening into a fist the moment the words roll out from between my lips.
“First Carter, and then Kieran. That's why Percy was slut-shaming me." I finish, and then I almost regret it—what if Nolan shames me as well? What if he thinks just as badly of me as Percy?
I don’t know if I can handle that. Because even though he’s the brother I know the least, I still can’t stop this need I feel to get to know him. And to know what it feels like to have him inside of me.
Nolan peers at me as if he's trying to see straight through to my soul. I wonder what he's thinking and if I’ve upset him. I’m afraid of his reaction because, despite my relationship with his two brothers, I want Nolan. I don’t care if that makes me selfish. It’s what I want.
He's solemn now, and I know he's thinking about what to say.
"So, you slept with them?"
"I did."
"Okay,” he breathes out, a small smile on his lips. “That's good to know."
I hug his neck but resist the urge to plant soft kisses along it. I see his lips and want to kiss them, to taste him.
Still, I resist.
I don’t know what he thinks and where we stand. Does he even want to fuck me? Does he think of me in the same way I think of him? Ever since I laid eyes on him, I've imagined how it would be to have him inside of me.
Any woman who sees Nolan probably thinks that way. Maybe I'm just part of the mix.
Though my body is lusting for Nolan, my feelings are still hurt by Percy. His words cut into me like a knife. No one ever wants to be slut-shamed, least of all me.
I’m confident in myself and in my sexuality. I have nothing to hide. And I won’t be berated for being who I am.
It's not my fault that Percy's brothers turned out to be insanely hot.
And besides, I don't know why Percy even cares. I told him that I’m going to do whatever I want—he’s gay anyway, so why does he even care? But that still really pissed him off for some reason.
The memory of what he said to me makes me shudder in Nolan's arms. Percy threatened my family and told me that I’d better stay in line or he would destroy everything. If I don't follow through my commitment to him we could lose our family home, the business, everything.
Normally I would tell a guy like Percy off, but with so much at stake, I have to keep my anger at bay. I have to stuff it all down and hide how I really feel.
Having Nolan to lean on is definitely helping, though. The feel of his strong arms around me makes me feel like maybe it will all be okay. At least I can find solace here with him in this moment.
"Nolan, thank you for what you did."
The tears start to stream down my face again as I recall the awful moment Percy threatened my dad. Nolan doesn't fully understand why I'm crying, but he just comes closer, wiping away the tears before they can fully escape.
"I'm here, Stacy,” he tells me in a soft whisper. “Despite appearances, you can trust me. I want you to trust me."
Our connection can't be denied.
We both feel it.
I want to be even closer to Nolan. I know I probably shouldn't go there. Fucking three guys who are brothers, is something I've never done…but how I am supposed to choose when they're equally handsome and when I feel something real for each of them?
Nolan’s the only one I haven't had, and I want to trust him, just like he’s asking me to. I'm also dying to unzip his jeans and go down on him right here. I want to see his package and know for myself what the third brother tastes like.
I want to suck and lick his cock right here in the dining room, just so I can thank him for coming to the rescue.
How am I supposed to fight against lust like this?
It’s impossible. So I don’t.
Nolan
Let’s get this party started.
Grabbing her, I lay her down on the mattress and climb on top of her. I start rubbing my thick tip over her wet pussy, teasing her endlessly, and she buries her fingernails on my back as I do it.
“Fuck me…fuck me now” she tells me, completely unable to enduring any more of my teasing.
I stop teasing her at once and then, with one quick movement of my hips, I push my cock past her inner lips and deep into her pussy. The moment she feels my thickness straining against her inner walls she just screams, doing it so loud that I’m sure her throat is starting to hurt from the effort.
Driving my cock deep inside of her, I only stop when all of my inches are buried inside her pussy. I hold it there for a few seconds, and then I start pulling it back – but only so I can thrust again. I do it over and over again, pistoning into her.
“Oh, God,” she moans, dragging her fingernails across my shoulder bla
des so hard, she might draw blood. I don´t care, this only makes me fuck her even harder.
Placing one hand on her chest, I push her back and force her to lay down on the mattress. She raises her feet up, placing them on the edge of the bed. With my hands on the back of her knees, I keep her in place while I ram my cock deep into her.
She asks me to go harder, as the wet sound of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy is driving me completely mad.
I keep on fucking her until I feel her pussy squeezing my cock hard, and then she just moans against my ear as she comes.
I actually have to take a deep breath to stop myself from coming.
“More!” she moans through her gritted teeth, and I’m happy to oblige. I lay down on the bed and make her climb on top of me. Without a moment’s hesitation, she grabs my cock and slides it inside her pussy.
With my hands cupping her ass, I make her bounce up and down on my cock, my biceps glistening with sweat as I hold her.
She rocks her hips back and forth too, relishing the feeling of my cock rolling over her folds and piercing her with the fury of an exploding star. Bucking her hips harder and harder, both her hands running through my hair and disheveling it.
She lets her legs ease up their hold, and she moves them slightly lower, right over my ass. Still with my cock in her, she goes down to her knees and claws at my pectorals, pushing me down to the ground.
With a wild passion, she grabs my hands and brings them to her tits. She’s bucking her hips furiously while never allowing my cock to slide more than an inch out of her pussy.
Stacy craves me the way that I crave her and it is like fucking magic.
She throws her head back and closes her eyes, savoring the moment while I squeeze hard on her nipples. Taking a deep breath, she leans into me, long locks of hair falling down her shoulders, and I raise my head towards her.
She lowers herself even more, allowing me to wrap my lips around one aching nipple of hers.
I groan between my thrusts, reaching for her breasts and squeezing them eagerly. I pinch both of her hard nipples at the same time, holding them between my thumbs and index fingers. I intensify the pressure until she simply can’t bear it any longer.
Throwing her head back, she then arches her body and lets ecstasy climb up her spine as she comes.
“Oh, fuck…this was…amazing,” she tells me through moans, propping herself up on her elbows as I slow down. By the time I stop completely, my hair is plastered to my forehead, and thick beads of sweat are dripping down my face.
And, my favorite part, there’s a grin of pure delight on her lips. Yes, she loves how we fuck as much as I do. I’m getting addicted.
But I’m not done yet. I pull my cock out of her pussy and take one step back. Grabbing her by the hand, I pull her up to her feet and then, moving fast, I grab her by the hips and force her to turn around.
Pushing her toward the small desk on the corner of the bedroom, I lay one forearm across her lower back and force her to bend over.
With my shaft between her ass cheeks, she starts swaying her hips, rubbing her ass against my cock, and she only stops when I hold me firmly. Grabbing my thickness, I push it down. She tremble slightly as she feels the the tip of my cock sliding down her ass crack before finally resting against her aching pussy.
I simply thrust, hammering all oh my length inside of her again. Pressing her forehead against the table of the desk, she lets out another scream, this one as loud as the one before.
I continue, slamming my hard cock inside her pussy to the hilt. I do it so fiercely that another scream erupts from her mouth; and then I do it again, each time I thrust, forcing a scream to climb up her throat. She remains there, bent over, as I fuck her mercilessly, my cock flying in and out of her so fast I can barely process it.
“I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” she starts to say, her words coming out of her mouth like a quivering mess. She doesn’t get to finish her sentence, not that she needs to.
We both know what’s coming.
Even though Stacy’s coming her brains out right now, I just keep on thrusting. I keep on doing it for God knows how long.
Before she knows it, another orgasm explodes inside her, completely overshadowing the one before it. Her eyes roll in their orbits as she simply collapses on top of the desk as I slow down my rhythm.
She moans slightly as I pull my cock out of her, each inch that slides off my pussy making her tremble in place. Pressing her hands against the desk, she forces herself up to her feet and then turn around to face me. Her legs are still weak, though, and she finds herself on the verge of stumbling to the ground.
Instead of fighting the way her legs seem to be quivering, she lets herself go down on her knees in front of me.
She looks up at me as she curls her fingers around my shaft. She leans in, parting her lips and taking the tip of my cock between them. Slowly, she rolls her lips down the length of my shaft until my cock is pressed tight against the back of her throat.
She starts bobbing her head back and forth as fast as she can, devouring my cock viciously. I rest my hand on the top of her head and, tangling my fingers on her hair.
I force her to hold still. Replacing the movement of her mouth, I start thrusting, fucking her little mouth with the same intensity I used on her pussy.
Stacy closes her eyes as I do it, tasting my shaft, and I feel my skin burning as my cock starts to throb hard against her tongue. My breathing become shallower by the second, and when I feel I’m close I pull her head back.
“Stop,” I breath out, pulling my cock out of her mouth. Grabbing her, I simply let go and throw her on top of the mattress. I follow after her, eager to ravage her sweet little pussy.
Massaging her ass cheeks, I slide one hand between her legs and rub my fingers from her clit to her ass. She pushes back against me, jutting her ass even more, and I respond by grabbing both her breasts hard, squeezing them against each other.
I play with her nipples by pressing them between my fingers, rubbing and pulling them.
With both of my hands on her hips, I close in on her, the tip of my cock once more right against her drenched folds.
“I could keep doing this forever,” I whisper and, as I finish the sentence, I simply ram my inches inside her pussy.
I could do this forever. Her pussy is so perfect.
But I don’t stop here. As I start to thrust, completely demolishing her pussy I spread her ass cheeks wide and then start caressing her crack.
When one of my fingers goes over her asshole, I then start pressing down on it, sliding my whole finger inside her. She gasps as I do it, but there’s more to come – using my free hand, I takes it around her waist and press down on her clit with two fingers.
When I feel her on the verge of another orgasm, I slide my fingers out of her and give her a break.
But not for long.
I grin at her and, grabbing her by the waist, make her go on all fours as I prepare myself for the final moments. I then start rubbing the tip of my cock up and down her crack, my heart beating fast.
She grits her teeth as I press my thickness against her asshole and she screams again as I start sliding it in. She starts pushing herself down as she feels the tip of my cock against her ass hole.
As my inches slide inside of her, slowly, she takes deep breaths. The moment I have my whole cock inside of her ass, she starts moving her hips carefully, allowing my shaft to slide in and out of her ass, and she does it until her insides have grown accustomed to my size.
Then she ups the ante, jumping up and down over my cock and allowing me to stretch her wide.
Soon enough she starts to go so fast she can’t keep going – I take the lead then, my fingers curling on her hips and pulling her in as I slam my cock hard, my thighs slapping her ass over and over again.
Adding to the symphony of flesh on flesh, I smack her ass cheeks with the back of my hand, the dry sound hitting our eardrums like a gunshot. I do it over and over
again, my long finger meeting her buttocks harshly.
“Fuck,” I groan, grabbing her waist. I drive all of my inches into her, as I am pounding her furiously, her body rocking back and forth with each coming and going motion I make.
“Don’t stop,” she moans.
Holding my breath, I take one hand around her waist and allow two fingers to fall down to her clit. Pressing down on it as I thrust, my cock working her tight ass in an almost feverish way, I start to feel her body tensing up. Her ass seems to close in even more around my cock, choking it viciously.
In a matter of seconds, my whole body tenses up, and my cock seems to become as hard as cement. Then, just a fraction of a second later, I start gushing my whole load into her ass.
We’re coming at the same time, and it feels as if bolts of lightning are exploding all over our naked bodies, electricity enveloping us both. And, with each spasm of my cock, that electric feeling seems to intensify more and more. Fuck, and I’m cumming so much that I can already feel my semen dripping out of her ass and down the length of my shaft, pooling around the base of my cock.
I exhale sharply and pull my cock out.
“That was so fucking good,” she whispers, looking me in the eyes.
Grinning, I grab Stacy’s hand and pull her toward me. I just lean into her and press my mouth against hers, shoving my tongue inside her mouth.
“Come,” I whisper, pulling back from the kiss.
I smile at her and grabbing her by the hand, I pull her up to her feet and then take her to the private bathroom inside her room. I turn the water on, and it doesn’t take long for the whole space around us to become blanketed in warm steam. Stepping under the running water, I pull her after me and hold her close.
This whole situation with Percy sure is a clusterfuck. But it’s all worth it if it means I can have a woman like this.
Stacy
I wake up in the early morning to the sound of the birds softly singing in the gardens below. I’d be totally happy here if it was just me and the brothers – minus Percy, obviously. This mansion is truly outfitted to stun and surprise, a true Garden of Eden.
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