by Daphne Dawn
Carter presses his whole body atop mine and slams deep into my ass. His lips are on my ear. "You like getting fucked in every hole, don't you, Stacy?"
"Yes, fuck," I moan. I roll my hips and match Carter's thrusts. I’m so perfectly in love with all three of my men and the way that me fuck me. I’ve never felt this way before…they complete me.
Carter’s hands wrap around my neck, just enough to make me feel even more aroused and not really cutting off my air. "You look so fucking hot getting it in every hole from me and my brothers. But now I'm going to fuck your ass and really show you. Your ours now." Carter kisses my cheek. "You belong to us."
Somehow even with all this possessiveness, it seems so tender, and I'm fluttering around him, another orgasm shooting through me.
"I belong to you all," I whimper while I come.
A puddle circles around my pussy on the bed. There was plenty of cum before, but this is all me blooming.
I'm coming so hard and so much because these three are the hottest fucking men there are.
Carter’s hands drop down to my hips and he pulls me to him, tighter, pumping harder, and he's speeding up inside me.
I know that he's tantalizing me.
He's going to come, but Carter is making me come much more before he's done. I'm quaking around him and my clit is getting pressed just right, the pressure of his movement hitting me so good I could scream. But I'm panting, sweating, shaking, and moaning his name.
"That's right." Carter growls out, slamming his cock into my ass even harder. I'm screaming out his name now and I'm shaking. I don't know where one orgasm ends and another begins.
I'm falling apart like shattered glass, every second he fucks me exploding my pleasure more than I knew it could.
Carter slaps my ass and I'm shaking more, trembling, the sensation all having me so sensitive that I just keep drenching the bed I'm coming so hard.
"Yeah, come for me, Stacy." His hands slap the same spot again and again on my ass and it makes me blaze with ecstasy, every sensation just heightening my pleasure. "Make that cock yours. This ass is perfect."
That turns me on even more. I want that cock to be mine. I want to feel every bit of the orgasm I know he's going to have because he's in my ass fucking me.
God, he makes me so fucking hot. I squeeze around him, moaning with the rippling intensity of sensation that curls my toes, hoping he's just as addicted to me.
Then, suddenly, I finally feel his cock throbbing hard against my inner walls. Next thing I know he’s spurting all his load inside of my ass, filling me up to the brim. I feel dripping out of me, and I remain in place until he’s finished.
“I fucking love you…all of you,” I manage to say as I crash on top of the mattress.
“I love you too,” they all say in one voice, and then they share a laugh over it. It’s a generous laugh, easygoing and carefree.
Now that the Percy nightmare is over, we’re finally free to…become happy.
And happiness won’t be hard now – not with these three men by my side.
Chapter 37
Stacy
Life is perfect. I can't help but be happy. How could I not be? I’m free from the wrath of Percy, and I have total devotion from all three brothers—Carter, Kieran, and Nolan have all been so good to me. None of them hold me responsible for anything. All of us were targets in the little game of chess Percy was playing. He lied to cover his ass with every last one of us.
The house is now free from the destruction that followed this man, and even better, all the fences are mended between the brothers. I know that I’ll do everything I can to make sure it stays this way. I think Nolan was the one hurt the worst. When Percy held the gambling debt over his head, he couldn't be himself. It was impossible for trust to exist between the three of them.
To celebrate all the changes that have come about and the amazing future that awaits us, I plan a dinner for the four of us. It will be a celebration that no one will ever forget.
I spend the day with the kitchen staff going over the perfect menu for this evening. I've decided it should be something extraordinary. A night we’ll never forget.
The chef suggests a roast turkey with all the trimmings, and for dessert, a peach cobbler. My mouth waters thinking about it. We have so much to celebrate now.
Dressing for dinner, I choose a silk black dress and heels. Of course, I know that all three of them will want to rip this off me the moment they see it, but I hope to make it through dinner at least.
I press a button on my phone and say, "Boys, dinner in fifteen minutes. The chef said don't be late. She's cooked your favorite dinner." The message is delivered to our group text.
When I make my way downstairs, the table in the dining room is already set. The place settings are adorned with the finest china, the glasses filled with a vintage wine picked from the massive wine cellar. A small rectangle box sits on each salad plate. That’s my addition to the meal.
I take a seat at the table before they all arrive. I'm incredibly nervous right now. What if they say I have to leave? You know, like Barbara did? I’d be devastated, but I know in my heart that will never happen. Too much has happened between us for me to be forced out of the house.
The first one to enter is Carter. He looks perfedt in a black pair of slacks, a white turtleneck, and a simple pair of black Italian leather shoes.
"Wow, Stacy. You look amazing. I like that smile on your face."
He kisses my cheek before taking the seat next to me.
Next is Kieran. He’s wearing a warm grey suit, the tie a russet red. I can't believe how handsome he looks tonight.
"Stacy, you went to a lot of trouble tonight. I guess we’ll have to show you how much we appreciate that later."
His eyebrows wiggle suggestively as Nolan walks in dressed casually in jeans and a sweater.
"Hey, stop flirting with my girl."
Everyone laughs at this point. We all know that I am all of theirs now.
After Nolan takes a seat, they all notice the boxes on the table. Carter picks up his, shaking it. Nolan does the same.
"Hey, stop it. You'll spoil the surprise."
All of them look a little confused about the boxes. I’m scared, but I think I’ll get nothing but approval from them all.
"So, we all know that I was never married to Percy, and he lied about everything."
Nodding their heads, I can tell they’re being typical boys. The boxes are driving them crazy.
"My father is safe now, and the threat is over. I have a little surprise for you all, though. Well, it's for me too. How about you open the boxes?"
Chewing my bottom lip, I watch as they rip open the ribbons, pull the lids off, and stop everything. Each box contained a positive pregnancy test. I found out earlier today that I’m pregnant.
"Whoa, what does this mean?"
"Wait, you're pregnant?"
"Which one of us is the Father?"
All of them speak at once. But I can only answer two of them.
"I am pregnant, but as for the father, I don't know. And I don’t want to know. I adore all of you, and I feel like we’re all in this together. I want you all to be the father of this child."
I beam with pride as they all jump from their chairs and come over to hug me. One by one, each of the brothers kiss my lips, hugging the mother of their child.
"We don't want to know either,” Carter says. “We can all live here and raise the child together."
"Wow, I'm going to be a dad. That’s fucking awesome!" Kieren adds.
"This is perfect. We all got the best part of this deal. We got you, Stacy." Nolan gives me a tender smile.
Emotional tears run down my cheeks. I’m thrilled about this. I've always wanted a child, but now it’s even better than I imagined it would be because I’m ensured that my baby will have the best life possible.
"So, I was thinking. Since Percy’s gone, can I redecorate that room for the baby? It seems logical since it's t
he room that’s between us all?"
"Of course. Just tell us what you need, but don't you touch a thing. We can hire someone to come in and do all the work for you."
"I agree, I don't want you taking any chances with our child inside of you."
"We can still fuck, right? That won't hurt the baby?"
The entire room erupts in laughter as I ensure them the child will be just fine.
After a fantastic meal, the four of us end up in what will soon become the playroom. Tossing the picture of Percy off the wall, his office is now the place that we’ll share all our dirty little secrets. Though now, there’s nothing dirty about it. We aren’t hiding anymore. We get to live our lives together and raise our child. That’s a better life than I ever could have imagined. And it’s my life now.
Double Dealing
Two billionaire bosses. One willing secretary.
You might as well just leave a message...
Two gorgeous bosses eye me up as I walk in.
I feel them peel my clothes away with their hungry eyes
They're imagining what I'll be like under their desk.
And it's only my first day.
But they take things one step further than I thought.
They bet each other on who can bed me first.
All of a sudden, they've started to train me.
So now, when they tell me to bend over, I obey
They tease me till I whimper.
They please me till I quiver.
I can't decide who to have first.
But I do know this.
Who wins when two gorgeous alpha males bet on who gets you first?
I do.
Kevin
We are at The Exchange in Minneapolis, and it is busier than usual. There are some nights where everyone wants to let their hair down, and apparently, this is one of them.
Scot and I sit on the upright beige stools at the bar, sipping whiskey and checking out the talent. Scantily clad women shimmy around, waiting for guys to ogle them, and we are more than happy to oblige.
There’s nothing more beautiful than a sexy woman. Sure, okay – some men don’t know how to appreciate the fine things in life, but that’s not a description you can apply to me. I love the fine things in life, especially when their shape is a feminine one.
The Exchange is the kind of place I like to go to wind down. It’s an upscale place with classy décor and people that get drunk enough to have fun, but not so drunk they get trashy. Music thumps over the speakers, loud enough on the dancefloor to keep the writhing bodies happy, but far enough away from the bar so that Scott and I can talk comfortably.
“How’s your search for a new secretary going?” Scott asks.
I sip the last of my whiskey and wave to the bartender so he can get me a refill. I’m on my third glass and finally starting to buzz.
The problem with drinking more often is how tolerant you become, but I have the time and money to get myself properly lubricated tonight.
“I found someone,” I say.
“Yeah? Hot?”
I nod. “Fucking hot. She’s a full ten.”
“That doesn’t exist,” Scott says.
“You haven’t seen this one.”
There aren’t a lot of women as hot as Carly Brown. I’d spent the week interviewing one woman after the other, looking for a personal assistant. They’d been mostly good looking in one way or another and more than capable of doing the job, but I hadn’t felt that connection I believe in when I hire someone to work with me on a full-time basis.
When Carly walked into my office, I’d known before going over her qualifications with her that she was the one. She was banging hot, with curves that made my mouth water and plump, kissable lips.
Of course, her ability to assist me is really what I should be after, but if a woman walks into your office looking like a wet dream, you seriously consider hiring her. It was a total bonus that Carly has all the credentials I need.
More than just that, she was overqualified. I should feel bad about it, but I’ve never been happier about the market pushing a smart young woman inside my office.
“When is she starting?” Scott asks.
“Monday.” My whiskey refill arrives, and I sip it. The more I drink of the stuff, the better it tastes. I never really like whiskey when I start out, but by the end of the night, I always love it.
“So, I’m going to see her around, then?” Scott asks.
“For sure,” I say. “You’ll see what I mean. Seriously, I would take her.”
Scott chuckles and sips his own whiskey. His dark hair flops into his face, and his green eyes are hungry as he looks women up and down like he is trying to picture them naked.
We work together. Scott is involved in my HR department, and thanks to him, a lot of things go right with Raven Publishers. My publishing company is doing well enough for investors to get on board and a lot of it has to do with Scott.
Of course, the board has been acting rather mutinous as of late, but that has nothing to do with him. Hell, without him they’d just mutiny and chop my head off. Figuratively speaking.
But Scott’s more than just my HR man. He is my best friend and my wingman since college. We had the same interests from the start: sports, alcohol, and women. The latter, we talk about shamelessly. When we come across a hot piece of ass, we are more than willing to share.
It sounds bad, but hey, what are best friends for?
“Does she look like the type that will let you fuck her?” Scott asks.
I nod. “I can’t tell for sure. You know how uptight some of them are, but I think so. She caught me staring at her tits, and she arched her back instead of blushing.”
Scott nods. “You know I’m gunning for her too, right?” he asks.
I laugh. “Not if I get there first. But when has that ever stopped you?”
Scott shrugs. “It’s my genetic makeup, man. I can’t help it,” he says, flashing me a grin. “But I read her files. What the hell is she doing as a secretary?”
“Who knows?” I reply, and now’s my turn to shrug. “Stanford, graduated magna cum laude…She should be aiming for VP, not secretary. But, hey, it’s not like I’m complaining.”
“Yeah, VP,” Scott snorts. “Like the board would ever go for something like that. These old bastards are just looking to set their nieces up for life.”
“You think I can’t work around these guys?”
“Not to brag, but I could whip them into submission easily,” he laughs at me, and I realize what’s about to happen.
We’re about to make a bet.
“No fucking way. I’m not betting on something I’m going to win. It’s like taking candy from a baby.”
“Scared?”
“Yeah, scared,” I roll my eyes. “I’m terrified, Scott, can’t you see it?” I laugh, showing him my hand and make it twitch as if I’m having a nervous breaking. “If you want to bet, let’s bet. I’ll make a VP out of her.”
Scott laughs. “We’ll see who gets that done first. Challenge accepted,” he says. He looks around at the people walking around us. We both stare at the same pair of legs and rolling hips that passes us before Scott turns his attention back to me.
Bets – it’s been like this ever since college. It didn’t matter what the subject was; if we could bet on it, we would. Especially if the subject matter was an outrageous one.
We once bet that we could make a vegan eat a steak. By the time we were finished, our poor victim went through a four-course meal of the finest meats New York has to offer.
Once, I made Scott stroll inside a courthouse and present himself as the lawyer while the court was in session. That earned him an overnight stay on a comfortable prison cell, but he won that bet.
So far, I’d say we’re fifty-fifty. What can I say? You can’t win them all.
But turning a secretary into a Vice-President, and having the board agree to it? Now that’s something. Sure, I’m the CEO – but it’s not lik
e I’m the Louis XIV of the publishing world. A CEO has to show his reports, after all, even if that means bowing down a board full of assholes.
Secretary to VP…I’ll have to put her to work fast.
I just can’t decide – should I make her focus on all the paperwork, or on my dick? Ah, whoever said being a CEO is an easy job had no idea what they were talking about. Tough choices all around.
Besides, what makes it so interesting is the fact that Scott wants her as well. So, really, this isn’t just a bet – this is a competition.
I shift in my seat, imagining Carly sandwiched between us with both our dicks buried inside her. Scott and I have fucked in the same room before, but never the same girl. I wonder if that would be the way to go – a friendly draw.
“Let’s try it then. We’ll see who makes a VP out of her.” I smile, looking down at my whisky, and then add, “and we’ll see who makes her moan the loudest.” I want to give it a shot, though. God, thinking of Carly naked, her mouth and her pussy occupied by a dick, her long dark hair falling over my chest or my hands on her ass. I shift, trying to get comfortable around the erection in my pants.
“You’re on,” Scott says. He throws back the last of his whiskey and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “One dollar?”
“One dollar it is,” I reply with a laugh, taking his hand in mine and shaking it. It’s not about the money with us. It’s about who gets to beat the other. It’s about bragging rights.
Another woman comes past, and she wears a dress so short it is more like a belt. She is more drunk than sexy, falling over her own heels. She has a drink in her hand, and it is more than half full.
Alcohol is great in moderation–just enough to drop your inhibitions can make for a fantastic night–but there is a limit, and after that, it is easier just to walk away.
In this case, drunk-and-weaving heads toward us. Scott glances at me. Neither of us are in the business of taking advantage of women. Do I love sex? You bet I do. But this drunk needs a greasy meal and a warm bed to sleep it off.
