by Sarah Bale
Jane’s stomach quivers as Natalie lowers. I keep eye contact with her while I thrust slow, and shallowly into Natalie. Jane scream out my name and holds Natalie’s head into place. Natalie’s own body shudders as she comes, but she never stops lapping at Jane’s pussy. Fucking beautiful.
When my stomach tightens and my balls feel heavy I pull out of Natalie.
“Jane, turn your head this way. You’re about to get a cream pie.”
Natalie lifts herself into a doggy-style position. Jane turns and slides her head toward Natalie’s pussy. When everyone is ready I slide back into Natalie and thrust until the bed is bouncing. Jane cups my balls and massages. It’s enough to send me over the edge.
I come, shooting hot spurts of come into Natalie. Her pussy clenches around me as she finds heaven again. I thrust until I’m done spilling my load inside of her.
“Get ready, Jane, you little slut.”
I pull out of Natalie and our combined juices flow into Jane’s open mouth. I watch as she holds onto Natalie’s thighs, lapping up every drop. Fuck. It’s erotic and sexy.
“That’s right, you filthy girl. Swallow our come. Maybe next time you’ll get pounded with my dick while Natalie eats the pie.”
Both girls moan.
Natalie looks over her shoulder at me and said, “Or Jane and I can do I sixty-nine style while you fuck me in the ass.”
God. Damn.
Yes!
“Fuck yes.”
Jane finally sits and grins up at me. “I knew you were the perfect guy. Sexy. Smart. And come that tastes so fucking good.”
The girls clean themselves up and get dressed. Natalie pulls out money, but I stop her.
“No. You’re not paying for this.”
She tries to protest, but I stop her.
“Girls, I have a confession. I’ve been waiting for you to approach me ever since that night. I haven’t needed to work at Bangers in a long time.”
Natalie’s face lights up. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that now that I’ve had you two I am ready to quit the game. And this isn’t a one-time deal, if you’ll have me.”
“You mean it? You want to be with us?”
I nod and Natalie throws herself into my arms. Jane joins us and kisses me.
“So what’s next?” Jane asks.
“I’m going to clear my locker out and tell the boss to fuck off.”
Natalie laughs. “And then?”
“Then we’re going to my house and I’m going to fuck Jane in my bed and then you in the shower. And then we can try the sixty-nine position.”
“And then the pool.” Jane sighs.
Natalie nips my lip. “Don’t forget about the kitchen counter.”
“Girls, let’s go home.”
I leave them by the front door, promising I’ll be back in a few moments. It’s true – I’ve been over this game for a long time. Now that I have my girls I don’t need Bangers.
I go backstage and tell the boss my news. Mario grins at me as I clean out my locker, giving me a thumbs-up. Someone calls my name on the main floor, but I ignore them with a smile on my face. Tonight is my last night at Bangers.
You might not understand me.
You might not like what I do.
But fuck you.
I get hard for one thing…
Actually… make that two women.
Epilogue
My girls look hot as hell in their matching red gowns. The wedding invitation said formal, but their curves make everything look sinful. Of course, I’m a little partial. Jane winks at me and Natalie turns, giving me the perfect view of her rounding stomach. I still can’t believe I’m going to be a dad again.
My daughter isn’t thrilled, but she’ll come around. I heard her telling the girls she was glad they made me happy – even if it was strange. And I am happy. My ex wife even said the girls must have worked a miracle to get me out of Bangers. Maybe they had.
Jane joins me, handing me a glass of champagne.
“Not drinking tonight?”
Her eyes are bright. “It wouldn’t be good for the baby.”
My heart leaps in my chest. “Are you… are you sure?”
She nods. Natalie joins us with a huge grin on her face.
“We always said we’d be pregnant at the same time.”
I put an arm around each of their waists. “I could die a happy man.”
Jane nibbles my neck. “Oh no. You can’t die on us yet, old man. We have so many things we still need to try.”
Natalie reaches down and rubs my cock through my black slacks. “We were reading about late-term pregnancy sex. The orgasms are supposed to be amazing.”
I’m already getting hard. I put my hand over Natalie’s and adjust myself. She applies pressure and I moan deep in my throat.
I’m about to suggest we sneak out and find an empty bathroom when Ridge and Emilee walk up. Emilee’s cheeks are flushed and Ridge’s hair is out of place. I grin. No one can resist wedding sex.
“Can’t believe that prick is getting married before me.”
Diesel beat him to the punch by two weeks. The rock on Emilee’s finger is massive and catches the light when she moves.
I stick out my hand. “Congratulations, man.”
Ridge shakes it. “Thanks.” He looks down at Emilee. “We’re both ready to start our lives together.”
They give each other a sappy look and I grin. I know the feeling well.
“How’s the new job?”
“I love it. Personal security is right up my alley and I’m getting so good cases thanks to former contacts at Bangers. How about you?”
I shrug. “Can’t complain here. Glad my investments paid off.”
Ridge glances at Jane and Natalie.
“I hear you’re going to be a father again?”
“Actually, I just found out both my girls are expecting.”
Ridge shakes his head and laughs. “The young girls always did have a thing for you. Congratulations.” He waits a beat. “I’ve got to ask… how do you make it work with two? I can barely handle one in the bedroom.”
Emilee swats him. “Ridge!”
I grin. “We have a schedule.”
Ridge’s eyes are wide as he ponders what this means. I slap him on the back. It’s the truth. We have a set schedule on which girl get the D that night. Sometimes, it’s both. Our biggest rule is that each girl is allowed one night a week with just me. Or sometimes just them. We are a unit, but we understand that it’s nice to have alone time and aren’t afraid to communicate our needs.
An usher announces the wedding is about to start. Diesel walks out in a tux and waves at us. When his bride-to-be, Heavenly, walks in his eyes fill with tears. She is stunning in a champagne colored dress. And damn if I don’t wipe my own eyes a time or two during the ceremony.
When it’s almost over, Natalie whispers into my ear, “Meet us in the bathroom. We’re horny.”
Who am I to argue with that?
They slip out a side door, holding hands. I wait a beat and follow. When I enter the bathroom Jane is between Natalie’s legs. I untie the top of Natalie’s dress, letting her tits spill out. They’re already bigger from the pregnancy and I latch onto one of the peaks. She cries out as she comes and I don’t care if people hear us.
Jane turns and unzips my pants. My cock springs out and Jane moans.
“You have the sexiest cock, Rod.”
“It’s all for you, baby.”
She stands, hiking her dress around her waist. I bend her over the sink and enter her in one thrust. I pound into her while Natalie reaches between Jane’s legs and rubs her clit. Jane’s orgasm is silent, but the powerful spasms make me erupt inside of her. I come so hard that drips onto the tiled floor as I continue to thrust. Finally, I pull out of her. Natalie kisses me and then I kiss Jane.
Natalie sighs. “Let’s get out of here, lovers. I want to try the new toy we got.”
“Did the vibrating strap-on come in?�
� Jane asks.
“Yes!”
They look at me and grin. My cock twitches.
“Let’s go home.”
Like I said… I get hard for two women and two women only.
The End.
Hard for the Money
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I get hard for one thing and one thing only.
Money.
My name is Ridge and I’ll rock your world… for a price.
When SHE walks into my club wearing a dress that barely covers her ass, all bets are off. She’s been the source of every hard-on I’ve had for a long time and now I’m going to do something about it.
I’m a one-night only type of man, but that’ll be enough to show her what she’s missed out on. And then I’ll finally get her off my mind.
Hard Lessons
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I get hard for one thing and one thing only.
Power.
My name is Diesel and I’ll rock your world… if you submit to me.
When SHE walks into my club giving me that look that’s driven me crazy since high school, all bets are off.
I never let a woman get the best of me and it’s time to show Ms. Bliss who is boss.
Also by Sarah Bale:
Virgin Wars
Wedding Wars ** Fall 2017**
The Contender (Wrestling Diaries #1)
The Rematch (Wrestling Diaries #2)
The Main Event (Wrestling Diaries #3)
Daisy and the Dead
Elijah and the Living
Daisy and the Lost Souls ** Winter 2017**
Hard for the Money (A Bangers Book #1)
Hard Lessons (A Bangers Book #2)
Hard to Handle (A Bangers Books #3)
Daisy and the Dead - Chapter One
I ran like hell when the first gunshot boomed through the air. Everyone around camp jumped. I wasn’t stupid- gunfire was never good. It would draw the attention of the hordes, then things would go from bad to dead. The others looked around stupidly, but I couldn’t help them, not when they wouldn’t listen to me. They didn’t even have the sense to grab their weapons from the makeshift tents.
I ducked under low tree branches, ignoring the sting as bark scraped into my skin. There were far worse things that could happen than that pain. Ahead, I saw a barn that was on the verge of collapsing. We’d checked it the other day for supplies and I knew all I’d find was a ladder leading to a loft. It might be safe to hide there until… well, until I knew what in the hell was going on. My short breaths were the only sound I could hear and I didn’t know if that was good or not.
Had whoever fired the gun killed everyone at camp? There would only be one way to know for sure. I’d have to go back and check. Eventually. Saving my own ass was priority one.
Reaching the barn I opened the red door and slipped inside. The sunlight filtered in so that I was able to find my way around. I coughed as the musky air assaulted my lungs. Thankfully the horse stalls had been cleaned out at one point, so the only scent was the decaying hay.
I climbed the wooden ladder that led to the loft. When I got to the top I tried pulling the ladder up, but it wouldn’t budge. Shit. If someone came in I’d have to try to kick it down. My mind raced. And then I’d have to either jump out of the large grain-window or wait for someone to get me. I’d cross that bridge when I got there.
Peering out the window I could see smoke coming from the direction of camp. That was not a good sign.
We’d stopped building fires when we discovered the hordes could smell them. If there was smoke then it was because someone else had set something on fire. My breath felt like it solidified in my throat. Would I ever catch a break? All I wanted was to find a way back to my family- my mom, my dad. But the universe seemed to have a different plan in mind because I kept running in to dead ends.
The barn door groaned as if someone or something pressed against it. I held my breath and lowered to my stomach so I couldn’t be seen. Had I been followed? A shadow fell in front of the little opening in the door and someone hit the wood. I flinched and waited. Friend or foe? That was always the question.
The shadow moved. No. A zombie moved.
I cringed, smelling the decayed flesh. I couldn’t ignore the wet snorting as it sniffed the air. Shit! It grew still and reached for the door.
I didn’t have a fucking weapon!
“I saw one go over here,” a voice called out.
The zombie continued to claw at the door, ignoring the voices. Gunfire rang out. Oh bad… this was so bad. Were they talking about the zombie or me?
“Head shot!” another voice called out. “Better check inside to see if there are supplies.”
“Boss isn’t going to be happy if we’re gone too long…”
“Bah. He’ll be fine if we bring goods back. That camp didn’t have shit.”
“And he’s definitely not going to be happy you killed everyone back there before he gave the okay.”
These men had killed everyone? My heart pounded against my ribcage. What about the children? Had they been slaughtered, too?
“Not my fault they were pussies. They didn’t even try to fight.”
Two shadows fell in front of the door and I made a decision. If they came inside they’d go up the ladder, just as we’d done. And I’d be dead. Using both feet I pushed until the ladder gave and fell to the ground with a thud.
“Did you hear that? Must be another biter inside. Come on.”
The door slid open as I scurried to the shadows, hoping they would hide me. Two men with guns drawn entered slowly, scanning the area. The first thing I noticed was their clothing. They were both dressed in blue jeans and white shirts that looked remarkably clean. And they weren’t covered in grime like most people were, including myself.
The taller man with red hair tapped the ladder with his boot. “No biter here. Must have just fallen down. We better go before the boss comes looking for us.”
The other man with a balding head looked up and I wondered if he could see me. I held my breath as if that might help conceal my presence.
“Think someone’s up there?”
Red shook his head. “Nah. Let’s go.”
He started to walk away when Baldy raised his gun and fired. I jumped as hay exploded in the air leaving a thick dust behind. Baldy fired a few more times, each getting closer. I eyed the window. I could run and jump…
“What in the fuck are you doing,” a deep voice with a slight draw asked.
Red and Baldy dropped to their knees as a third man entered the barn. The entire mood changed. Before they were cocky. Now they were terrified.
“Boss! We didn’t know you were here,” Baldy said. “We were checkin’ the-”
“I don’t give a fuck what your excuse is. Why are you wasting my bullets like that? Did I give you permission to shoot the air? Huh?”
Baldy’s voice cracked. “No, Boss. I’m sorry, Boss.”
The man turned to Red. “Did you find anything at the camp?”
“Only a few supplies, Boss.”
His presence commanded respect and I could see why Baldy was trembling like a scared dog.
“And what did you do to the people at the camp?”
Red glanced at Baldy, who swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing.
“Ah.” The man turned his attention back to Baldy. “Am I to assume you took it upon yourself again to take care of the situation?”
“Boss, I swear it’s not like that. They ran. I didn’t have a-”
The man moved quickly and sliced Baldy throat open with a knife. Baldy’s eyes were frantic as he grasped his gushing wound. His breaths gurgled and I closed my eyes knowing the wound had been fatal. There was one more gasp and then silence.
“I never liked that prick,” the man said. “Take care of him.”
Red pulled a knife from his boot and pushed it into Baldy’s temple, ensuring he wouldn’t turn.
“We’ll move his family closer to the main base and make s
ure they’re taken care of. How many kids did he have?”
Red’s throat bobbled as he swallowed. “Three, Boss.”
“They’re better off.” He placed his hands on his hips. “Now… what are we going to do about the person hiding?”
Icy fear filled my veins and I couldn’t move. There was no way he’d seen me! Was he bluffing?
“Boss, we didn’t see anyone in here. Just a biter outside.”
“Try again. See anything that stands out, other than this ladder that was so clearly nailed into the post that’s now on the ground?”
I pushed myself as low as I could go, praying the hay was covering me. My heart pounded and my breaths came out in unintentional gasps. My fingernails curled into my palms, breaking the skin as I frantically tried to stay calm.
I needed a plan! My gaze darted to the window. Could I make it if I jumped? My shaking limbs said no. The adrenaline coursing through my veins said yes. But fear won, telling me to stay in place. If I ran I was dead.
Virgin Wars- Chapter One
“They are going to kill me,” I muttered as I maneuvered my car through traffic.
Thursday night meant pizza night and I headed across town to meet my three best friends at our favorite pizza place. I hated running late, which is something that rarely happened unless I was on deadline. And boy, was I on deadline. Luckily I found an open spot and parked without having to walk several blocks to the restaurant.
Inside, I slid into the booth and noticed my friend, Amy Murphy, pushed her salad around the plate with a disgusted look on her face. Uh oh. She must be on another diet, but I thought better than to mention my observation. No telling what made her decide she needed to lose weight this time.
She glanced at me. “About time you showed up, Stacie.”
“Sorry guys,” I apologized.
“Why are you so late?” Jeremiah asked as he slid a drink toward me.
Jeremiah Foster held the spot as my oldest and dearest friend and I loved him to death. Too bad he was gay. Otherwise we might have ended up getting married right out of high school and have a house full of dark haired babies by now. Sometimes the thought made me laugh. And sometimes the idea made me really sad… sadder than it should.
