by Dark Angel
Trevor's cock slides slowly out of me and I moan at the exit. He lies on his side next to my stomach and kisses me so softly.
After everything that the three of us have done, this feels so intimate. So right. I belong here between them, spent and satisfied...and this is just after breakfast.
"To happily ever after!" I say, so happy to be between them. Damien's arms wrap around me and he pulls me up to him. Trevor's mouth kisses around my neck and down my back. I can't believe how lucky I am to be owned by my two men.
Sarah
"That was incredible," I say, attempting to figure out how to breathe again. Next would come figuring out how to lift my head.
Or not.
Trevor and Damien press me between them in a perfect sandwich, and I don't need to lift any part of me. Well, maybe I wiggle my ass a little. Wrap a leg here, and an arm there. I can't help myself, despite how much we'd just fucked, I want to cuddle my men.
"Yeah, the first of many, many incredible moments to come," Trevor says.
I look into his eyes.
That was everything I needed to hear.
Damien kisses my forehead. "You're ours, forever. That's what you want?" He has to confirm. The man who makes me cum so hard, who whisked me away from my shitty parents and taught me what lust could be.
"That's what I need. I need you both."
Damien buries his face into my neck. "I'm happy to hear you say that. The only thing Trevor knows how to share is a woman, but you're different. You're everything. I think you're the only thing I've ever needed."
"I never thought that when Damien and I started fucking widows and cougars we'd have something so pure for ourselves," Trevor says, running circles over my thigh and grinding his cock against my ass.
"Pure?" I laugh. "I do every manner of filth with the two of you. My thoughts and actions are far from pure." I thought they'd know that by now. I'm not a virgin. There's no market to worry about, and they claimed that status some time ago. I'm not a good, innocent virgin anymore.
"No," Trevor says, now purring against the other side of my neck. "You're pure perfection. Made for us. You're the dark, light, happy, and heavy everything that compliments our souls."
Tears well up in my eyes.
"We love you," Trevor says, continuing the words that make my heart light up like a sunrise.
Now the tears are falling. Happy tears. There's purity here right now—in how pure the joy I feel is. In how the emotion overwhelming me makes me at once numb and full of sensation.
Damien scoops up a tear, and looks me in the eyes. "Yes, I love you so goddamn much. You stole more than my cock when I met you. You stole my fucking heart."
"You're the best thing in my life. I love you," Trevor says he loves me again, but just him. I knew when he said 'we' that was one thing, but my heart is swelling even more at these two I love you's from my two men.
"I love you both so much," I say. I swipe the rest of the tears off my face with the backs of my hands. "I love you, Damien," I say, kissing him. Then I turn to face Trevor. "I love you, Trevor." I kiss him. Then I lie flat between them. "You two make me happier than I ever knew I could be. My life before you was empty. Unsatisfying. But needless to say, with you, I'm filled. I'm fulfilled. I'm more happy than I ever knew that I could be."
This is pure. This is perfection. I never want to leave this moment.
I lean forward, intending to grab the sheets. But turns out two possessive alpha males that just professed their love to you will trap you in with their arms. "I just want the sheets. I want to sleep between the two of you."
They both smile. And then that smile turns into a look between their eyes.
The surprise.
Curious as I am, that's something for tomorrow.
I even yawn. Well, after the workout we just had, that's a totally reasonable response. Sleep is practically the only viable option. They both lay me back down, releasing their grip just long enough to pull the sheets over us. Their hands both wrap over me, my whole body tangled up, legs, thighs, feet, head against chest and back, and I'm cocooned in my two lovers' embrace while I drift into the calmest sleep of my life. I slowly venture toward slumber, savoring the scent of my men. The sensation of their bodies against mine, and the warmth between the three of us. It's almost like the cozy feeling that Christmas used to give me; it's so warm and comforting. But there is now a depth to my happiness, a boundless, infinite amount of happiness. There's no limit or measure for my satisfaction. I hear their heartbeats. Their breathing as it stills. The three of us have never experienced such calm, and now in unison we can all breathe. We belong together. We belong to each other. That makes us free.
I can feel for the first time since this ordeal began, for the first time ever if I'm truly honest, being utterly calm. Peaceful. Content. Nothing is worrying me, bothering me, or twisting me up inside. I'm not afraid of anything. I'm looking forward to the future and content with the present. Done with the past. I can't imagine how on earth I managed to be this lucky. I have not one tall, dark, and handsome prince charming, but two. The wicked desires we share are delicious and perfect together.
Trevor falls asleep first. I'm not surprised. The level of smooth, cool badassery in Trevor is not to be underestimated. But his hand pulls me closer to him, closing over my heart, and I want to cry I'm so happy.
Damien's breathing stills, and he nuzzles into my neck. That's where he belongs. He is the toughest, scariest motherfucker I've ever known, but there's a kind of raw tenderness to him when he touches me that lights my soul on fire.
I'm in love with two men. Two men who are twisted, dark, wicked, and fucking deliciously hot. They are mine. Our story isn't a fairy tale. But to me, it is so much more than that. It is pure perfection.
Sarah
"Okay, you can open your eyes," Trevor says, pulling his hands down from my eyes.
My eyelashes flutter open and I adjust to the light again. My men have been making me wait too damn long and now I feel like I just woke up or something. I grab Trevor's hands and pull them down to my boobs, and get him to squeeze me.
A year later, and the three of us are still our own twisted crew, and I can't get enough of them. Of course I want him to squeeze my boobs. I lean back and rub my ass over his cock. I mean, you get a girl naked and hold your hands over her eyes and make her wait? You should expect even more, but I'm a good girl, so that's all there is to that.
Damien comes into my line of sight and everything becomes clearer. He's holding a box. A shiny chest encrusted with gold and sparkling diamonds...wait...
Those are real diamonds on this box. The lock is a sturdy metal. The whole thing is polished and gorgeous.
"We both have a ton of money, sure, but we wanted to use the money we got that day at the Virgin Market...we wanted to use it for the three of us," Damien says, licking his lips in anticipation.
"Yeah, you got me this giant ring," I say, thrusting my hand forward to a three-hearted diamond ring that weighs a ton. I love every second of it dripping on my fingers. I'm curious what on earth could be in this box. The chest is large and expensive looking. So what on earth could it hold inside of it? I remember that the money was a pretty large sum, too.
Trevor grabs a key from the side table behind us.
I hold my breath. This cavernous living room seems small right now. I haven't felt this nervous in forever. Why?
I guess I can feel the weight from Damien's voice. The three of us. Yes. It has been a year of us living together. Fucking together. Loving each other. We have been living a surreal kind of perfect life. So what on earth do I have to feel nervous about? I exhale and watch the chest open and I'm blinded by the light.
Oh, seriously, this thing is huge. A lace of diamonds and gold. Is it a necklace? Choker?
Collar. This is a collar.
"Oh my God!" I gasp and reach out, almost touch it, and then look up at my men, waiting for permission.
"You can touch it, baby doll," Da
mien says with a sexy laugh that fucking melts me.
I run my finger over the gorgeous collar, resting on a black velvet pillow inside the chest.
"The ring is one thing...but this is more to our speed." Trevor says.
I pull my hand out of the chest and look up at them both. "You guys..." I start to talk and then my eyes water. I'm so touched. It is the perfect expression of what the three of us have. "Thank you so much, Damien, Trevor, it is so beautiful."
"It has to be, to be on you. I think it's the only thing you should wear tonight," Damien says and looks to Trevor.
"Fuck yeah that is the only thing that you're wearing. I want to see you come while it shines on your neck. You're ours," Trevor growls.
Damien opens it up and shows me a ring on it that I hadn't noticed before, there is so much lacy filigree of gems forming it. "It has a leash, too. If you're feeling particularly naughty," he says, running his teeth over his lower lip.
I like where his mind is going.
Trevor hands him a large leather cord.
I like this a lot. My mind is going the same place. All sorts of naughty places that I'd like to explore. I can explore anything with Damien and Trevor. I lift up my hair, and kneel before them.
Trevor and Damien place the collar around my neck and clasp it. They exchange glances and turn to me like two predators about to split their prey. And, oh, if my men are to be trusted, they're going to split me in two between them. They decide on using the leash and attach it. I let my hair drop down, feeling the tiny air of it rushing down to my back.
Moments before we play, it is like the air in the room heats up and my body starts moving in slow motion. My breathing goes ragged. My heart races. Heat pools in my belly. That's all happening now, and I struggle to breathe normally. I look up at them both. "How does it look?" I ask in a soft, baby doll voice.
"Beautiful," Damien says like he's in a trance. He clears his throat and cups my chin.
Trevor's fingers slide up my spine until they're touching it. "You're perfect," he says with a sigh.
"You are too. I can't believe you told me the surprise, last year, was my ring, and you had this planned!" I'm shocked. I'm so impatient...but Trevor? I didn't think he had it in him to wait a whole year to show me something. And Damien, after how much he obsessively fucked me after I was his? I can't believe either of them could wait.
My eyes must show my thoughts because they both laugh.
"Yeah, we knew that the ring...even if we didn't..." Damien starts and I hear his voice break a little.
Trevor puts his hand on Damien's shoulder. Trevor looks at me. "If we couldn't work out as a trio, we wanted you to have that ring. But we knew we three, we would be forever...so waiting a year seemed like torture, but it was the perfect anniversary present." Trevor laughs, but it's anything but light.
"It's perfect," I say, pressing my face against Damien's calf. "Now show me how happy you are now that you have me, forever."
Damien and Trevor both press a hand to my hair, petting me and then stroking down the strands.
This is my kind of forever. Damien and Trevor need me the way I need them. Need me to belong to them the way I ache to be theirs. I have a year's worth of tension to help them unwind, and I'm so ready for it.
Dirty Daddy
It’s Time To F*ck Your Dirty Daddy…
No man can match me. No woman has tamed me.
My billion-dollar empire makes me the most powerful man in the city. And I have a body to match. 8-pack abs. The face of a prince. The physique of a god. Money. Fame. Power.
And the 12 inches that dangle between my legs, hardening as you walk by.
Face it. You want me. You know you can’t resist.
And if you can walk afterwards, then we’ll do it all again till you can’t.
Touch me. Tempt me.
Tease me. Please me.
Nothing will be too much in this forbidden land of taboo delight.
Because baby, no matter how wrong it seems, with Daddy, it’ll always feel right.
Magnus
"Oh baby," Mandy moans lewdly as the sound of my thighs slapping against her ass fills the air.
It’s a fucking great sound. If you were here, you’d be touching yourself at the sight of us.
You’d want to join in once you saw my gorgeous fucking body fucking her. You wouldn’t mind sharing. You wouldn’t care. You’d lick my cock with whoever else just to get at my cock.
Pretty arrogant and confident right off the bat, aren’t I?
Pleasure to meet you. I’m Magnus Davion.
But let’s get back to Mandy and the ungodly things I’m doing to her.
I can hear the lewd sucking sounds as my cock plunges in and out of her pussy. I can smell her fucking juices as her scent permeates the air.
Her wetness is smeared across her thighs. Her pussy is spasming around my thick cock and I grunt in pleasure at the feelings that are going through me. "Don't you dare stop fucking me, baby," she adds one last command as she turns her head back to me to look at my monster pole piercing her.
But wait, who the fuck does this bitch think she is, giving me fucking orders? I'm Magnus fucking Davion, the 15th richest man in the whole fucking world, if you read Forbes Magazine. I just bought a fucking NFL team—the New York Nailers—from the previous owner, Apollo Kane.
That’s right. If he sounds familiar to you it’s because he’s fucking famous now. Alexis Angel wrote his whole story and how he owns Blush Magazine, or whatever the fuck.
But he had to get out of the football franchise.
And I didn't mind paying $3 billion dollars for it. That kind of money is literally fucking nothing to me.
So I certainly don’t take fucking orders from anybody—but in this case, I can let it slide.
You're just getting acquainted with me, aren't you? You must think all I do all day is talk about how wealthy I am and shit. That's actually not true. I don't spend my day only bragging about how much money I have. I also spend it talking about how fucking good I look, and how much you're probably wanting to fuck me.
Oh, you think I already did that, don't you? But you have no idea, darlin’.
I’m literally a god amongst men.
That's right. You heard me fucking right. I stand taller than all the men you will ever fucking meet. No one of this world really compares to me.
I'm fucking wealthy. I'm the fucking founder and CEO of Davion Development, one of the most ruthless real estate firms in New York City.
We’re not like some private equity firm or investment bank either. Hell fucking no.
We build things. Buildings. Bridges. Dams. We get our hands dirty.
We take over abandoned places and we create gleaming skyscrapers that inspire the fucking imagination.
I'm 6' 4", built like a Greek God—with a massive chiseled chest and a rock hard 8-pack of abs. My skin is tanned to a perfect bronze and flawless. My face is chiseled and rugged. My hair is just right. My nose is royal in its cut. My chin is even fucking aristocratic looking. But aside from the handsome looks that you see on the outside, there is one very fucking large reason that you want me to fuck you.
"Oh my god, baby, I'm about to cum!" Mandy screams as I slam into her. She closes her eyes and contorts her face as it's wracked with lust. I feel her entire body shake and quiver. Her pussy clamps down around my cock. It's intense. I feel her go slightly limp as her muscles lose all voluntary control and pleasure seizes her body.
That's why. The cause of her orgasm. The rod that's pistoning into her box.
My 12-inch, thick, throbbing, pole of a cock. It swings between my legs and one taste of it and you'll be fucking begging me for more. You'll do whatever I fucking ask for another lick. Another taste. Another fuck.
My cock will make you worship it. It'll make you fucking beg and plead. And it'll make you cum like you've never, ever, fucking cum before.
"Oh my fucking god!" Mandy screams and her body writhes like tha
t of a woman possessed.
I look down past Mandy.
I may have forgotten to tell you where I am. I'm in the team skybox room of Nailers Arena. Today is the first day of the regular season and it's the Nailers' first game at their refurbished stadium in East Rutherford, New Jersey. The crowd is waiting for kick-off and I was gazing at the view from the floor-to-ceiling windows in the skybox when Mandy Marsten, the head cheerleader for the Nailers, came to see me.
"Admiring the view?" she asked me, walking in. We hadn't talked much before, but I can fucking tell when someone's giving me the eye and she has been eye-fucking me all fucking week. But so do a lot of women, so I just go with the flow.
"Maybe I was looking in the wrong direction," I said, walking toward her.
In hindsight it seems unreal because I had just walked up to her and reached over and pulled her close. Before I knew it, the few clothes that she had on were off, and on the ground. She was sucking my cock like a fucking pro in five minutes and bending over the table looking out at the crowd through those same floor-to-ceiling windows in ten.
I gotta say though, if we had to pick any place to have sex, this would be it. This room, with its fucking plush leather couches and mahogany wood trimmings screams to have people fuck in it.
All the better when it's game day and you have 150,000 screaming fans who don't know you're about to bust a fucking nut high above their heads.
I can feel myself getting close to my own fucking orgasm. It's going to be fucking intense. Already I see Mandy begin to blink a couple of times as she comes out of the pleasure-coma that I put her into. Her chest is heaving and she's winded, with fucking sweat dripping down her back. It's a fucking beautiful sight.
But like all good things, shit has to get in the fucking way. Something has to come and fuck it all up.
I look up to see the roving camera pan the crowd. Normally, it wouldn't make too much of a difference but the fucking camera that's displaying on the Jumbotron is slowly panning over the crowd, and people are cheering when they see their faces—until it pans over to the skybox and they see that I'm fucking Mandy doggie style, straight on the Jumbotron.
