A Bride for Two Billionaires

by Lola Newmar

  She immediately felt the torpedo of her on-coming orgasm whirl violently within her as she watched Brody’s mouth work her pussy on the outside while Jay used his fingers to work her inside. “I’m—I’m coming,” she struggled to announce as her building climax began to steal her breath. Brody groaned at her statement, changing from nibbles to strong, long sucks on the swollen, pink bud, and Jay lifted up to suck on the nipple closest to him. Her body shook, and she cried out as the waves of lust morphed into tsunamis of passion.

  Both men held her firmly in place, their touches softening as she descended back to reality. But before she could catch her breath, Jay lifted her, and her legs wrapped around his torso, her still sensitive clit riding against his hard length as he carried her to the daybed. The large, weatherproof mattress was softer than she expected.

  * * * *

  Brody kept his eyes on those feminine, cherry red toenails as he followed Jay and Taylor to the bed in the corner of the garden’s stone walls. Taylor’s legs were a shimmering gold with the mix of her aroused sweat and the sticky humidity of the Texas night. The sight of them wrapped around Jay’s muscular body had Brody stroking his near-painful erection before he even realized what he was doing.

  He watched as Jay gently placed their pin-up on the huge mattress, her legs still dangling over the edge. Jay got to his knees and began making a trail of licks and soft kisses down her shins to her delicate, perfectly pedicured feet.

  Taylor propped up on her elbows to keep eye contact with Jay. Taking her new anklet in his teeth, Jay looked up and winked at her. When he grabbed her small foot and began to flick her big toe with his tongue, Taylor bit her lower lip as she smiled, her eyes slowly closing before she moaned his name.

  Jay stood, the movement causing his engorged cock and balls to bounce. He then took Taylor’s little feet in his hands and guided the arches over his dick. Jay hissed loudly as he increased the speed of the friction along his length.

  All Brody could think about was plunging his cock deep inside her dripping pussy. He walked over to the bed, and Taylor gave him a knowing, mischievous grin. The erotic look across her angelic face made Brody’s cock twitch in response.

  “Come here, Brody,” she told him through her rosy, heart-shaped lips as she reached out to him. He still couldn’t believe how gorgeous she was. As flawless as her doll face was, her body was lethal, perfectly formed in every way, lush curves below and above a tiny waistline.

  Brody grabbed her hand, and Taylor pulled him over her as she reclined back. Jay continued to lick and massage her feet as Brody straddled her body. They kissed softly and slowly, a deep contradiction to her wet cunt gyrating in a ferocious hunger against his sensitized balls, his hard, pulsing length pressed between their damp bodies.

  Jay moved to the bed, watching them as he pulled at his dick. “Ride Brody for me, baby. Now!” Jay’s commanding voice seemed to bring out the primal tigress in Taylor as she immediately pushed Brody down on his back, straddling him in a shocking quickness. She clasped her lips down on his right nipple, tasting him with her smooth tongue, sending chills of need straight to his drooling cock. “Shit, Taylor. Ohh!” Brody licked his lips at the sensation of her tiny form taking over his large body as he raked his fingers through her silky strands.

  He slowly pushed his body farther up on the bed, and Taylor followed his lead, crawling on the bed as she began a steaming trail down his body with her tongue. When he settled, his entire body was splayed on the mattress, and Taylor hovered over him on all fours, making her way down to his jumping cock. She grabbed his shaft firmly and immediately gave it a long, wet lick as she kept her eyes on his.

  “Oh, Brody,” she whispered between the bewitching sucks of her amazingly talented mouth, “I want you both inside me so bad,” another tantalizing suck followed by the echo of his own husky groan, “I’ve been waiting much,” another long lick, “much too long.”

  No longer able to control himself, Brody grabbed Taylor’s shoulders firmly and pulled her over him. A shocked gasp escaped her mouth when he pushed her down on his length, and he felt his cock enter her warm, snug sheath with her silky cream offering little resistance.

  * * * *

  The sight of Brody’s cock disappearing into Taylor’s writhing little body and the sound of two sexual moans echoing against the garden’s stone walls, had Jay squeezing the base of his cock in an effort to control his on-edge arousal. He slowly moved behind Taylor, his knees straddling Brody’s shins as he watched his best friend grab her ass and fiercely bounce her high in the air, allowing his glistening cock to penetrate her deeply, over and over. Her sobs of arousal got louder the harder he bounced her.

  “Slow down, Brody,” Jay commanded, his voice low and insistent. When his friend didn’t stop right away, Jay raised his voice. “Brody.”

  Obediently, Brody let out a deep breath as he slowed down, his eyes closed and his face contorted, likely from the strain of holding back.

  Taylor turned her head to join Jay in a passionate kiss while he scooped some thick cream from her opened cunt that still housed Brody’s dick. He stroked his oiled fingers up to her tight asshole, preparing her for his large cock. He slowly pushed a finger through the tight ring of muscle, and he felt Taylor clench at the foreign intrusion.

  “Relax, sugar. It’ll only hurt a moment, I promise” he whispered in her ear. She only gave him a nod in answer and closed her eyes as she waited.

  Jay withdrew his finger and knelt down to replace it with his watering tongue. With a hand on each ass cheek, he squeezed them together, allowing them to hug the sides of his face as he feasted on her asshole and dripping pussy. He groaned at the spicy-sweet taste as he tried his best to keep Taylor’s writhing body as still as he could. The more she moaned and pushed back on his face, the shorter his fuse was getting. “I need my cock to stretch this beautiful ass right now, baby.” He straightened and led his purple-tinged dick to her now-wet ass. He growled deeply as he entered her virgin ass.

  “Ow! Jay, slow down,” Taylor begged.

  “Sorry, baby,” he replied as he stroked her spine in reassurance. He slowly withdrew the tip and pushed it gently back in, repeating the motion until he slowly inched his entire length into her ass. He felt Taylor relax after a few moments, and her breathless gasps soon became moans of pleasure.

  “Oh, fuck, she’s so damn tight,” Brody exclaimed under Taylor. His breathing grew heavy and loud, the sound bringing Jay’s passion out of control. Jay grabbed her fleshy hips, ready for the ride of his life as the men found a rhythm of lifting and pushing their wanton, shrieking woman down and over their lengths, each man taking turns to plunge their throbbing dicks deep in Taylor’s welcoming body.

  * * * *

  The pleasure that followed the brief, sharp pain of Jay’s intrusion was incredible. Taylor guessed double penetration with two average-sized cocks would be overwhelming in itself, but she had two enormously gifted men filling her body beyond its natural capacity.

  Taylor struggled to find a focus as electric currents of pleasure pumped from both her fucked ass and pussy. A third current came to life when Brody licked his fingers and began tweaking both her nipples in succession with their thrusts.

  She forced her eyes open as she watched more beads of sweat form across Brody’s divine body. She noticed how tightly Jay’s fingers squeezed her hips, and she knew he was enjoying himself as much as she was. Turning back to him, their eyes locked in a lustful trance.

  “Spank me,” she commanded in a husky voice.

  “What?’ Jay panted between strokes.

  “I’ve been a bad girl, Mr. Stephens. Don’t you wanna punish me?”

  * * * *

  A loud smack echoed through the garden as Jay’s hand landed against Taylor’s bouncing ass. Hearing his name spoken so formally against such a raunchy scene made Jay drop the tight grasp he barely had over his sexual control. Smack! The sounds echoed within the garden walls and seemed to make all three of them mo
an louder.

  “Oh yeah, punish that naughty ass,” Brody encouraged.

  Smack!

  Once he heard his and Brody’s names being screamed, every muscle in Jay’s body contracted and his eyes rolled back. He grunted loud breaths as he pumped to completion deep inside Taylor’s wiggling ass.

  At the exact moment his taut balls began to empty, he felt Taylor’s thighs quiver against him, the mark of her oncoming orgasm making him smile. Her scream rose in volume, followed by a drawn out curse from Brody. Her body froze then shook, and she landed against Brody’s chest.

  As Jay looked down at the two bodies, all connected as one, he thought how heavenly they all looked out in the garden, and he thought about how much he loved the exhausted angel before him. The three of them were a perfect fit, as if their bodies were meant for each other.

  I wonder what time Stephanie’s opens tomorrow...

  Chapter 11

  “Motherfucker!”

  Amber flinched at the burning contact made between her swollen crotch and the ice-pack she just prepared. She carefully settled back down on her pink-gingham-covered canopy bed, making sure the ice-pack was resting ever so gently on her naked, inflamed flesh as she sat cross-legged in front of her laptop.

  Her teacup poodle, Cinderella, lay at the head of the bed, her chronic nervousness shaking her tiny, pink-dyed body like a leaf in her Juicy Couture, black doggie sweatsuit. She should’ve learned long ago to stay far from Amber when she was in one of her moods, or she’d likely find a shoe up her ass. Again…

  The boy lying next to Amber was snoring so fucking loud she slapped the back of his head with the palm of her hand. “I can’t fucking think straight when you’re so damn loud, you damn pansy!” Amber promised herself it would be the last time she would take home a barback. They were always so damn young and so damn annoying. This one couldn’t have been more than nineteen.

  The boy barely moved an inch, only continuing to lie in a deep, drunken state. She couldn’t remember his name, but she wasn’t really trying to either. Just another jackhammer-thrusting, eager, faceless kid that looked better after eight Tito vodka sours than he did right now.

  Turning her attention back to the computer, she typed in the address for the Web site that had been ruining her life for the past few days. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse…

  Amber Fox or Amber Fux? 23 Men Come Forward, Claiming Fox Had Sex for Coke and Diet Pills!

  Amber threw her laptop against the wall with all her strength, and shattered pink and black pieces fell to the ground.

  The young boy ran out the door with a blanket barely wrapped around his lower half as the most ear-piercing, screeching, glass-shattering scream came from Amber’s mouth, and she didn’t stop until she was completely out of breath.

  Cinderella ran under the bed to take cover, her Coach doggie stilettos tripping her up, her legs scattering in a panic. Then Amber stood there, her chest heaving up and down as she struggled to return her breathing back to normal. All she could hear was Cinderella’s fearful whimpers at her feet.

  “This is all because of that spoiled little bitch, Taylor!” Amber could tell she was losing her mind, but she really, really didn’t give a shit. “I made her! She was nothing but common trailer park trash until she met me, and now she thinks she can just ruin my life with her Noxzema face and last season’s Prada shoes! We’ll see about that!”

  Sure, Taylor might not have directly destroyed Amber’s chances at Miss Dallas Texas Yellow Rose, but Amber felt that if Taylor would have just allowed her to compete in the pageant alone and stop ruining her dreams by stealing every title Amber had wanted since they were thirteen, she wouldn’t have had to run her out of town by having a ménage a trois with Dillon.

  Suddenly, a light bulb went off in Amber’s head. Grabbing her cell phone from her bedside table, she quickly scrolled down her contacts to Emilio Estefan.

  The phone rang twice before he answered. “Why hello, mija! I was waiting for your call. Care to comment on my fabulous, new article?”

  “Fuck off, Emilio. I’m not calling about your trashy articles.”

  “Now, Ambueler—”

  “It’s Amber, Emilio! Stop the wisecrack bullshit!”

  Emilio let out a hearty laugh. “Con permiso, Senorita Amber. Please, what can I do for you?”

  “First of all, I don’t give a fuck about those washed-up, pencil-dick douche bags coming forward. My life was already ruined once you posted those pictures outside of Plush. Nothing could be worse than not being Miss Dallas Texas Yellow Rose.” Amber paused to wipe the tear that ran down her cheek, took a dramatic breath to calm down, and then continued. “Now, what I called about is a little more… sensational than the petty dirt you have on me.”

  There was a long pause on the other end, then finally Emilio said, “I’m listening, senorita.”

  “Well, Daddy told me Taylor ran off to stay with her aunt and is supposedly dating Brody Bartlett. A friend of Daddy’s saw him slipping into her window last night, as a matter of skanky fact.”

  Emilio gasped on the other end of the line. “Brody Bartlett? As in—”

  “Yes, the Brody Bartlett. I swear, Little Miss Perfect thinks she’s so damn untouchable. Well, what if I told you I might be able to get a little sex tape featuring our little Barbie and Ken?”

  “Pff! Of Taylor Ewing? How the hell do you plan to pull that off?”

  “Are you kidding? Don’t let that virginal face fool you, Emilio. Dillon told me Taylor is quite the hellcat in bed, and I’m willing to bet she’s got Brody with his pants around his ankles every minute of the day. All you need to do is find out where she is, and I’ll find a way to catch them in the act.” Amber remembered the “creeper box,” as she called it as a child, that her father kept under his bed. Along with the “golden shower” porn, double-sided dildos, and anal beads, her father kept a small collection of state-of-the-art micro camcorders.

  “I thought you said your Papi has all the latest news?”

  “I tried to get him to tell me where she is, but he just mumbled something like telling me would be a liability, or some bullshit.”

  Emilio let out a robust laugh louder than the first irritating one. “Aye ya yi, even Papi Fox knows he planted a bad seed.”

  “Go to hell, Emilio. At least my father didn’t abandon me for being a queer!”

  “Yes, the very least,” Emilio managed to say between uncontrollable giggles.

  “Look, do you want the deal or not? I’ll bring the sex tape if you post it. Deal?”

  “Are you kidding? Dallas’s very own Princess Diana caught doing the nasty with Texas billionaire playboy Brody Bartlett? It has Cochina of the Week written all over it! Give me two minutes to send my secret sources out, and I’ll get right back to you.” Emilio was infamous for never divulging the identity of his anonymous sources.

  Exactly two minutes after Amber hung up, her phone rang. “She’s just an hour east of here on the interstate. It’s a little town called Male Order.”

  Chapter 12

  Taylor felt like a princess that had been rescued from a life as a peasant, only there were two princes instead of one. Jay crawled into the back of the limo then turned and reached for her hand to help her in. Brody held her waist from behind with both hands, like she was a glass sculpture to protect. None of the snot-nosed little boys of her past had ever made her feel this way.

  “Let me guess, another surprise?” Taylor was sitting between her men when the limo driver closed their door, a gust of the warm night air blowing her bangs across her eyes.

  “Of course,” the men casually replied in unison.

  Already used to her involuntary response, Taylor squeezed her thighs together when she felt her moisture make its way from her pulsating entrance. She couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for soiling her new Dolce dress (well, her only Dolce dress). It was the perfect little black number, sexy yet simple enough to let her sequin Louboutins take ce
nter stage.

  Brody brushed his lips on her bare shoulder from her right, instantly putting her body in a relaxed state with his soft, sweet humming. Right as she rolled her head back, she felt Jay’s lips press against hers.

  “Mmm,” Taylor softly moaned as she kissed her alpha prince back. Usually, by now, Jay would have her mouth in an erotic dance with his tongue, but surprisingly, he kept his kiss soft. She moaned again in hopes it would encourage him to be more aggressive, but he still held back, keeping the kiss sweet and romantic.

  Taylor grabbed the back of Jay’s neck and pulled him closer as she opened her lips in invitation.

  “Baby, wait,” said Jay as he pulled back a little.