by The Male Order, Texas Collection ]- A Bride for Two Billionaires (l
Suddenly, just as they were about to pull up to Jay’s house, the song “God Blessed Texas” came on the radio, and Taylor gasped loudly in excitement. “Oh, my God! I love this song!” she exclaimed, jumping up and down in her seat. “Turn it up, and pull over, pull over!”
“Taylor, you’re going to get soaked,” said Brody as he gently placed his hands on her thigh. But the song must have peaked Jay’s curiosity. He quickly pulled over to the side of the dirt road to see just what she had planned.
When the truck came to a stop, Taylor turned up the music louder, and then she quickly crawled over him and out of the car. The truck’s headlights shone directly on Taylor’s petite form as she made her way to the front of the truck, the misty rain already slightly dampening her mini skirt, the thin material clinging to the luscious curves of her tight, curvy body.
God blessed Texas with His own hand
Brought down angels from the Promised Land….
Even though she was blinded by the headlights, Taylor could feel the two pairs of gorgeous eyes staring at her through the windshield. She normally danced only in dark, crowded clubs, but the carefree child buried inside her was once again summoned when she heard the first few notes of the familiar country tune. When she had jumped out of the truck, she hadn’t intended to give her little audience a striptease. But it was as if a cloud of magic potion trailed Jay and Brody, spreading a dust of crazy through her senses.
As she swayed her hips and popped her ass, she felt that magic potion spread through her consciousness, relinquishing her inhibitions. Again, she imagined the magic had kidnapped the self-conscious, cynical beauty queen that arrived from Dallas and delivered a woman without a fear in the world. Not even the possibility of Jay and Brody hurting her was enough to break through the magic shield. She knew just one night of pleasure with the billionaire gods would be worth nine lifetimes of pain.
Taylor’s sultry dark gaze never left their direction as she began to dance seductively. Turning to the side, dipping her ass low, then slowly bringing it up, her back arched like a sex kitten, she then gave a playful little slap to her wet ass. Jay and Brody growled in lust at the same time at the sight of water splashing out from the wet contact made between her petite hand and round ass.
Brody’s cock quickly grew warm and hard as he watched the thin material of her skirt cling to the curves of her body as more of the night rain saturated her clothing. Everything on her body, the rounded bottoms of her breasts, her perky, pebbled nipples, her ass as it bounced to the beat, all looked as though they were painted in the wet material of her outfit. Her wet skirt dipped between her legs to cling to her inner thighs and the V of her perfectly shaped pussy.
“This is not happening right now,” Brody said under heavy breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand as his arousal increased with each pounding of the beat. “Ugh, dear God, tits that perfectly round should be a sin.”
“You know, I used to hate this song as a kid,” Jay said as he reached in his pants. “But now,” he breathed heavily as he began to tug, “I’ll never be able to hear it without comin’ on myself.”
Brody’s attention was back on the tiny dancer, and his dick began to pulsate as Taylor swayed to the beat. She snaked her arms above her head, her breasts teasing him as they threatened to pop out the unbuttoned blouse. Taylor slowly and slightly dipped down at the knees, facing the men, then straightened with one hip cocked, dipped again, then came up with the other hip cocked. She stared at them like she knew exactly what she was doing to them, occasionally giving them a full smile, her eyes sparkling as her face would turn from seductress to innocent sprite. Taylor’s cinnamon-brown hair hung in wet twists, her bangs limp with water as they grazed over her eyebrows, partially hiding her rich puppy dog eyes.
Sure, Brody’d had his share of “private dances.” They usually consisted of awkward hip and ass jerks, sloppy lip licks, too much bourbon, and cheesy props like feather boas or a pole bought from a wacky adult gift shop, but hey, they had tried their best. Bless their relentless souls, those other women had absolutely nothing on the fresh, twirling princess glowing in the headlights before them.
Other girls had dressed in tacky lingerie and had no expression on their faces as they concentrated on the moves they learned in the aerobic striptease classes at their gyms. But Taylor’s body moved with proud joy as she let the music guide her movements, not a hint of self-consciousness apparent in her rocking hips. Her only props were the headlights and the rain, both saturating her from her long, chocolate-cherry hair to her cherry toe nails.
Jay only took his eyes off of the dancing beauty for just a second to glance at Brody and say, “I have to have her, Brody. All of her.” He smiled, a liberating feeling washing over him as Brody responded with an eager smile of his own, his eyes swimming with delight. Jay turned his attention back to the tanned goddess, now wantonly rolling her torso to the beat as she combed the front of her rain-drenched hair back with those perfectly manicured, tiny fingers, her breasts rising and falling with the slow waves that ran from her hips to her torso, then releasing through her chest.
Well, I’ve been sent to spread the message
God blessed Texas…
Taylor began to slowly make her way to the driver’s side window, still slightly swaying as the song began to wrap up. Brody rushed to slide across the seat, ignoring the pained grunt coming from his friend as he supported his weight on the palm resting on Jay’s thigh. In one swift movement, Brody wiped a clean streak through the steam that had collected on Jay’s window. Taylor now stood right in front of the driver’s window, looking at Jay and Brody with a whimsical smile on her face like she hadn’t just given them, and their pulsating cocks, the most erotic show of their existence.
Taylor then began to slowly unbutton the last few buttons of her shirt. She pulled the sides of the shirt from her chest to reveal the light purple bra underneath. Jay’s breath caught in the back of his throat when he realized he could see her dark pink, pebbled nipples right through the sheer lace.
Taylor let her head fall back, face up in the falling rain, as she pressed her lush tits against the window, the glass spreading her breasts into enormous, lace-covered globes. Jay and Brody pushed their faces against the window like two puppy dogs at a pet shop begging for a warm, cozy home, but Jay’s only concern was to get as close as possible to their Taylor, their Taylor, the angel-faced minx who had haunted his dreams since the moment he saw her.
Taylor continued to pull down her shirt, moving painfully slow in a tormenting game, giving the men an amused cock of a perfectly shaped eyebrow. She allowed the shirt to fall then worked on her skirt. When it fell to her feet, she was left standing in her lavender lace bra and coordinating panties.
“I’ve never hated purple lace so much before. Just gets in the way,” said Jay with his nose pressed against the glass as he hungered for the perfectly waxed pussy that peeked through the sheer lace like a decadent dessert seducing passersby to come into a bakery. And Jay could only imagine how succulent and moist that dessert tasted.
Taylor closed her eyes and kissed the window twice, leaving two pink lip shapes on the wet tinted glass.
Jay gripped his dick a little tighter and pumped his length slowly, just enough to relieve the ache but not too much to send him over the brink. He looked over and saw Brody’s hand was slowly pumping in his pants, as well, his stare never leaving Taylor. Brody breathed heavy and deep, still managing to say, “Well, my man, looks like we found ourselves a bride.”
Chapter 7
The warm, humid summer rain felt sinful as it ran down Taylor’s body, soaking her lace bra and thong. She’d never felt so sexy as she watched Jay and Brody undress to pump their long, wide cocks while they raked her body up and down with their eyes.
When she leaned over and gave the window two pink kisses, she could hear their growls of frustration through the glass and saw their hands speed up their up-and-down motions. The ach
e in her channel had been going on for so long, her pussy walls were now contracting around emptiness. She didn’t care if it had to be in a truck, she needed that emptiness filled right then.
She wrapped her fingers around the door handle, took a deep breath, then opened it. It was barely half opened when she felt two strong hands grip her waist and drag her in. In a flash, Jay had her laid across his and Brody’s laps, her head in Brody’s and her ass resting on Jay’s huge, stiff erection.
Before she could speak, Brody’s fingers tangled in the back of her hair as he pulled her mouth toward his, his tongue immediately pushing itself through her lips, sucking them in a ferocious hunger. Jay effortlessly lifted her body to his mouth, his strong hands squeezing her ass, and he began a trail of kisses and licks around her abdomen. A jolt of electric heat traveled from the areas he licked down to her soaking pussy. When she felt his tongue dip in her bellybutton, she flinched from the tickle.
Jay laughed softly, making a husky sound from the back of his throat. “You taste like a honey-drizzled peach.”
“Mmm.” Taylor moaned at Jay’s words, rolling her hips in a circular motion as his pointed tongue softly swept across her skin.
Brody’s kiss was now a little softer, and he was exploring every surface of her mouth. His tongue retreated, and he began to trace the edges of her lips as he barely brushed them with his. She could smell his sweet shampoo mixed with the clean, masculine sweat that glazed his tanned skin. It reminded her of the time she and her best friend, Avery, a proud gay even at fourteen, snuck into the varsity boys’ locker room after the team’s two-a-day, hoping to get their first glance at the perfection that is a male athlete’s naked body. They barely missed them by a few minutes, but Taylor could remember the rugged, clean smell that had still lingered in the warm steam of the shower room.
As Jay’s tongue lavished attention on her lower stomach, Taylor raked her nails through his scalp, his feather-soft, dark hair caressing the webs of sensitive skin between her fingers like damp silk. He slowly lowered her ass down to his enormous hard-on as he trailed his gaze up and down her form. “I could come just looking at you.” He wedged a single finger into the wet lace panties she still wore, and he slowly trailed the finger around the curve of her hip, descending down where it met the crease of her inner-thigh. Taylor squeezed her thighs together in shame when she felt his finger discover the erotic juice that was trickling down her thigh.
“Damn, baby, that’s not just the rain that soaked your panties, is it?” Jay pushed her knees farther apart. “C’mon, baby girl, let us see it.” He growled when she relaxed her trembling legs, allowing her mound to be on full display as he pulled the lace material down her hips. He threw the lace scrap to Brody who opened the glove compartment to place it inside.
“Wait, am I getting those back?”
“Not a chance,” Brody whispered in her ear before capturing her sensitive lobe between his teeth, making her groan in lust. She wouldn’t let Brody and Jay get away with stealing her panties, but now wasn’t the time to sass either of them.
Brody moaned her name and forcefully pulled down the underwire of her strapless bra until it rested in the middle of her stomach. Her full breasts bounced out at the release of the confinement. Taylor arched up so she was able to reach behind her, unhook the bra, and throw it over Jay’s head and onto the street pavement.
“Holy fuck,” Brody groaned as he leaned down to take one of her breasts in his mouth, his hand capturing the other in a firm squeeze. He hummed around her nipple, causing Taylor to buck her hips up in response. His eyes were closed as if he were savoring the taste of her.
The deep warmth of Jay’s palm rested on her folds, lightly moving in large circles. Her gut tightened as she wondered what his next move would be. And then he began a soft spanking against her aching slit, the slapping sound becoming louder as he increased the power little by little. “Even a perfect pussy like this needs to be taught a lesson every now and then. Gotta remind her who’s boss.”
The intensity of the pleasure shocked and aroused her. She’d never been spanked before, much less been spanked on her pussy, but wave after wave of warm tingles flooded her body with each slap, the chill spreading to the back of her neck and stealing her breath. His warm hand was so big it easily slapped against every exposed nerve of her cunt.
“Ohh, Jay and Brody,” Taylor mumbled, and the sound of both of their names intensified the passion running through her body. “Mmm, Jay and Brody,” she cried louder. Again she heard husky growls coming from both of the men at the same time, causing her cream to run down her slit and trickle down to lubricate her asshole.
Jay’s erotic pussy spankings suddenly stopped, and he began to gently and slowly wipe two fingers over her lips and folds, brushing over every exposed inch of her mound while Brody’s mouth continued sucking her nipples. Then he started a gentle tap over her throbbing clit with the pad of one of his fingertips, and Taylor’s heavy sighs grew louder as her hips began a rhythmic bucking motion in coordination with the tormenting taps. The tapping was so gentle that her pussy ached with the need for more intense friction. Just when she was going to put aside her pride and beg him for more, Jay oiled two large, wide fingers with her abundant desire before inserting them into her hot pussy.
“Oh, yes. Please.” Taylor tried to squeeze her thigh muscles, attempting to stop the violent shudder, but it seemed they had a mind of their own. She decided to push aside the embarrassment of her eager response, and she allowed herself to enjoy the wiggling glide of Jay’s fingers. Usually when guys in the past had tried to use their fingers on her, they were too eager and rough, and it brought more pain and annoyance than pleasure. But tonight, her pussy was so ready and so wet, Jay’s fingers pumped her saturated channel with little effort.
Suddenly, Jay used a fingertip of his other hand to give her another electrifying clit tap while the fingers inside her continued to work her in a corkscrew motion. Taylor struggled to keep her breathing under control. She grabbed Brody’s ears like a jockey holding a mare’s reigns as he continued to lick currents of sexual shock into her body through her erect nipples and down to the muscles pulsating around Jay’s fingers.
Without warning, the twisting sensation in her womb tightened with psychotic force, and her vision blurred. Her orgasm seemed to come from every part of her. Brody held her breasts together and nibbled her nipples at the same time, causing a violent jerk in her body as she shrieked their names with her completion.
“Damn, you have to feel how dripping wet she is for us,” Jay said to Brody as he slowly withdrew his fingers once Taylor came back to Earth.
“Mmm, I intend to.” Brody lightly sucked and licked the spot where her shoulder met her neck, then glided the soft tip of his nose along her jaw line until he met her lips in a soft kiss.
“Not until I’m done.” Before Taylor could register Jay’s words, he grabbed the sides of her ribs to sit her up, pulled her toward him, and placed her on his lap with her legs straddling his thighs as he sat behind the wheel. Brody released a disappointed groan as she was yanked from his lap.
Jay’s eyes were glazed over with passion and lust as he brushed her disheveled, wet hair from her face. He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her head down to devour her mouth with his. It seemed like her weight on his cock intensified his passion when he impatiently unzipped his pants to allow his hard-on more room.
As she continued to kiss Jay, Brody leaned over and continued licking the sensitive nape of her neck. She moaned softly as his hands slowly grazed down her back then eagerly palmed her ass.
She felt Jay fumbling to pull his pants lower as she continued to kiss him passionately and lovingly. Jay lifted her by the hips, and she suddenly felt the wide, blunt head of Jay’s cock press against her entrance.
Brody interrupted them before Jay could push in. “Hold on.” Jay and Taylor broke their kiss to look at Brody. “I want you to suck my cock as Jay fucks that hot pussy.”
/> Jay smiled up at Taylor when he saw her eyes grow heavy with lust at Brody’s request.
Jay opened the truck door and gently lifted Taylor off his lap as he scooted to get out, leaving his gorgeous princess naked in the driver’s seat. He felt the warm water trickle down his body as he stood in the evening rain. The opened door left the car light on, and Taylor looked even more beautiful as he was able to examine her body in the better light.
In a sudden, uncontrollable hunger, Jay grabbed Taylor’s lush hips and turned her so she was bending over with her plump ass toward him. “Ohh,” she whimpered when he gave her right ass cheek a loud spank. She seemed to be aroused from the contact as she wiggled her round ass against his erection in appreciation.
Brody began to quickly pull down his pants, and soon there were two enormous erections popped out on display. Jay watched as Taylor reached over to Brody, raking her nails through the hair at the base of his shaft, then wrapped her tiny hand around his pulsing dick. Brody sucked in a sharp breath at the contact. She then slowly licked him from his balls up to his glistening head. She moaned loudly when Jay grabbed his cock and began to tease her dripping slit. He ran the head back and forth over her pussy hole, spreading her cream everywhere.
When Taylor leaned down on her forearms, her ass lifting higher, she looked back and gave Jay a smile, then closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as she waited for his next move. No longer able to hold back, Jay pushed his cock all the way inside her channel. Taylor screamed at the stretch.
“Holy fuck! Oh my God, baby.” Taylor felt so tight and hot, so smooth. “Are you okay, baby?”
“So…so…big,” Taylor panted, her tiny body trembling as it took him in.
