“Tonight?” She examined each of their handsome, eager faces. “Isn’t it against the rules that the sub gets to choose?”
Will, who she knew by now was the master of this MacRae dungeon, strolled up to her. In a flash, he unclamped her butterflies and unhooked her pussy chain. Her entire body zinged with intoxicating desire. He could not touch her fast enough, fuck her hard enough. She made needy sounds and he grinned, delighted at her appetite. He ran two hands down the hard points of her breasts and over her ass to tap her tiny hole. “To break you in, we’ll waive the rules for a while. Don’t want you to freak. Tell me what is it you want right now.”
She rose up on her toes to brush her lips on his warm ones. “I want you all. Jed in my cunt. Harry in my ass. You in my mouth. Can we? Please?”
“Sir,” he demanded as he caught a fistful of her hair and tugged it so that her throat was exposed to his nipping caresses.
“Sir, please will you all have me at once?” she asked, her hope for such a treat a frantic little animal scampering inside her mind.
Will worked her asshole to remove the plug. As she sighed, he asked, “And after we have you like that? What do you want?”
Her eyes fell closed as Will massaged her, then sank a full finger up inside her. “Gentlemen’s choice. Surprise me.”
Jed whooped. Harry thrust open the door while Will caught her up in his arms and strode toward the dais and the table where he nodded to his oldest brother.
Jed removed his clothes in a split second, then lay down on his back, his legs hanging over the edge of the table, his cock—big, bold and red—standing straight up. As if she weighed nothing, Will shifted her in his arms, told her to spread her legs and then he held her above Jed’s body.
“Take him. All at once,” he ordered. And though she was wet and wild to have Jed fill her up, the shock of his marvelous tool sliding up inside her in one swoop made her swoon.
Whether it was Harry or Will who caught her, she never knew. She heard their voices, knew they disrobed. She felt Jed cup her face between his gentle hands and draw her mouth toward him. “Come here, baby,” he urged her as if he sang a lullaby, “Let me fuck you in your pretty cunt.” And he plunged farther inside her.
She arched up, her pussy so full of him, so thrilled with the girth, the wealth of who he was and what he and his brothers meant to her.
“This way,” Harry demanded, his hand to the back of her head to force her down. His fingers, coated in a cool lube, played with her asshole, inserted the creamy gel. He massaged her with maddening forays of one finger, then two, inside her. Driving her desire up, he scissored his fingers inside her in a syncopated rhythm until she cried out for more. And then he gave her his massive, hot cock.
She screamed, but it was in ecstasy. The fulfillment of two men’s shafts inside her was an unparalleled bliss. The impossibly wonderful impact of Harry’s cock with Jed’s inside her orifices had her moaning against Jed’s chest. He combed her hair back from her face. He kissed her cheek. “You’re so good, baby.”
“You’ve got the finest ass, darlin’,” Harry told her as he moved in and out in finite increments, his hand at her nape to hold her in place. “Christ, are you tight. Will? Let’s see her suck you, bro.”
Cara swallowed her trepidation. She had dreamed about taking Will’s giant cock in her mouth. Fantasized about sucking him so long, so well that the strong, heavyweight MacRae melted in a puddle at her feet. She had often snorted at the very idea, but now, face-to-face with his thick tool, she knew she could do only her best. Whatever she did for him tonight, she’d have time and opportunity to improve.
“I’ve wanted you in my mouth since the first night,” she managed to tell him as he thumbed his slit and pre-cum dripped in a tantalizing line over his blue-veined helmet. At her words, Jed plunged inside her aching pussy, Harry retreated from her ass and Will inched closer.
She took him in her mouth. All musk and turgid man, Will gave her a taste, the tease, then took his cock in his hand. She whimpered. “Come back. I need you.”
He did not move.
“Please come back. Sir,” she corrected and he came. Oh god, he came right up into her mouth.
She swore she would not choke. Would not moan. Would not stop.
And she licked him. His pre-cum, a thick salty taste in her hungry mouth. His skin, ever so silken beneath her reverent lips. His cock, the thickest piece of man she would ever want to service.
And as she learned him, and he flowed with her, she felt the all-consuming drive of her other two lovers in her cunt and her ass. The erotic electric joy of it wiped out her concentration and she went with the flow of their fucking and the storm of her sucking. Her pussy pounded first, her orgasm a vaginal ripple along her groin that had Harry groaning to come in her asshole.
Her frenzy made her a madwoman to bring Will to completion and when he grunted and would have left her to release, she cried out to have him back. He shot his warm semen down her throat and she swallowed and rejoiced in her success. She’d had three men at once. A triumph of sexuality. She had won. She’d done this! She’d given him a blowjob he would remember and return for her to duplicate and better. For Jed and Harry, she’d do the same, by god. She would. For years and years to come. The past was dead and gone and this Cara Ford was a new woman. The MacRaes’ woman.
Stirring to life minutes later, Cara felt hands on her breasts, in her asshole and plucking her clit.
She groaned, ready to orgasm at their slightest provocation. “You boys will kill me with pleasure,” she chuckled, surprised at her huskiness.
The men laughed.
“You’ll thank us,” Jed offered.
“How often can I do that without sounding like a broken record?” she asked, as Will lifted her up off Jed’s cock and had her realizing they had not used a condom.
She shivered, truly belonging to them now in all ways, no barriers among them. “Where are we going?” she asked Will as he strode with her across the room.
But in the next second, she knew. He placed her in the swing. His palms sweeping her nipples, his fingers delving inside her pussy, he parted from her as he settled her ass firmly in the seat, locked her arms in the lifts and put her knees in the slings. Her whole body—her sopping wet pussy, her well-tended clit and her pouting nipples—naked and on fire, was bared for the three brothers to see.
“Pretty in pink.” Jed winked at her.
“I do want my piece of that,” Harry whispered as he focused on her aching folds.
Jed and Will fisted their own cocks to please themselves as Harry came forward and fucked her until he came and she did too in a mind-shattering shudder of ecstasy.
And then Will came and rammed inside her, once, twice, three times. Not fast, but deep and strong, each stroke was nonetheless a brand on her soul. In a minute, she came again, as wild as before. Spent, shuddering, she begged for Jed to have her, fuck her, take her up high and hard for one last time.
They had sealed their bond. The union complete.
She’d come here only days ago to deliver a misdirected package and what she had found here was a gift of a future she’d never imagined. Three lovers she never would have hoped for. Three husbands she would treasure until she died.
About the Author
What’s a gal to do if she hails from D.C., now lives deep in the heart of Texas, travels often and adores Paris, Florence, London, Tokyo and all points east and west?
Ah.
She becomes an author who can write about those romantic places! And if your sweet tooth craves spies, pirates, bodyguards and gutsy women of today and yesteryear (medieval and Regency England), then she’s the author you turn to for smoldering erotic encounters and delicious love affairs!
Her name? Cerise DeLand.
She earns top-notch reviews for her solo works and for those she writes with her friend and collaborator, Desiree Holt. What’s more, Cerise is the award-winning author of eighteen print novels of mystery,
mainstream and romance fiiction with St. Martin’s Press, Pocket Books and Kensington. Her books have been Featured Selections of The Mystery Guild, Doubleday and Rhapsody.
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