by Lana Hartley
Moaning wildly, I reach for their wrists, and grabbing them, try to force both men to press their hands against my wetness. They don’t resist me; Hunter places his hand over my pussy and Logan rests his on top of Hunter’s. I squirm as flames of ecstasy climb from my groin to the deepest corners of my mind, my back arched as I moan in sweet despair.
Hunter slides one finger inside of me in a hook motion, his fingertip searching and finding my G-spot at once. He rubs his finger there as Logan places his thumb right above my clit, caressing it softly. As Hunter starts to finger me, Logan’s circular motion starts to go faster and faster; it doesn’t take long for my moans to become lustful screams.
I grab my own breasts, realizing that I’m about to lose control. And when I say I’m about to lose control, I really mean it.
I start swaying my hips wildly from side to side, trying to match the rhythm they impose on me. I keep moving as electricity travels up my spine, jolting my brain and forcing me into a whole new dimension, one where ecstasy reigns supreme.
“Oh, God,” I find myself saying as Hunter slides one more finger inside me. He starts to move his fingers fasts, Logan pressuring hard on my clit. “OH, GOD!” I shout again, letting go of my breasts and grabbing at the sheets as fireworks explode behind my closed eyelids. I come hard, my muscles shaking violently as one of the sweetest orgasms of my life takes control of me.
I let go of the sheets, my hands darting in their direction. Placing my hands on both their heads, I grab at locks of hair harshly, not even knowing why I’m doing it. Luckily, they know better than me: Logan starts kissing my inner thighs, his lips gently resting against my skin as he traces a kissing trajectory toward my pussy. In complete unison, Hunter slides his fingers out of me and starts doing the same. I throw my head back, succumbing to the pleasure their lips are inflicting on me - and, by God, they haven’t even really started!
They keep kissing the contour of my pussy, teasing me mercilessly until I can’t take it anymore. I tug on Logan’s hair then and, as a response, I immediately feel his tongue dancing around my clit. Sparks of pleasure explode inside of my body as he licks me, and then Hunter’s tongue joins the fray: he starts licking my folds, lapping his tongue at me eagerly. I throw my head back and, with closed eyes, relish the feeling of both their mouths on my pussy.
Leaning in, Logan wraps his lips around my clit, sucking on it while applying a maddening pressure with his tongue. At the same time, Hunter starts to jab at me with his tongue, quickly sliding it in and out of my wet pussy. My hands go back to my breasts, my fingers caressing my sensitive nipples as my body burns with delight.
Before I know, I’m moaning again, my throat already complaining from the effort. I don’t care, though: I moan through it, the sound of my own voice bouncing against the walls of the room as my muscles ache to release all the tension that fills them. I let out a sudden cry as I come again, my body responding with a jerking motion: with flailing limbs, my whole body starts to twitch as they start licking me at a more gentle pace.
I try and catch my breath as waves of pleasure crash against me, but it’s not an easy task. Desire forces me to breath fast, no time for relaxation of any kind. I’m all action right now.
“I want you… To fuck me…” I whisper between breaths, the words tumbling out of my lips sweet and honeyed. I force my eyelids open and look down at them, a grin on their mouths as they pull back from my pussy. They exchange glances and, as if they’ve communicated telepathically, Logan climbs to my side and lays next to me. Hunter goes to his knees and grabs his cock, pointing it straight at my pussy as I bite my lower lip in anticipation.
Pressing his mouth against mine, Logan slides his hand down my stomach and starts rubbing my clit gently, preparing my body for impact; in a heartbeat, I feel Hunter’s tip against my inner lips, the bulbous head sliding just an inch inside of me. I sway my hips from side to side, and then try to thrust upwards, desperate to feel his thick cock inside of me. Instead of surrendering to my wishes, he simply keeps rubbing his cock’s fat head against my folds in a up and down repeating motion. Only when I’m not expecting it does he thrust, his shaft parting my folds and straining against my inner walls as it lodges itself inside of me.
“Fuck,” I growl between gritted teeth, pulling back from Logan’s kiss as Hunter’s fat cock starts to ravage me. I place one hand on Hunter’s lower back and slide it down to his ass, grabbing one hard buttock as he pounds me relentlessly; I let my other hand slide down Logan’s body until it meets his steel-hard cock. Wrapping my fingers around it, I start to jerk him viciously, my hand going back-and-forth in an erratic rhythm.
Stroking Logan, I let him keep rubbing my clit as Hunter fucks me, my mind trying to wrap itself around the fact that I have the two of them with me, their naked bodies mine to use. Even after all this time, it’s hard to believe how insanely lucky I am. Really, it’s almost impossible to describe how full my heart feels. It’s brimming with love and lust.
As Hunter keeps pounding me, I feel a burning on my clit; Logan has his finger there, but I want more. I let go of his cock and grab his hair, pushing his head down. He immediately realizes what I want and, laying his mouth on my stomach, starts kissing down towards my pussy. I almost erupt the moment he wraps his lips around my clit, Hunter’s shaft still going in and out of me. I prop myself up on my elbows, looking down as Logan sucks and licks my clit, his lips brushing against Hunter’s cock as he continues to fuck me.
I sigh loudly as, pulling back from my clit, Logan slowly adjusts himself so that his lips are right above Hunter’s cock. He lets his tongue out, and then directs his attention to my clit, sucking and licking at a frantic rhythm.
With a mighty thrust, Hunter lodges his cock deep inside of me, my body melting as he does it. I scream again, another relentless wave of pleasure coming for me and pulling me down into the depths of an almost mythical ocean of pure unbridled joy.
Blinded by this orgasm, I place one hand on Hunter’s chest and give him a gentle push. He leans slightly back, his cock sliding out of me.
I act fast then.
A shiver goes up my spine and, with a growl of desire, I position myself on all fours, swaying my ass at the two of them. Hunter is the first to act, slapping my ass with the back of his hand. But instead of simply ramming his cock inside of me, he steps to the side and opens space for Logan.
I moan as Logan runs his finger between my legs and against my labia and, a second after that, he has the tip of his cock pressed there. I jut my ass back, making him feed his cock into me. He doesn’t hold back, immediately thrusting and piercing me with the intensity of a man hell bent on driving me over the edge.
Closing my eyes, I let the sound of his thighs slapping my ass blanket my mind, the symphony of flesh on flesh a delight to my ears. I rock my body back against Logan, making him push his cock deeper into me, and let out a high pitched scream.
“Hunter,” I call out, his name coming out of my mouth almost like a moan. I look over my shoulder at him and, as our eyes lock, he immediately knows what I want. He moves closer, positioning himself right in front of me, his hard cock inches away from my face. With a devious grin, I reach for it, parting my lips and taking his cock inside my mouth. I start to suck eagerly, allowing his cock to slide deep inside my mouth as I move forward, Logan’s cock sliding out of my pussy. Then I do the opposite, rocking my body back and letting Logan pierce me as my lips roll back over Hunter’s cock.
I go like that until it becomes unbearable - my body tenses up, my rational mind shuts down and, in a heartbeat, I’m ready to explode. I take my mouth of Logan’s cock and, pleasure bursting inside of me, I let out a scream of pure ecstasy. Still, even though my body is completely burning, I don’t ease up - I grab the cock in front of me and start to stroke it harshly, Hunter still thrusting at me and sending ripples of mind numbing pleasure through my body.
Going as fast as is humanly possible, I feel Hunter tensing up as well, his cock pulsing
with such intensity inside of me that I wonder how he still hasn’t come. But I don’t have to wonder anymore - one final thrust and he stops, his fingers hooked on my waist as he remains still, his pulsing cock buried in me to the hilt. His member spasms hard inside my pussy, gushing a warm load against my inner walls. I moan as I feel that warmness coating my insides, my hand still firmly stroking Logan.
The moment I feel Hunter’s last spasms and he pulls out of me, I roll to the side, Logan’s cock still in my hands. He’s close, I can already feel it, so I reach for his cock with my mouth and start bobbing my head back and forth as fast as I can. He places his hands on my head and, the moment he does it, his cock spasms violently against the inside of my cheeks - not a second after that, he shoots his cum inside of me, filling me up completely. I keep bobbing my head, allowing him to empty his warm semen over my tongue. Only when he’s done do I pull back, slowly rolling my lips back over his cock and sucking it dry.
With a grin on my glistening lips, I look from Hunter to Logan, swallowing Logan’s cum as Hunter’s drips down my legs. I collapse on top of the mattress, my body finally surrendering to pleasant exhaustion. I roll to my back as my body hits the mattress; grabbing both men by their wrists I pull them down, making them lie by my side.
More than being the luckiest woman in the world, I’m also the happiest. And soon enough, I’ll be the luckiest and happiest mommy.
How’s that for an ending?
Dr. Single Dad
A Single Doctor & Virgin Romance
By Lana Hartley
Copyright 2018 by Dark Princess Press
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.
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Elia
I groan as my phone rings. It’s too early for people to be calling, but I roll over and slap my hand on my nightstand to reach for my phone to stop the noise. I squint an eye open so I can swipe the screen to accept the call, then roll over to lie on my side and press the phone to my ear.
“Hello?”
There’s a short silence. I hear Dana on the other line. “If you’re still asleep, you better get out of bed right now, Elia.”
My eyes snap open and I sit upright. I move too fast and fall off my single bed.
“I’m up! What time is it?”
“It’s half past eight.”
I stumble off the floor with my phone still in my hand. No wonder she woke me up.
“I told you to make sure that you’re on time because I have a dentist appointment to go to today. Now I’ve missed it.”
My heart thumps and I try to stop my racing thoughts and make words happen. “I’m awake now, let me get ready. Promise I’ll be there soon.”
Dana pauses for a second and I wonder if the warning shot is coming or if I’ll get fired right on the spot. “Just come as soon as you can.”
I try to feel relieved…but I’m still stressed out. I mumble out my gratitude and try to get my bearings. “Thanks. Sorry!”
I hang up and rush to the bathroom for a quick shower. I hop out as quick as I hopped in and grab some clothes, a dress with heels, and a jacket and scarf on my way out. Just as I’m about to leave, I remember my phone. I nearly forgot to take it.
The stupid phone’s old and barely works, so my alarm didn’t ring. It’s not the first time this has happened, which is probably why Dana called me. It’s a good thing she did, otherwise I wouldn’t be going to work at all because I’m exhausted, which seems to be a bad habit of mine lately.
I run to the elevator. Luckily, it arrives fast and I run outside to start looking for a taxi. I could probably run all the way to work, if I wasn’t wearing heels. What the heck was I thinking? That’s the problem, I’m not thinking straight. My leg is bouncing up and down nervously and I’m chewing my lip like it’s my breakfast.
I’m just about to give up when I see a cab coming. I breathe a sigh of relief and raise my hand to hail it. It stops on the curb. I climb in and give the driver the address.
As I buckle up, I say, “I’m actually in a bit of a hurry. Do you mind stepping on it?”
He waves his chubby fingers in the air and says, “Sure thing sweetheart.”
As promised, he steps on the gas. The journey’s a few minutes and the only thing on my mind is sleeping. I rub my eyes and force myself to lean back in my seat and open my purse.
I have my old phone and a Kindle. I bought the Kindle recently, and it’s the one luxury I’ve allowed myself in a while. Mainly because I’m crazy about reading. Besides, it’s in better shape than my phone.
“Sorry, love. There’s a bit of traffic.”
I peer out the window and see that he’s right. There’s traffic. And not a little, a lot.
“Seems as if there was an accident or something?”
Great. Just my luck.
I can’t afford to be in a taxi, and the meter’s running while we’re stuck in traffic. I pull my Kindle out of my purse and select one of the three books I’m reading at the moment.
“We’re here, love,” says the driver suddenly.
Holy crap! Forty dollars for a taxi ride? When did that happen? I quickly go through my purse and pull the bills, and I hesitate handing them over. It feels as though I’m giving him my life savings.
As I hand over the cash and thank the driver, I have a different sense of panic, thinking about the money I just spent. I could have bought a new phone. I can’t believe that it’s nearly ten and I’m even later than I thought I’d be from the time I woke up this morning. My body’s trembling as I stall outside the door. I know I’m wasting even more time.
I glimpse inside the store, and suddenly my legs are moving fast to get me inside.
I see Dana talking to someone in a suit. Normally, there’s no one interesting in the store. Certainly not a guy in a dark gray suit, with dark hair and attractive green eyes.
I walk in, interrupting the conversation he’s having with Dana. “Good morning.”
Dana stares at me. I’m not looking directly at her, but at the tall, dark-haired stranger in front of her. I’m drawn to him and flirting is second nature. When I realize that I’m blowing my boss off and my nerves went from shot to jumpy, I know at this point that I have to roll with it. So I stretch out my hand and say, “I’m Elia.”
Instead of shaking my hand, the stranger raises my hand to his mouth. He kisses my knuckles. It sends a jolt through my body.
“A pleasure to meet you, Elia,” he says, lips brushing my hand before he raises his eyes and smirks, probably at my blushing face.
Dana seems kind of mesmerized by the strangeness of this moment, and it seems to keep her from firing me now. She looks at her phone and distractedly introduces the stranger. “Elia, this is the potential new owner. He’s buying the bookstore. Seeing as you’ve decided to show up for work, I’ll be heading off. You can work for a change. I’ll be back tomorrow.”
I don’t hear her. The only thing that’s on my mind is that this guy’s going to be my boss, and if I’m not mistaken, he’s flirting with me.
Maybe working here isn’t so bad after all. I’m so embarrassed that Dana said all those things…worse that they’re sorta true. I do work hard, but I’ve just been so bummed lately. I don’t want this potential new owner to think, hey, fire this dipshit. If I could summon any energy, I’d worry about that more. But I’m staring into those emerald pools of his and trying to breathe normally and not project a serious case of ogling crazy eyes.
Eric
If this is what owning the bookstore means, then I’m glad that I’ve decided to make this investment. This newcomer, Elia, that just walked in a few minutes ago is go
rgeous, and she’s flirting with me like crazy.
I’m still holding her hand after I pressed my lips to it. She snatches it back. I almost laugh when she holds it tenderly against her chest, her face growing redder by the second. Elia can’t seem to decide if she wants to be flirting with me or not, and I like the idea that she’s losing her self-control right now. That’s always a good effect to have on women.
“What time were you supposed to start?” I ask. “I can see that Dana’s pretty frustrated, must have been a while ago.” I can’t help but tease her.
“You’re looking to buy the place, huh?”
I avoid her question, seeing as she avoided mine.
“You must be more than a little late to just be coming into work.” I continue teasing her, making a serious face as best I can, though a smile is tugging at the corners of my mouth. “Or do you guys work in shifts? Because I’ve been here with your friend for more than an hour, and she’s been doing all the work on her own. Where have you been, Elia?” I emphasize her name just see the effect it might have on her.
But she’s no longer flirting, crossing her arms now. She narrows her eyes at me for a second.
“My alarm didn’t go off. My phone’s old and I should probably buy a new one since this isn’t the first time it’s happened. If Dana hadn’t woken me up, then who knows what time I would’ve got in!” Elia sounds exasperated, which is pretty much the worse thing to be when starting your workday. She shakes her head. “To make matters worse, there was traffic on the way.”
“If you’d been here on time, then you wouldn’t have been stuck in traffic.” Yeah. I couldn’t help myself.
She’s lost for words, momentarily.
Elia looks adorable when she’s flustered but I should probably stop teasing her…soon. “I didn’t even know the store was for sale. Ryan never said that she was selling. How do I know that you’re buying it? You could be looking for bookstore secrets.” She waves a book at me.
