by J. L. Beck
Joel, deep within the more traditional hole, my pussy traditionally milking him. Every bit of his seed, everything that was in his balls, it felt like the walls of my sex squeezed out of him. I felt blast after blast.
All of us were at our climax together. All of us relishing the bodies of one another. I never expected my dream of having the Pierce twins to come true.
I definitely never expected to enjoy it like this.
What felt like an eternity soon passed. I wanted it to be longer.
Yet for as long as it went, I hung on.
As much as I desired forever, nothing lasted that long.
Soon, Joel had to step away, his seed leaking out of me. It brought a small smile to my face that one of their seed had already taken hold, and this was just the cherry on top of everything else. I would relish my regular injections from both of them, regardless of my current fertility.
Logan gently set me down on a table, for lack of a better surface. I felt his cum leaking out of my ass, too. God, I felt like such a slut right then and there, two pools of two separate men's semen leaking out of me.
It was a good feeling.
The two of them laid down beside me. It wasn't the most comfortable of places, but as long as we were together, everything would be just fine.
Joel's arm draped over my breasts, Logan's over my ass. I was ready to fall asleep and dream such sweet dreams with them.
The world is a bit of an asshole, though.
A siren went off. A woman’s voice came on over the intercom. Something about a fire between Main and Prince Street.
"Fuck." Logan pushed himself up. "Fuck, couldn't just let me enjoy this?"
"Just be happy it didn't catch us in the act itself." Joel followed suit. He stood up and stretched.
I just smiled their way. "I'm not going anywhere. Go get that cat out of the tree or whatever this is."
"God, I came so hard my legs kinda ache," Joel said.
"Pansy. You’ll be fine," Logan fired back.
"She milked me something fierce, man. You know how tight she is when we do that?"
"I'll find out sometime soon, I'm sure."
I smiled their way as they rushed to get dressed. Time was of the essence for them. It really did make my time with them all the sweeter.
They were going on to dangerous things, but they would be fine.
Maybe the thoughts of me would pull them through.
I had faith in them.
The world wasn't cruel enough to take them from me. Not after it had given me the joys it had tonight.
I collapsed onto that table. They complained of sore legs, but my entire body was spent. I didn't care if anyone wandered in and gazed upon my naked, sweaty, cum-soaked body.
I was in heaven, and that's all that mattered.
Peace.
It's really underrated, especially when you're a new parent.
Babies want a whole lot of attention, and of course, you want to give it to them. You don't want to fail them. You want to be the best parent possible, even if you're not old enough to legally drink yet.
Little Rich was snoring away. This meant I could get back to the cooking.
Jeremy was coming over in a few hours, and I was doing the early preparations for Mrs. Pierce's famous pizza. Apparently, it took letting some dough sit out, so I was preparing it first.
Yeah, Jeremy got over it.
He'd been stressed out relentlessly by his job. You add that to his protectiveness of me, it was easy to see. He had seen the twins use other girls as if they were toys, and this sort of jaded him, making him afraid that they would take my heart and stomp on it, too.
Then, though, he saw something that really destroyed such a notion.
I was pregnant, yet they were still there. They wanted to be a part of my life. They showed me affection. Lots of affection.
To the point I wondered if they had a bit of a preggo fetish, really.
For now, though, I was unable to fulfill that fantasy.
For now.
Who knew if I’d fulfill it again a few months, because a year and a few months in, we still hadn’t gotten around to using protection.
At this point, I didn’t think I could really live without my regular injections from them. It was such an important part of my life now.
The front door to our newly bought home opened, and my two men came through, fresh off a long shift.
"I'm not hearing crying. Where's the crying? Is the kid okay?" Logan joked as he came in and immediately rushed over to me, grabbing me by the hips.
"Yeah, he's out like a light for a change. So I got the dough started."
"You remember the yeast?" Joel said as he came my way, standing to my side and urging me to turn so he could embrace me, too.
I quickly obliged.
"Yes. We wait a few hours and you have your perfectly aged yeast, Joel."
"Good. Only the best for you...and the rest of my family, too, I guess."
Sure, we weren't technically married. We couldn't really decide how we wanted to manage that, given the law tended to frown on unions that exceeded two people.
Some tax benefits and a piece of paper, though, seemed so secondary to just enjoying what we had.
"What you're telling me, Tate," Joel began, "is that we have dinner prepared, the kid sleeping, and the house to ourselves for an hour or two?"
"More or less, yeah."
"Whelp, then I know what we're doing with those two hours."
A kiss on my lips, and then Logan sweeping me off my feet decided how we were about to spend our free time. My shirt was already being hiked up over my head, and feeling their hands all over my body was already making me giddy with anticipation.
These two couldn't get enough of me. This was my life now—endless lust, endless love, and everything in between.
I really wouldn't have it any other way.
Punishing Their Virgin
A Reverse Harem Romance
J.L. Beck
Three gorgeous, possessive, over the top alpha’s that want to share me, who want to punish me.
I’m a bad girl, a very, very bad girl and I’ve got my sights set on the Maxwell brothers. They’re three of the hottest billionaires in New York and they also happen to be my bosses.
It’s always been my dream to be taken by more than one man, but I never thought I’d want three. I’d been saving myself for someone extraordinary and never thought I find three such men.
There’s Jake, the dominant alpha, that wants to spank me. Micah, the sensitive alpha that makes love to my mouth in a way no man ever has before and least we forget Trevor the fun, try anything alpha, he’s willing to try anything, at least once.
When they find out their sweet, little assistant is still a virgin and better yet, she has a few fantasies she wants to fulfill, they promise nothing but pleasure, mixed with a little bit of punishment.
Bad girls get spanked, good girls get spanked, and *ucked and even though I want to be a bad girl, I definitely want all three of them at the same time.
Maxwell Industries! I got the job! After 3 interviews and one where I thought I fucked it up, I still got it. Executive Assistant to Jake Maxwell himself. I knew very little about him and hoped he at least, wouldn’t be old and stuffy. Like even if he were old, maybe he would be nice and have a great sense of humor. The salary was a plus, better than I’d made at any of my former jobs.
Today would be my first day. I hope I don’t screw up. I’ve dressed in a neat pencil skirt knee length and a nice white blouse. Low heels and my hair in a bun. I didn’t want to look too sexy and appear like I’m trying to be seductive.
I don’t know how to act too sexy really. I have some experience with guys, but they were college guys and wanted up and into my skirt. I vowed that it would have to be someone spectacular that would make it all the way with me. So far, no one has been even a spark over great.
I promised my mom I would only give it away to someone special, someone
that makes my heart skidder as she called it. Also most guys are so predictable and some of them so lame, that even at 24, I am still a virgin. I feel okay about it, even though it really isn’t normal. I feel like it’s the right thing and that I have plenty of time and won’t just throw it away or waste it on a lame experience where I will always think of it as a mistake.
Don’t get me wrong. I have my toys in my nightstand next to my bed. I even watch porn sometimes. I’m not sexless, I just don’t have sex.
Excited, I dab on a bit of concealer then just lip gloss and eyeliner. I don’t want to appear like a made up Barbie with too much color on my face. I want be respected. I know I will have to earn that and I fully intend to. I know how offices are, businesses. How some women climb the ladder by climbing up on a desk and doing the boss. Nope. I wouldn’t do that.
Grabbing my keys, phone and briefcase, I set off to work. At—MAXWELLL INDUSTRIES! Can you tell I’m excited? I’m just bursting with it.
After the short drive, as luckily, I live only a few blocks away, I enter the lobby. It is impressive. I admit it nearly made me speechless when I came here for my first interview. Marble floors, all brass and glass.
I proudly flash my badge at the security desk.
The security guard winks at me, grabs it and slides it across the digital bar coder. “There you go, Ms. Hawkins, welcome to Maxwell.” He hands me my card back.
Clipping it to my blouse, I grin at him. “Thank you umm…” I read his nametag. “…Bert.”
I turn and head for the elevator.
The doors opens and there stood a man…I gasp. Well, maybe a god?
Tall, broad shouldered and an easy smile. And muscled to walls of muscle!
He steps aside to allow me in.
I get in and stare at the button panel, suddenly my marching on to the new job anthem fades away and I’m wondering who this man is.
“What floor?” he asks.
Oh, that voice, it is like liquid heat. I gulp and answer, “The top?”
He chuckles and hits the 12th floor button. “You don’t sound sure,” he teases.
I suck in a breath. Do not turn and look. I bet his smile is panty melting. My head starts turning. NO! But it’s too late.
His smile is dazzling. The kind that makes your knees weak.
SEE! You looked you dumbass. You cannot get the hots for some guy that maybe works here.
“So,” he speaks again in that hot, honey coated smooth as silk voice. “Are you new here?”
I nod.
“Really? First day?”
I again, nod. My vocal chords decide not to work cause this man’s scent just entered my space and delicious is the first word that floats through my dazed mind.
“Shy are you?” he says in a low tone.
I bite at my lip and feel determined to prove otherwise. “Umm, no. But you know how first day jitters are.”
He laughs.
Oh now, I have to turn my head and stare. His laugh is so rich and like makes my skin rise up with goosebumps.
Buzz cut blond and dancing blue eyes.
I stare and hope drool isn’t forming at the sides of my lips.
“If you’re working on the top floor, you got old man Maxwell. He is such an ass.”
I keep my mouth shut. Not going there. No opinions or office gossip, second rule of professionalism, after the no co-worker affair rule.
“So, you must be the new EA?” he asks after a moment of silence from me.
There, he already guessed it and I’d better keep in line here since it’s obvious he already doesn’t like my new boss. “Umm, yes.”
“Mmm…” He leans in close.
Oh, My God! His scent is so…Whew, it is hot in this elevator!
“Well, he’s gone through many assistants. You just have to have thick skin.”
My gut clenches and I’m not sure if it is because of the heat coming off this sexy wall of muscle or if it’s because of what he is telling me. “H-he’s mean?” I ask in a small voice.
Silence from behind me.
I turn to look.
He isn’t smiling anymore. “I was just teasing. I’m sorry if I upset you.”
I nod. Not really coming up with any kind of pithy reply or any reply as I turn my head forward again. Looking into this guy’s cobalt eyes would be a very bad idea.
“My name is Trevor, and if you need any help, like being new and not knowing like where the copy room is…I will be your guide.”
I blink as I stare at the floor numbers going by. So he does work here. Damn. No office flings. Too bad, as he is yummy. Not that I would have a fling, but this would be the first time it EVER crossed my mind. I wonder why? I roll my eyes at the dumb question and smile. “Well, thank you Trevor.”
DING!
I jump a little at the sound and I’m not sure if I feel relief or disappointment that the ride with sexy honey voice is over.
He steps out and takes a step back to look at me.
Oh, man. I know my cheeks are flaming.
“Damn,” he mutters under his breath. He nods and strolls away.
I try to compose myself, as I do believe the look he just gave me made my panties wet. No…not on my first day. I mean why would I pack a second pair in my briefcase? I didn’t and I now hope I don’t see him too soon. I get out and look around. HUGE. That is the word, monstrously huge. The offices go on forever. I’d never been here as I interviewed on a different floor.
“Hey!” a woman calls to me.
I walk over and smile.
“I’m Dottie.” She smiles back, an older woman with brown hair and a heart shaped face. “I will be your coordinator. Jenna Hawkins, correct?”
I nod, still feeling nervous as hell so I keep a smile plastered on my lips.
“Okay, well follow me.” She turns and walks down a long wide hall.
We go by at least twenty offices.
Finally, we arrive at a wide open space.
“Here is your desk,” she announces.
I stare.
The whole area is so large. Plants everywhere. All elegantly furnished. My desk is also large and classy. “Wow,” I let it slip out.
Dottie chuckles. “Yes, it’s very nice. Mr. Maxwell insists on only the best.”
I move forward and set my briefcase on the desk.
“So, in a few minutes, I will give you the tour then this afternoon, you can meet Mr. Maxwell.”
“Okay.”
“I will be back.” She waves and heads back down the large hall.
I’m stunned. I just stare around and smile like a dummy.
“Hello.”
I turn at the voice. Then for the second time today, I lose my breath.
Another striking male. Dark hair, emerald eyes, and a sweet smile.
He grins. “So, you are the new EA?”
I nod.
He shakes his head. “Oh, man. Old man Maxwell isn’t going to…” He stops speaking. “I’m Micah.” He extends his hand.
I know better than to touch him. The man is so dammed cute and I know his hand will be warm and somehow comforting. I reach out and clasp his hand.
His eyes widen a bit as a shock sparks us both. He laughs and drops my hand. “These carpets.”
I shiver a little and nod. Yeah, the carpets, not that hot skin from your strong hand. Where are they getting these men? Is there something in the water coolers here? Like is it a requirement to be a hot male to work here or something?
“Hello?” He waves his hand in my face to get my attention.
I blink and let out a giggle. Stupid, looking like a dork again. “Uh yeah, I’m—”
“Jenna Hawkins,” he finishes for me.
My eyes widen. He knows my name?
“It’s there on your badge.” He motions to my blouse.
“Oh…” I gaze around. Again, I am attempting to NOT look at yet another hot guy. This is painful. I mean when have I seen men like this, or had a chance to? And now because they
work where I do, I have to avoid looking? So unfair.
“Well, if you need any help. My office is just a few doors down the hall, okay?” His beautiful eyes try to lock with mine.
I am snared by them they are like emeralds, they really are. I smile. “Okay.”
He turns then stops to look at me. “And if old man Maxwell gives you a hard time, just ignore it, okay? His bark is worse than his bite.” He gives me a green eyed wink and heads down the hall.
I stare at his back and those long legs. His stride is so confident, yet graceful. The man could be on billboards, or doing underwear ads. I shake my head. I wonder what he looks like in JUST underwear? STOP! You are actually staring and fantasizing him with no clothes on!
I turn to my desk and again, have to compose myself. Old man Maxwell giving me a hard time? This is the second time it has been said that he is tough. I let out a sigh. It might be harder than I thought to win his respect.
I go around the desk and sit in the seat. Oh, wow. The chair is one of those Lumbar friendly perfect chairs. Well, at least the eye candy as in Micah and Trevor is appealing and this chair rocks! Maybe it won’t be all that bad?
I get up and explore the file cabinets. There are super comfy chairs for people to sit in as they wait to see old man Maxwell. I shake my head. You need to not think or say that. It is Mr. Maxwell and at least he is old, cause another hot man is the last thing I need. There are already two that will so distract me every time they come around, which will be often I hope with dear hope. I giggle again. I may not be able to touch but who would want to miss the eye candy strutting around?
“Alrighty then…” Dottie walks up and pulls me from my mental wandering through eye candy land. “Let’s take the tour of the areas you will need to be in.”
I beam at her and try again, to force confidence to the surface. “Yes, ma’am.” And I follow her out.
I don’t have to be into the office until this afternoon, so I did lay around in bed for a bit, but I feel antsy. Too many stressors. Taking over Maxwell Industries has changed my life 180 degrees. I need to focus on one task at a time.
Out of the three of us, I was chosen by dad to lead. Being the oldest was part of it, but I’m like my dad in more ways than my brothers. Is that a good thing? Hell, yeah. He made billions out of 5 bucks, or so the story goes.
