by Daphne Dawn
“Fuck, no!” exclaims Franco.
“Not me,” laughs Antonio.
“Definitely not,” I answer her, looking at my throbbing cock.
“Good,” she says, running a finger across the edge of her glass. “Because I really want to do what we did the first night.”
She looks so shy and sweet, yet somehow fierce at the same time. I think my cock can’t get any harder.
“You know…all three of you, in me at the same time? Can we do that again?”
I was wrong about my cock. It can get harder. It doesn’t just thicken with desire; it starts to ache as I think about being inside her again.
I imagine how she looks with all three of us filling her.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.” Franco finishes his wine in one gulp, leading the way.
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Franco
I lead the way to the bedroom and turn on the soft lights that illuminate the bed. I pull off my shirt and turn around to watch the others.
Sofia comes in wearing only the white lace top stockings, the pale, icy lace and silk playing against the perfection of her skin.
With my cock hardening and nearing explosion, I watch her walk over to me. She wraps her arms around my neck, burying my face in her breasts. I grab her waist and start licking her nipples, teasing her big tits with my teeth.
Marco and Antonio must be getting their suits off. I feel Sofia go rigid in my arms and look down to see that one of my brothers has taken advantage of her exposed ass. She opens her legs, feet sliding on the floor from her stockings as Antonio gets between her legs, eating her pussy and her ass.
I lean down and stick two fingers into her as Antonio pulls her towards him, getting on his knees. She gasps and I cover her mouth with mine, kissing her deeply, my tongue plunging in and working at her lips.
Wet mouth on mine, hand full of wet pussy. It doesn’t get any better than this.
Marco sits down on the bed next to me. I grip Sofia’s shoulders and run my tongue over her tits again, biting her gently on the nipples so she cries out.
“Stop distracting me,” she says with a small frown between her brows. “I want all of you…all of you in me at once!”
She grips my arms hard as Antonio keeps eating her ass and pussy. Her eyes are wide and begging.
“I feel like my pussy is on fire…my clit is like lightning. I need you all—all at once. It’s the only time I’ll feel truly satisfied…Please!” Her plea becomes a shriek as Antonio gets his lips deep inside and pulls her back towards his face.
I slip down to the floor, turning Sofia to me. As I pull her on my lap, I make sure Marco has a good angle behind me. Slowly, I slide Sofia on my cock, leaning back against the bed as I grip her arms.
Antonio comes up behind her, shuffling forward on his knees. He grabs her shoulders and pushes his way in. He wriggles closer until she’s pinned between us, tits pushing hard against my chest, arms around my shoulders. She whimpers as we begin to bounce and grind, finding a rhythm where we can both get a good thrust.
“So good,” her hot breath grazes my ear, “so hard.” She licks down the side of my neck, nibbling and teasing with her tongue.
Antonio is balanced with one hand on her shoulder, and one on the floor as he slides in and out of her ass. I lean back fully on the bed, getting my hips wide to point my big, hard cock straight up into her. She tries to writhe and thrust, and pounds my shoulders in frustration.
“Marco! Your cock!”
I feel him move behind me on the bed.
She slips upward and away from our cocks. Both Antonio and I grab a shoulder, forcing her hot, tight wet holes back down.
Forcing to lean forward off the bed, Marco slowly feeds his cock into her waiting mouth.
My right hand is on her shoulder, my left on her hip. Antonio is doing the same and we both thrust as far as we can into her, fighting each other.
Sofia reaches up and moans deep in her throat with tears running from her eyes as she opens wide for Marco. He puts a hand on her head and starts to ram from the hips. I can feel her pussy fluttering way down deep.
There is a low growl coming from deep in her chest. Her hot, wet pussy is starting to grip and clench at my cock.
I growl myself, lust taking over my body as I try to fuck her as hard as I can. She’s held tight between me, Antonio and Marco. I’m so happy to be the one in her pussy this time. From here, I can tell how much she just loves being fucked. Her cunt is starting to pulse, and she’s trying to scream as I feel her jerking in my hands.
As her pussy starts to spasm, I hear Marco gasping above me, “Oh, God, eat me! Eat my cum, Sofia!” He grips her head and slams his cock down her throat. I see her swallowing as hard as she can. Her lips and mouth reach out, searching, as Marco pulls away and falls exhausted on the bed.
Her body is going into throes of multiples now. Antonio yells, jerking from his hips, forcing her shoulders towards me as he pounds her ass. I wait patiently, loving the hot wet clenching of her pussy.
She’s moaning senselessly now as the orgasms pile up. Antonio grips her shoulders hard. He gives one last and impossibly deep thrust, then pulls out of her to lie back on the floor.
I look at the beautiful woman on my lap. I can feel her pussy gripping my cock tightly. I’m in her so deep there’s nowhere left to go. She looks at me and smiles.
I slide forward, pushing her back until she’s laying on the floor. I grab one shoulder and put my other hand at her waist. I start thrusting almost all the way out, then slamming back in as hard as I can.
She screams and claws the floor.
Her pussy is so hot and wet and squeezing the cum out of me as I fill her up again, jerking my hips hard against hers.
I fall against her for a few moments, senseless. Then I pick her up gently and put her on the bed next to Marco. Antonio jumps on to the bed and I slip in next to him. Sofia opens her arms to include us all in her embrace and we wrap ourselves around her.
This is fucking perfection. Life doesn’t get better than this.
Epilogue
I walk up to the boys from the front of the house. They haven’t seen me yet. They’re sitting in the courtyard just outside the kitchen. It hadn’t been used much before I moved in, as the boys were always too busy.
Now that it’s the four of us running the business, we’ve found that there’s always time to enjoy a few hours together.
I personally had the deck fixed up, planted new flowers and had it re-paved with light grey rock. The dining set is comfortable, just perfect for lounging on a hot day. Over-hanging branches of sweet wisteria add a cooling shade. It’s very warm today, and the boys are sitting around the table, drinking iced tea.
I know they’re waiting for me. I savor the view of them talking and laughing. They have no idea I’m watching, and I’m letting my eyes feast on how beautiful and different they all are.
My loose, soft white dress tosses about me in the breeze. My hair falls around my face, and I lightly brush it away.
I’ve never felt as comfortable and safe as I do here. I know it’s not just the beauty and security of the old mansion. It’s my three boys and how they make me feel loved.
It’s been over a year since it all went down. The senator was arrested during the gala dinner and dragged in. He only stayed in jail for one night. He had excellent legal representation and got out on bail.
By then, all the Watch Dogs had come crawling out of the cracks and ran after him like ink on a page. The cops didn’t have time to move.
The amount of people he hurt was unbelievable. Agents like Sammy who had been on the run. Innocent men set up and forced into crime. People seeking help and refuge who were put to work in his sex factories.
Once he got out on bail, there was no stopping it. As if they were born bounty hunters, every single person he had double crossed came after him.
It was Sammy that got him, on a cliff outside his private mansion, about to take off in a helicopter. S
he shot him as it was taking off, and his body fell into the ocean.
Sammy runs the agency now. She knows more about the senator and his dark deals than anyone else. It made her an excellent spy and an even better boss. I would’ve been more than happy to work for her, but I’ve retired from spy work.
I have plenty of things to keep me busy.
The boys still run the business, but it’s all for charity now. Marco takes sick children out for a ride in his Ferrari and his private jet. He organizes adventures for people and helps them get into all sorts of mischief.
Antonio paints all day and puts on art shows and raffles off paintings for vast sums of money.
Franco still runs the escorts. No street hookers or forced prostitution anywhere in sight. All our escort girls are well-paid and top class.
I help out with all the paper work, mostly working from home. Old Reginald still helps me out with venues, and we plan lavish balls together. Everyone wants to be invited. Everyone wants to put their money into the cause. All of the publicity with the senator only made the boys more famous. The more news it got, the more people pledged to help the family.
Family.
I smile as I step forward from my hiding spot, walking towards the boys as they laugh and joke and sip their iced tea. Marco sees me first and jumps up, knocking his chair to the ground. The others look up immediately and come rushing over.
In seconds, I’m surrounded by their arms and their kisses. Marco supports me with his arm and Antonio takes the other side. Franco kneels down in front of me and rubs my belly, grinning like a fool.
“Well?” he asks. Marco looks intently at my face, and Antonio smiles, hugging me close.
I can’t speak for a moment. I’m so overwhelmed by the feeling of being loved by such gorgeous men.
“Is everything okay?” Marco is starting to get worried.
I laugh and nod. “Yes. Everything’s fine. I’m perfectly healthy.”
“And the baby?” Antonio asks, putting his hand over Franco’s. They rub my belly gently. I’m only a few months along, but my belly is swelling considerably. The boys have been so scared that something was wrong, but we know the reason now.
“Babies,” I say quietly, my grin stretching across my face as I look at each of them.
“Babies!” They all exclaim at exactly the same time. I lean back into their arms as the three of them usher me over to the table. Marco sits me down and puts a cushion under my back, while Franco pulls over another chair and puts a cushion on it so I could prop up my feet. Antonio pours some iced tea and brings it to me.
“How many?” Marco asks as he stares at me. Antonio kneels beside my chair as I take the iced tea. He grips my hand as I take a sip.
“How many, Sofia?” Antonio looks like he’s about to cry.
I put my tea down and smile up at my boys.
“Three,” I say softly. “Three babies.”
They go wild, slapping each other on the back, hugging me, hugging each other, yelling nonsense. I can’t stop laughing.
“Wait, wait!” I wave my hands. “That’s not the end of it yet!”
Stunned, they turn back to me, gathering around my chair again.
“They’re all boys.”
The laughter and wild yelling starts up again, and I can’t stop laughing. I never thought I’d be worthy of the love of one man, let alone three. I never thought my heart could be so full.
We’re a family, and we’re going to be a big one.
Looks like life can only get better from this—and it’s about to.
Wanted: Big Bad Single Dad
A Billionaire Matchmaker Romance
By Daphne Dawn & Natalie Knight
Copyright 2017 by Crimson Vixens
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 intended for adults only.
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Aaron
My laptop is my fucking life.
No, but seriously. It’s how I keep my business at the top of the industry. It’s how I stay ahead in the game.
My laptop is key to who Aaron Bennett is.
And I, Aaron Bennett, am the fucking king of the internet.
Self-proclaimed, of course, but my opinion goes a long way if you ask the people closest to me. And I don’t even have to pay them to say it.
It’s early morning, and I’m leaning over my marbled white granite kitchen counter, my laptop screen casting a white glow over my face.
What’s a billionaire doing, slaving over his laptop while the sun is barely up, you ask?
Well, let me tell you. Billionaires don’t become fucking billionaires for nothing. Not unless they’re born and bred in the back pockets of their filthy rich parents, learning to read balance sheets before they’ve begun reciting the alphabet.
No. The reason I’m a fucking pro at my job, the reason I’m drowning in more cash than anyone needs in one lifetime, is because I work my ass off.
I guess you can say I like micromanaging my own business. But that’s how I roll. I employ the very best to do their very best―but I still dip in the waters, treading to make sure there isn’t any trash in my sea of people.
My self-assigned job is to catfish unsuspecting, pussy-whipped billionaires. I know, I know. Can’t imagine a fucking CEO doing the dirty work, can you?
Well, you haven’t met me. And I’ll be the first to tell you, if you did, you’d have the same reaction to me all the women do. You know, ready to drop to your knees at the snap of my fingers. Anyway, back to my job.
I fucking love it, even though I’m a dude.
Think of it as being an actor, only I’m behind the scenes. I talk to high-rolling losers who are both new and regular clients of my website, making sure they’re not treating any of my female clients like shit or taking advantage of my employees.
That’s the kind of fucking CEO I am.
I’m here to make sure Thebadboys.net stays afloat, with the competition trailing far behind. Preferably drowning and close to death.
I also have a standard to uphold. Thebadboys.net isn’t the premier billionaire dating site in the world by mistake. No, I make sure we only host the best of the best clients. Which is why I’ve developed my online persona to lure them in. It’s quality assurance, plain and simple.
Yes, I’m both the owner and a “client” of Thebadboys.net. And yes, it’s exactly like it fucking sounds: dirty shit in the sexiest ways possible.
Besides, it’s good for the brain. So much better than Sudoku. It helps let my creative juices flow in the cover-up name I’ve built from the ground up: Ms. Winters.
She’s a seductress, a temptress, and a sexy ass bitch―but she’s one-hundred percent made up.
If I’m being honest, that’s part of the thrill of the job, getting a kick out of cat fishing these assholes and making sure they keep throwing money at my feet. Well, Ms. Winters’ feet, at least.
I’ve just finished checking my e-mails and making sure I’m not missing anything. It’s a free day―the rare, once-in-a-year day that I don’t have any fucking meetings. Usually, I’m being whisked away in my limousine from one restaurant to another, meeting investors and advertisers and other big money men in black suits, looking to make bigger money so they can buy more black suits.
But today, I’m off. So I decide I can stop being Aaron Bennett early and start my day as Ms. Winters. I log onto the site as soon as I close my e-mail window.
My morning routine is the same ritualistic bullshit that probably mirrors ninety percent of executives out there in the workforce.
I yawn sleepily and scratch the scruff on my face. I guess I need to shave p
retty soon.
I glance at my reflection through the screen, at my dark straight hair tousled almost artfully. It’s a little chilly in the room, the cold air touching my abs and making me shiver. I sleep naked, since that’s always how my bedroom guests want me, anyway…
What do you expect from a workaholic CEO with washboard abs and enough money to buy any-fucking-thing I want? Of course women come knocking at my door all the time.
Wait, that’s not accurate. They schedule appointments with my executive assistant first.
But since there’s no pretty mouth waiting to wake me up with a morning blow today, I settle with how the rest of the country usually starts their day.
That means I’m waiting for my saving grace, my life-link.
The reason I keep on going.
My coffee.
Yes, it’s caffeine and not blood that runs through my veins. It’s my drug, the way I get supercharged and pumped for another exciting day at the office.
I’m right in the middle of entering my site password when my fancy-ass coffee machine beeps, music to my fucking ears.
My coffee is ready, and as I pour myself a refreshing mug, I relish in the smell of that French roast filling my nostrils like fucking perfection.
I take a moment to space out and savor the first few sips of the sustenance that gives me life before I chain myself back to my desk, ready to belt out some work in my new supercharged state of mind.
That’s when my mind drifts to Ben—my son. I miss the little guy like crazy, but he’s in the best place he can be right now. At the premier boarding school in the country. Ever since my wife died three years ago, we both really had a hard time. I work too fucking hard to be both a mother and a father to him, so after a lot of consideration, I decided to send him to the same prestigious school I attended.
