Triple Threat_An MFMM Romance

by Daphne Dawn

  “Sweetheart,” he says and smiles as he kisses me. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  The next few seconds spill over into minutes. The minutes might be hours. Before I know it, I’m coming around Braden’s cock, hard and fast and without any restraint.

  Braden fucks me through the orgasm like he was made to wrack my body with pleasure. Like he’s taking out every last ounce of pent up frustration over the last few days and letting it loose on my cunt in the form of orgasm after orgasm after glorious orgasm.

  “Baby,” he breathes in my ear, “I’m close. I’m so fucking close.”

  “Give it to me,” I moan. “Give me your cum. Put it all in me. Fill me up—”

  “I love you, Jenna. I fucking love you.”

  “I love you too, Braden. Now come for me. Come for me. Fucking—”

  He lets loose on me, like the way his car raced past all the others when the afterburner kicked in. One minute we’re fucking, the next we’re flying.

  His cum pours into me, deeper than I’ve ever known. My cunt takes it all like it’s hungry for his seed, like it needs to be filled.

  Like my body want to be bred.

  I drain him. Completely. I take every drop of Braden’s cum inside my pussy, and he grabs my ankles while he gives it to me.

  He takes them in his hands and uses them as leverage to push his cum as deep inside me as my body will allow. He holds them thereafter, like he’s trying to tilt all of his cum directly into my womb.

  “I love you,” he keeps saying, over and over like a mantra. A prayer. “I love you. I love you. I fucking love you.”

  “I love you too.” I half laugh, half sob as he collapses against me.

  I shower him with kisses, more than either of us can count. It’s like I can’t stop. I can’t get enough of the feel of my lips against his skin.

  “There,” he says with a hard, final thrust. “Now you’re mine.”

  “Oh, honey. I was yours a long time ago.”

  “Hours?”

  “Days. At the very least.”

  He doesn’t respond. He just buries his face in my breasts, kissing whatever skin he can find.

  “It might not take, you know,” I remind him. Pregnancy is a weird thing, after all. I don’t want him to get his hopes up if a few weeks from now, it turns out that there’s no little Masterson growing inside me.

  “Hmm,” Braden muses. “Then I guess I’ll just have to try again, won’t I?”

  “How noble of you,” I tease.

  “Incredibly,” he agrees. “I’ll just have to fill my woman up every morning, afternoon, and night until she gives me a son.”

  “Or a daughter.” I giggle as he nibbles on my shoulder.

  “Doesn’t matter. As long they’re ours.”

  My chest heaves as I take a big inhale and exhale it slowly. I feel like my lungs are full of helium. Like if it wasn’t for Braden’s body on top of mine, I might float away entirely.

  “Are you sure we’re not taking things too fast, Braden?” I ask, searching for scraps of reality in this insane, blissed-out state.

  “Jenna, honey, have you met me?” Branden grins down at me. He’s got an incredible smile. This is the brightest I’ve ever seen it shine. “Fast is kind of my M.O.”

  When he kisses me, it feels like campfire burning through the middle of the night.

  38

  Jenna

  I wrap up my little speech to my pupils as their eyes glaze over. I know when to stop. It is also time to call it quits anyway. Our lesson for the day is over. Parents are waiting to pick up their charges.

  “Okay, guys,” I say, and smile brightly. “Time to call it a day. Don’t forget to read over today’s notes. It’s just as important to know how your engine works as it is to drive.”

  Braden teaches them how to drive and I teach them about the mechanics of the engine.

  When we first thought of opening a driving school, I wasn’t sure what my role would be. It was Braden who suggested we incorporate theory with practice. It was he who said knowing about the workings of the engine was just as important as driving. And he was right.

  The students grumble something that could be agreement or something else. It’s too hard to tell. But I don’t care. I know they’re learning.

  Braden gives them a nod and they leave. He walks with them to their parents. I watch like a proud parent. It’s more rewarding to teach than I first thought it would be.

  If someone told me a year ago I’d enjoy teaching students about cars, engines and stuff, I would have told them they were crazy. And yet here I am. Here we are. Braden has taken to his new role like a fish to water.

  I love that about him. He doesn’t just say good-bye to his students; no, he makes sure they’re taken to their parents. Sometimes he exchanges a few words with a mother or a father of one of our students. Obviously one of the reasons we’ve become so successful.

  Our driving school is thriving. We’ve had to create a waiting list, that’s how popular it is.

  When Braden first had the idea, I wasn’t sure at all. But just like with most other things, Braden was pretty convincing.

  I watch him bound back to me. His lips are curled into a devilish smile. He grabs my hand and pulls me toward the office.

  “You do know how exquisitely sexy you look in that black top and tight skirt?”

  His fingers flick my hair off my face. I laugh. I pretend to smack his fingers, which accidentally brush against my breasts on the way back from my hair.

  In return he grabs me harder.

  “You can’t get away from me,” he mutters and locks the door.

  As soon as he turns back to me, he pulls my top off. Then he strides to the blinds to pull them down. Quick as flash, he comes back and unclasps my bra.

  Then his lips lock onto mine. I melt into him, ecstasy gripping me, and I arch against him. Just like the first time we kissed, I fall under his spell. His lips are demanding and his tongue pushes past my lips and starts to duel with mine.

  I don’t hold back. I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him closer. He holds me tight by my hips.

  As I drown in the intensity of his passion, I can’t help but think of my state. There’s a slight hesitation in me. I think about the life growing inside me right now. I can’t believe I’m almost twenty weeks pregnant. I press my belly against Braden, keen on sharing the experience with him.

  Braden’s lips leave mine. They go down to my breast, where they start sucking. Soon someone else will be demanding access to this. The thought is very strange. I giggle, wondering how Braden will feel about that.

  But his hands, which are exploring my body, distract me. Fingers caress my back and squeeze my ass. I groan and fumble with the button on his pants. I need to free his throbbing cock.

  When I get it undone, I push his pants down onto the floor. With incredible nimbleness, Braden steps out of them. He pushes me backwards toward the desk. His teeth are biting on my nipples. My hands reach for his cock.

  His mouth leaves my breasts and moves up toward my neck. Butterfly-like, he kisses me all over. My pussy is so wet and ready for him I can barely contain myself.

  Without asking, Braden pushes my back onto the table. He stops. I glance at him. His eyes are fixed on my tummy. So far there’s only a little bulge, barely visible. Those who don’t know I’m pregnant can’t see much. Sure, my clothes have become a little tighter, but I don’t have the huge ball sticking out in front yet.

  Gently, softly and full of love, Braden puts both hands on my belly. He smiles. His eyes light up. Briefly I grab onto his hands, and we’re all connected—the baby, him and me. A little family.

  “You okay?” His voice is husky, his eyes full of lust and desire.

  I nod.

  “Fuck me, Braden, please. Fuck me now.”

  His hands move to my pussy, where they’re met with my slick juices.

  I groan and thrust my hip up toward him. I want his cock in me right fucking n
ow. I want to fuck him so bad it hurts.

  His fingers play with my clit and tease me to the point of orgasm. The lips of my pussy are shuddering against his fingers. I don’t want to come, not just yet.

  I pull him toward me. This means he’s partly lying on me. I kiss him again. I demand entry to his mouth and explore it like I’ve never been in it before.

  His cock is pressing against my pussy. We were made for each other. Braden adjusts his position to shove his cock inside me.

  His hands are holding my hips. He slams against me. I can feel his balls hitting my skin. He thrusts deep and hard, in and out.

  I throw my head back in sheer pleasure. His hands leave my hips and grab my breasts. He massages them and keeps thrusting.

  Braden grunts, and I know he must be close to coming. I use my fingers to find my clit as he keeps thrusting in and out. I love his cock inside me and I love when his hands play with my nipples. My pussy is starting to spasm against his cock.

  Since I found out I’m pregnant, fucking Braden has become even more intense. My orgasms are even more extraordinary. It’s beyond words.

  I lift my head to look at him. His muscles are tense. I can feel his passion with each powerful thrust.

  It won’t be much longer before I come. He’s getting close, too. I can feel it.

  He slows down a little. Then he stops. His breathing is hard and fast. His lips find mine. He whispers into my ear. “You still okay?”

  The tenderness is overwhelming, and I almost cry. I nod. I may be pregnant, but I still feel the need to have him come inside me.

  “Do it, Braden. Don’t stop fucking me. I want you to come inside me,” I demand, and thrust my hips to meet him.

  Braden starts again. My fingers now dig into his back. I’m so close to the edge.

  His rhythm is increasing. I feel the orgasm build deep within me. My muscles tense just as he starts to tense up as well. We come together. Shockwave after shockwave of pleasure rips through me. I groan and moan in ecstasy. All of me is tingling with pleasure. Brandon calls out my name as his muscles start to spasm and he empties his hot cum into my pussy.

  The pleasure wave we ride is fucking unbelievable, and as he finishes, he lays down on top of me, gently.

  I kiss him on the neck. He’s breathing heavy and I feel his sweaty chest against mine.

  I wrap my arms around him, overcome with emotions.

  “I love you,” he whispers into my ear.

  “I love you, too,” I whisper back.

  I watch him grab his clothes and put on his pants again. He helps me up and his eyes linger on my little baby bump.

  “You okay, little fella?’

  I laugh. He’s going to be such an awesome father. I can feel it in my gut and heart.

  I pull my clothes back on. Life’s good. No, life’s great. Perfect.

  “Ready?” He holds out his hand and I take it. I smile at him.

  We head out the door together to go for our customary evening drive. I glance out the window before looking at Braden as he manoeuvres the car along the road.

  His skilful fingers are pure poetry in motion. I love watching him drive a car.

  We’ve come a long way. We’ve mellowed a fair bit, and I can’t wait to welcome the newest member of our family into the world. Will it be a wild child like his or her father?

  I smile. It doesn’t matter.

  I turn to Baden. “Do you miss our wild days?”

  He smiles and puts his hand on my thigh.

  “What’re you talking about? Sounds like you’re talking past tense. We’re still living our wild days, and they’re about to get wilder.”

  We both laugh and I grab a hold of his hand to give it a squeeze. Like I said, life’s absolutely perfect.

  Hard Bargain

  A Virgin & Billionaire Steamy Romance

  By Vivien Vale

  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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  Wes

  I'm in the meeting room with Leon again, and he's not happy. I've lost count of how many times I'm holed up with the guy, but I'm CEO, and it's my job to meet with my senior managers from time to time.

  I meet with Leon more than anyone else. He’s always complaining about something.

  There's nothing pleasant about Leon. He's closer to fifty than sixty, but since he found out about his wife Martha having cancer, he's become an old man overnight. His blond hair has grayed at the temples, and every day new wrinkles seem to appear between his brows and around his mouth. They’re not from smiling.

  It shouldn't happen to a person – you would think that thirty years of marriage would give a man some protection against bad luck, a reward for sticking it out so long. Even one who’s a dick like Leon. The universe is not known for its kindness.

  "What the fuck were you thinking?” Leon asks. His voice is louder than I like it to be. Again.

  “Language, please, Leon. We’re in the office.”

  “I don’t care where the hell I am,” he says. At least he avoided fuck. “If you’re going to bump up a little ditz from the front desk I’m going to say something about it.”

  And he has. Leon has been “saying something about it” for the last half hour.

  “Jordan deserves the position, Leon. You’ve seen her résumé. You know how impressive it is.”

  “Her attitude stinks. She walks around like she’s God’s gift to man and I’m not going to oversee her.”

  Leon has been a senior manager in my tech department for a long time. He’s good at what he does, and most of the time I trust his judgment. Most of the time. Since Martha became ill, I don’t know if he’s as reliable as he used to be. You can separate your personal life from your business life all you want; if someone close to you is dying, it changes you.

  “She has an MBA, Leon. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice that.”

  “Her attitude stinks.”

  So does yours, I think, but I don’t say as much. It will only make him angrier, and he’s pissed already.

  “You can’t shoot her down before we give her a chance. We wanted to hire internally. She’s the best we’ve got.”

  “Find someone else,” Leon says.

  I’m getting pissed off now, too. This guy thinks he’s going to tell me how to do my job?

  “Leon, I appreciate that you’re open with me, but I’m still your superior. You don’t tell me what to do.”

  Leon makes a face at me that tells me he’s not happy, but he bites his tongue. Smart man. At least this time. Instead, he paces the meeting room. I watch him from my chair at the six-seater table.

  I can fire him on the spot if I want to. God knows he’s had enough warnings from me to be out of here already, but I don’t want to fire the guy. He’s got chemo to pay for, chemo that might not even work.

  Losing your job when your life goes up in flames is a different kind of hell.

  “I don’t like it, Wes,” Leon says.

  I nod. “I know. And I’m sorry.”

  Leon narrows his eyes at me. “Sorry for what?”

  I sigh. “Everything you’re going through.”

  His face softens and I glimpse the man that already worked here by the time I arrived. Leon used to be the star of RidgeCo, the kind of man that knew exactly what needed to be done to grow a modest San Francisco tech company into something spectacular.

  He sits down in the chair he vacated when we started talking about Kylie Jordan. He’s calmer now. Sometimes, all it takes is sympathy.

  “So, we’re looking for someone else, then?” he asks.

  I shake my head, slowly. I know th
is is going to blow up in my face, but I’m pulling rank on this one.

  “I want her as my project manager, Leon,” I say. “We need her knowledge.”

  Leon blinks at me. It’s the silence before the storm.

  “I knew it,” he says and jumps up again. There it is. “I knew you were going to fuck me like this.”

  I close my eyes, biting back my temper. I can’t lose it and blame Leon for his outbursts.

  “Language, Leon,” I say. “And this isn’t personal. It’s business. You of all people should know that.”

  Leon’s temper turns into rage. He stomps his legs when he marches around the table toward me. I hold my ground and look up at him when he comes closer, my expression blank. He’s about to push me past my limit, especially when he points a finger in my face.

  “You don’t know what’s good for this company,” he shouts.

  “Leon,” I start, but his temper has taken over. His eyes go a little crazed, and I wonder if it’s wise to keep him on when he’s acting like this. Leon grabs the closest chair and throws it. It bounces away awkwardly – it’s a standard office chair with a padded seat and metal frame – and hits the wall. Lucky for Leon, it doesn’t damage anything.

  Leon storms past me and out of the meeting room. I’m left behind with the taste of anger still on my tongue.

  I sigh and scrub my face with my hands. Insubordination like this is wrong. If he does it in front of any of my employees, I’ll have to let him go. So far, it’s only happened in front of me, and I feel sorry for the guy. I probably shouldn’t – we all have shit in our lives. But the man seems more and more unhinged by the day. And this irrational reaction to Kylie? It’s too much, even for Leon.

  I push myself out of my seat, right the chair Leon threw, and leave the meeting room.

  When I go down the third floor – one floor below mine, now – Kylie is at her new desk. The promotion is effective from today. She’s a vision. Long wavy her, the blond so dark some call it light brown, hangs over her shoulders. She hasn’t seen me yet, but I know without her looking at me that her eyes are the color of chocolate. Once you’ve seen them, you can’t forget. A splash of freckles on her nose makes her look younger than her twenty-eight years.