by Rye Hart
“Shoot.”
“I dare you to kiss me,” Ethan said.
The boys groaned but I found the dare utterly fascinating. Ethan’s trimmed beard and deep blue eyes called to me, like a bird looking for its mate. He got up from his seat and came over to me, holding his hand out for me. He was silently asking me for permission while his tall, muscular structure loomed over me and, for a moment, I thought about running my hands through his dark brown locks.
I put my hand in his, signaling my permission, and he pulled me up toward his strong chest and captured my lips.
The kiss sent a shot of electricity through my entire body. I felt dazed after, even though our tongues never once met. I pulled back and felt my eyes widen as Ethan’s smirk slowly fell from his face and I could tell he was just as shocked as I was.
And all the faces of the rest of the brothers were stone-cold still.
“My turn,” Blake said.
“Truth or Dare?” Rowan asked Blake.
“Dare,” Blake said.
I was still wrapped up in Ethan’s arms while all this was going on around us.
“I dare you to kiss Kyra,” Rowan said.
I whipped my gaze over to Blake, my wide eyes shining as Blake reached for my arm. He wrenched me from his brother’s grasp and crashed his lips to mine, rendering me breathless while my head began to spin.
My pelvis arched into him while his arms wrapped around me. His hands pressed into my lower back while my lips swelled against his.
“Fuck the game,” Rowan said behind me.
He stepped between Blake and me and cradled the back of my neck with his hand. His auburn highlights shone in the dim lighting of their living room while his green eyes pierced directly into my heart. His lips slowly came down onto mine, his tongue swiping lightly along my lips.
I felt my knees grow weak underneath me as his strong arm caught me from falling to the floor.
I was overwhelmed by the passion I felt. As Harper drew me into his arms and away from Rowan, I felt his hands cradle my body lightly. His kiss was unassuming and soft, like he was waiting for me to disapprove of what he was doing. The tips of our tongues connected just before my head cocked to the side and, the moment I threaded my arms around his neck, he deepened the kiss.
The way his beard raked along my skin brought me endless amounts of pleasure.
Soon, I was being twirled around in Owen’s arms. Owen’s kiss was surprisingly sweet for a man who boasted of the muscle and strength he had underneath his clothes. My hands fisted his flannel shirt and pulled him closer, our lips dancing against one another’s while his hand slowly worked its way through the tresses of my hair.
Then I found myself standing in front of Chance, the oldest of the brothers. His light blue eyes stared down at me.
He didn’t kiss me, not like the rest of the brothers did. I ran my hands up his strong arms, tracing the tattoos I could see before my fingers rounded his muscular shoulders. I could see the pain behind his eyes. The things he’d seen and done that he carried with him from his military days. He stared at me intently, his beard concealing the frown on his face as I slowly rose up onto my tiptoes.
I couldn’t not kiss him. Not after the way everyone else had made me feel.
Lightly, I cupped his cheeks within the palms of my hands. I pulled his lips down to mine, cradling his lips sweetly against my warmth. He moved with me, his hands hesitantly placing themselves on my hips and, when I pulled back from him, I could feel myself panting.
I’d never been so turned on in my life. I could feel myself pooling into my pants while I was surrounded by burly, muscular, beautiful men. I looked deep into Chance’s eyes while I debated my next steps and, for once in my life, I decided to do something I’d wanted to do for years.
“Truth?” I asked breathlessly.
“Truth,” Chance said.
“I want all of you,” I said as I looked around the room. “Every single one of you.”
They were all stone-cold silent as I drew in a deep breath through my nose.
“Dare?” I asked.
“Dare,” they all said in unison.
“I want you all to fuck me,” I said. “Now.”
I could see the emotions playing on all their faces, debating on whether or not to act. I could see that each one of them was hard, while my nipples rose to painful peaks behind my bra. I wanted them all to claim me, to take me as theirs and never let me go. I wanted to feel their bodies pressed against mine.
I wanted all of them or none of them.
That was what I truly wanted.
Then, Chance leapt out toward me. He pulled me against his body harshly, crashing his lips into mine as he tugged my shirt over my head. Everything was a flurry of hands and lips and clothes. Fabrics being cast off to the side while Chance’s lips traveled down my chest. I could feel Owen seize my lips while Rowan whispered naughty pleasures in my ear and, in an instant, I felt Ethan’s naked body pressing against my back.
The cock that slid between my legs had me shivering while Rowan’s words left me breathless.
“The moonlight cascading over your skin has nothing on the sweat I’m going to pull from you,” Rowan said. “You’ll be begging for release by the time I’m done with you.”
I was mindless with pleasure while the brothers kissed and suckled and lapped at every inch of my skin. I didn’t know who was who and I didn’t care. All I wanted was their love and attention and their bodies pressed against mine.
Ethan cupped my breasts from behind and licked up my neck, causing my body to shiver, while a hand slowly slid between my legs. The rough callouses stroked my pussy, making me wetter than I’d ever felt before. I opened my eyes and looked down, seeing Chance with his hand dangerously close to penetrating my sopping wet folds.
And his eyes were radiant with devious delight.
“Are you all right?” Harper asked.
The question stopped every single brother in their tracks while my body stood spread for their pleasure.
“What?” I asked.
“Kyra, open your eyes and look at me.”
I fluttered my eyes open and took in Harper’s naked body. He was the perfect height for me and his body was strong. His biceps were chiseled and his abdomen rippled with the slightest movement. The pointers he had on his hips leading down to his massive cock beckoned to my tongue, but his eyes were filled with worry and hesitation.
“Are you okay?” Harper asked.
His light brown eyes had darkened with worry and I reached my hand out for him. I pulled him in for a kiss, feeling Chance’s finger hovering painfully close to my clit. I knew what he was asking. He was wanting to make sure this was my decision.
My decision, since I had been drinking.
“Yes,” I said. “I’m perfectly okay.”
And just like that, Harper’s lips were on my neck. Chance’s finger teased my clit, causing my legs to tremble while Ethan massaged and tugged at my nipples. Harper sucked on one side of my neck while Rowan attached himself to the other and, suddenly, I felt someone’s tongue on my asshole while a rough pair of hands parted my ass cheeks.
“Holy shit,” I said breathlessly.
“I’ve always wanted to know how this ass would taste on my tongue,” Blake said.
Blake lapped at my asshole while Chance continued to play with my clit, his finger slipping into my warm, wet pussy while the boys continued to mark my body. Mouths were on my nipples and teeth were grazing my skin. They took turns holding me up while my body was wracked with pleasure and my knees gave out underneath me. I could feel their cocks dripping against my skin as my hips bucked down onto Chance’s hands and, as I threw my head back and came, Rowan caught my lips with his.
Our tongues danced around one another’s while I moaned, leaking my sweet juices onto Chance’s hand before he leaned forward and kissed my trembling thighs.
“So beautiful,” Chance said.
Chance stood up and, immediately, th
e boys moved for him. He took me into his arms and slid effortlessly into me, my legs dangling helplessly as he settled onto the couch. He helped me ride his cock into oblivion, my orgasm never stopping while his thumb made quick work of my clit.
I had no idea when he rolled the condom he wore onto his cock, but I could hear all the other brothers ripping their’s open as they prepared themselves for me.
One by one, I rode them until they met their release. Chance’s face tensed with pleasure while his thumb pulled another orgasm from my body. Harper picked me up off his cock and sat me down onto his lap, panting as I engulfed his dick with my wetness. His touch was tender and his kisses along my neck and shoulders caused me to shiver in delight as I rode him gently until his hips finally bucked wildly against me.
We came together in a fury of sweat and curses, but I didn’t stay on his lap for long before Blake pulled me from him.
I was passed around the room in a flurry of pleasure, my pussy pulling cum from their cocks as they spilled into their condoms. Their lips peppered kisses along my reddened skin while my body never really recovered from my climaxes and they all fused together as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Blake pounded into me relentlessly, bouncing my tits while his mouth marked them with his teeth and, just as we came together, Owen pulled me into his lap.
Only this time, I was facing out toward the room while he slid his thick dick into my caverns.
“What a beautiful sight,” Chance said breathlessly.
“Holy hell, you’re beautiful,” Blake said.
“Our Tinkerbell,” Harper said. “Just for us.”
Owen’s fingertips worked my pussy like magic while he stuffed me full of his cock. It didn’t take me long to reach my precipice with him and I pressed my head into his shoulder while my back reveled in the strength of his broad chest. His massive arms held me close while his lips ghosted over my neck and I shivered as his cock twitched inside of me, his body meeting its end while our sweat intermingled together.
Ethan took my arms and stood me up before he picked me up by my ass. He sat down onto the coffee table while I straddled him, his face planted into my tits while I ran my fingers through his dark brown hair. He pressed kiss after kiss into my skin, grunting and groaning while I felt myself being drained of my energy. I could feel his hands drifting along my back and pulling me close and all I could do was hang on while he pounded up into my hips.
And the moment we came together, Rowan picked me up and settled me into his lap.
“How’re you feeling, beautiful?” he asked.
“Wonderful,” I said breathlessly.
“Got room for one more?” he asked.
“Always,” I said, smiling.
Slowly, we moved together while the other brothers caught their breath. The air of the room was tainted with the smell of sweat and cum and it didn’t take long for Rowan’s frustration to bubble to the surface. He came with a fury while his fingertips dug into my skin and the beautiful look of twisted pleasure on his face forced me over the edge for my final orgasm that night.
A sloppy smile crossed my face as my back arched, bowing so deep I thought it would snap while Rowan kept me rooted to his hips. He filled his condom so much it began to leak out, so he pulled out of me quickly and sighed.
I collapsed back down into his thin, strong body, feeling his green eyes looking down at me lovingly while he pressed a kiss into the top of my head.
I remembered nothing else from that night as I passed out against his skin, surrounded by the naked bodies of my Lost Boys who had come to my rescue when I needed them most.
I was never going back.
Not after this.
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BIG DADDY
The Mountain Man’s Baby Romance
PROLOGUE
He carried me over his shoulder, as his hand expertly worked its way up my skirt and into my panties. His fingers began to work pure magic, as if they were playing an instrument with skill. The pleasure began to build between my legs, becoming more and more unbearable with every second that passed. With growing anticipation, he walked me to the bed and dropped me onto the silk sheets, never once freeing his touch from my folds.
He pumped his hands, scissoring his fingers to stroke my walls and I moaned in pleasure as he growled and proceeded to bury his face between my legs.
He worked his tongue with skill as I steadily ascended my way over the edge of bliss. I gripped his hair gently, holding him against me, rubbing my slit against his tongue as he licked and lapped at my tender, wet flesh.
“I could devour you, baby. You taste so fucking good.” He slipped his fingers down and against my ass, pushing against the back entrance as he tongued the front.
The pleasure was more than I could stand and yet I had this burning emptiness and a need to have something fill it up.
“I need you inside of me, please.”
I wanted… no needed to feel his bulging cock inside; throbbing my channel and taking me to the edge of passion and beyond.
I knew he wouldn’t disappoint.
He stood, leaving me with my panties pushed to the side, and my skirt hiked up over my hips. He waited for me to strip off his pants, which I did with great pleasure. His cock fell forward, jutting from his hips and begging for attention.
It was the most beautiful sight I’d laid my eyes on.
I was one lucky girl.
CHAPTER ONE - CHANCE
Here’s a scenario for you: Let’s assume you want to remove all traces of masculinity from a man. So, how do you do it?
Pluck his ass down in the middle of a big city; domesticate him with a pretty little wife and a pretty little house with a white picket fence, then just sit back and watch. Pretty soon he’ll think that getting a callus on his hand is as bad as leprosy. There you have it. Modern day pussification at its finest.
Fuck that.
This is exactly the opposite of the world I created for myself in the mountain town of Buffalo, Wyoming. Out there, in my cabin, I could see more sky than I ever knew existed. It was both exhilarating and desolate in a way that one can’t appreciate until they’ve seen it first-hand.
Solitude was almost everything to me.
Unfortunately, what I considered solitude, most people considered isolation. It took me six months to realize that I didn’t own a mirror. When I finally saw myself again, I was pretty much the same: six-foot-four, buzzed brown hair, blue eyes, broad as a barn door, and sporting a beard that was headed for Grizzly Adams territory.
I relished in the isolation for years. It was a welcomed sanctuary after experiencing hell on a silver platter.
After I was medically discharged from combat and lost my leg to an IED, I returned to my hometown, Boston, and my welcome-home present was the discovery of my wife’s pregnancy with another man’s baby. The fucktard happened to be a man I’d considered a friend. Needless to say, it led to a nasty divorce and my eventual move thousands of miles away to no man’s land.
The way I saw it, I had two options: murder the dick who knocked up my wife, or leave town and shut myself off from everyone.
I chose the latter.
Isolating myself in the foothills of the Bighorn Mountains in Buffalo, Wyoming was just what I needed. That’s where I belonged, and where I started my new life. It was a stark contrast from my life in Boston, but it was exactly what I needed.
Little did I know, it would be the future home for my niece and I. Life had a way of kicking us both while we were down. Even so, we sure as hell weren’t going to give it the satisfaction of taking our dignity. Not on my damn watch.
***
As I walked into the elementary school Star attended, I glared over to the playground hoping to catch the five-year-old doing something resembling fun.
Crap, am I even cut out for this?
I asked myself the same damn question th
at filled my mind for months.
Since Star moved into my cabin, we’d experienced roadblock after roadblock. To say she’d been having trouble adjusting to her new environment would be putting it lightly.
In truth, it’d been a complete shit show, and I couldn’t blame her one damn bit. Star had every right to hate the world. The poor kid went through years of hell, and three months of living with an uncle who practically cut himself off from everyone he knew wasn’t going to give her the warm and fuzzies.
Before walking inside, I finally caught a glimpse of the cute little cotton-top girl whose blond hair was a mess of curls, pulled back into a confused ponytail. Like most mornings, I tried to do her hair and failed royally. I couldn’t figure out how many times to loop the damn hair band. It was either too loose or so tight it would give her a facelift. And those baby hairs—what the hell was I supposed to do with those little hairs?
Star was sitting on a swing, slowly moving back and forth and seemed to be watching a crowd of kids who were playing Red Rover. I could tell she wanted to play, but it was as if she was afraid of some invisible force lurking in the darkness.
Star was afraid to get close to anyone. If only she could open up and learn to trust others enough to be happy. I’d give anything to see a smile on my niece’s face again. There was just one problem: her sole caretaker was just about the worst example for any kid to mirror a life after. We both found comfort in locking the whole damn world out.
I walked inside, angry that I couldn’t do more for her. She deserved the best, and as far as I could tell, I was failing miserably at giving her that. Whereas most kids her age couldn’t be paid to shut-up, Star barely spoke a few words in a day. It was a stark contrast to the chatty two-year-old I remembered my brother gushing about.
“I’m here to see Counselor Durdin.” I rattled the keys in my pocket, playing it cool, but not fooling myself.
The woman behind the counter pushed up her glasses. She was a pretty girl, with bright blue eyes and a soft complexion, but she had a severe red slash across her mouth that had been done up with too much lipstick. The woman didn’t need that much makeup, but noticing the scar marring her lip, I could understand.
