by Alexa Riley
As she leans forward on top of Aaron, his cock juts up behind her. I reach down and lift her hips a little so his cock lines up with her pussy, and she slowly sinks down on him. I drizzle the lube on her asshole, and she shivers at the touch.
“Easy, baby. Just remember to relax and breathe. It’s just like when we use our fingers.”
I see her relax a little, and Aaron leans down, sucking a nipple into his mouth. That should help distract her a little. I use two fingers to rub in the lube and slick up her tight hole. I’ve finger fucked her asshole a few times, but it’s still beyond virgin tight. I knew since Aaron got her pussy first, her ass was mine. I’m glad we waited to get to it, because now I won’t cum in it in five seconds like I did her cunt.
I press the tip of my cock to her asshole, holding it there and lubing it up. I see the tight ring clench at the pressure, and my cock drips cum on her hole, begging for entry. “Relax, baby, and push back against me. Let me in.”
Stella rocks back a little, and I barely breach the tightness. Fuck, that sweet ass is going to fight me as I try to get inside. It’s going to strangle my cock, and I leak more cum, feeling it suck me in a little more with each rock.
After a little more pressure, I pop through her tight asshole, and we all breathe a sigh of relief. “That’s it, Lucky, open up for me. Push back on my dick and help me slide in while Aaron stays in your pussy.”
Stella moans, loving my filthy words. She may seem sweet and innocent, but between us, she’s our dirty girl. She pushes back farther, taking more of my cock in her ass. She fucks herself on both of our cocks, slowly begging to be filled. Taking her ass virginity is so good. She’s so tight and squeezes me so perfectly that even though she lets me get off in her at least three times a day, I don’t have the stamina to last with this feeling. “It’s so tight, baby. You feel so good.”
As she takes me all the way to the root, I hear Aaron moan at the same time I do. She’s fully seated on both of us, and leans back against my chest to take us even deeper. My hands go around to her tits, playing and pinching her nipples. Aaron and I just hold our cocks inside her, letting her young body adjust to us.
Aaron puts one hand on her belly and moves the other to her clit, rubbing small circles, making her clench on both of us. He rubs her with both hands, reminding her of how we’ve bred her this past month. I lean down and kiss her neck, and then move up to lick the shell of her ear. “Aaron is going to fill your pussy, and I’m going to fill your ass, love. Then we are going to give you a nice long bath and take turns so he can have your tight hole back here too. It’s only fair, right?”
She closes her eyes and nods her head as she starts to move up and down on us. Aaron and I begin to alternate thrusts, him going up as I pull slightly out.
“I want to be able to cum in your pussy too, Lucky. You know we have to keep it even. Each of us getting our share of cum in you.”
Aaron and I both move our hands down and I hold her pussy lips apart so he can rub her slick clit. I can feel our cocks drag against each other inside her, and knowing that we are both giving her what she needs is the best feeling in the world. I love knowing that we are both taking care of her, and that we are able to love her as one. We can be twice the man for her, because she deserves the best, and we are going to give her the best every day until the end of time.
As Aaron and I hold onto her, I nod at him, letting him know it’s time. I bite down on her shoulder as he pinches her clit, and we both thrust into her at the same time. She comes on a scream, shattering in our arms, and we both go over the edge with her. She gives us everything her body has been holding back, and I feel the love resonate between the three of us. We are finally one, and it’s absolutely the most perfect moment of my life.
I feel a small tear roll down her cheek, and I kiss it away, knowing exactly the emotions running through her right now.
A whisper sounds, “I love you,” and, though I don’t know which one of us said it, we all agree.
Epilogue
Aaron
Five years later…
It’s been five years since we first laid eyes on Lucky, and not a day goes by that we don’t think about that.
I look over at her and Justin playing in the pool with the twins. Our two little boys look exactly like their mother, but God help us, do they act like Justin and me. We are in for it in a few years. Stella is so pregnant, and I worry about her swimming, but she keeps saying that the water eases the pressure on her back. Her little body works hard to give us babies, so we try to make her as comfortable as possible.
We still own the casino, but work from home a lot. Thankfully, we only have to go in one or two days a week for some basic housekeeping. Otherwise we are here with our family.
After Stella agreed to be ours, we got married about a minute later. She was, in fact, pregnant before the thirty days were up, and Justin and I were all too pleased about it. I knew she was our lucky charm from the first moment I laid eyes on her.
We put her dad Frank in a rehab program while we had Lucky under contract, and after he got out things were okay for a little while. She ended up giving the farm to Tim, the foreman, and gave him enough money so he never had to worry about lean years again. She said she had plenty of money, and being married to two rich casino owners had its perks. I laughed, but hey, I’d keep her any way I could.
I think once Frank realized she’d sold the farm, he got depressed thinking about how he’d lost everything, and went back to drinking again. It took Stella a long time to see it, but in the end she realized he was too selfish to do anything for anyone but himself. We see him on occasion, but mostly he stays out of the picture.
It may be cold, but I always thought if he was willing to put his daughter's life on the line for an addiction, he wasn’t worth having around anyway. I thought maybe when we had grandkids it would change his mind, but sadly that didn’t do it either. Justin reaches out to him a lot, so maybe one day he’ll come around. As I look at Lucky and our babies, I really hope he does. He’s missing out on a fucking great life.
Don is beyond ecstatic we finally gave him the grandkids he’s been begging for, and he’s on his way over to grill out with us today. He’s probably got presents for them too, even though we keep telling him to stop buying them stuff. He says, “What’s the use of all this money if I can’t waste it on my babies?” The old man really is turning into a big marshmallow in his old age.
Stella, Justin and I are living the perfect life surrounded by people we love. I couldn’t have written a better story if I tried. Well, maybe I would have left out that Natasha bullshit, but that’s life, right? There’s always a little something you’ve got to get through when it turns out this good.
I smile to myself, thinking about Mandy and the mess we got her in back then.
“What’s so funny?” Stella asks, swimming over to the edge where I’m sitting.
“Nothing, baby. Just thinking about Mandy.”
She rolls her eyes and then laughs. “You two are the worst.”
I ignore her statement, get in the pool with her and swim us over to Justin and the boys. I smile and kiss her while rubbing her belly and thinking about how I’d have done the same thing to keep her, and still would.
Love is crazy, and so are the two of us when it comes to Stella.
BUY ME 2
Welcome back to the Mistress Auction. This time it’s Halloween, and Mandy is going to have a wickedly good time.
Working for Charles was a nightmare, and now that Mandy's time with him is up, there's only one way to satisfy her suppressed desires. The Mistress Auction can help her get Charles out of her system and start afresh.
Charles has been watching and waiting for months. He has bided his time, and now is his chance to take what he wants. Mandy has entered the Mistress Auction, and he's got a plan to make her his. But thirty days of her cuffed to his bed won't be enough.
What do you do when the woman you want tries to run from you
? Easy. Buy her.
Warning: This book plays with Dominance and submission, cuffs, spankings, lap sitting, hair pulling, crawling, and begging... If any of that turns you on, then come play with Mandy and Charles.
Copyright © 2016 by Alexa Riley. All rights reserved.
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Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.
Edited by Aquila Editing
This is dedicated to Alexa’s Addicts. You guys are so greedy… and WE LOVE IT! Your secrets are safe with us!
1
Mandy
“This is freaking delicious.” I lick the rim of my lemon drop martini again.
Tiffany lets out a snort and it somehow comes out sexy, just like everything she does. Hell, she’s one of the main attractions here at the Snake Eyes; her burlesque show sells out every night there's a show. “I'm pretty sure you said the first one tasted like ass.”
“Well, they must have gotten a new bartender, because this one tastes like sweet heaven.” I prove my point by gulping down the rest of the drink, enjoying the sour burn at the back of my throat.
“Hmm, it could be that. Or the fact that it’s your fourth one, but we can go with the bartender thing if you like.” Smiling at me over her own martini, she kills hers too. Tossing her perfectly manicured hand in the air, she signals for two more drinks. The young pretty-boy waiter with short blond curls hops to, hoping to get any of Tiffany’s attention that he can.
I glance down at my outfit. Maybe I’d get more male attention if I dressed the part. It wasn’t something I’d wanted before. A long time ago I caught the wrong man’s attention, but that had been years ago. Since the two men who kind of took me under their wing and raised me fell in love with the woman of their dreams, I found myself feeling envious. Seeing what they have makes me long for something more, only no one seems to notice me.
I’m still wearing what I wore to work today, having just met Tiffany down in one of the casino bars for a drink. I’m celebrating my final day here, and Tiff said we had to have one last hurrah. Looking over at Tiff, I see her watching me.
“I look out of place next to you.” I can feel myself scrunching my nose as I compare the two of us.
“No, you just need to loosen up.” Hopping down from her chair, she straightens her short dress before standing in front of me. The lights of the bar bounce off her blonde wavy hair. “May I?” she asks, but before I can agree, she does what she wants anyway.
She pulls my dark hair down from my ponytail, letting it cascade down my back. She runs her fingers through it before giving it a nice fluff. “Wow, your hair is so long and gorgeous. Why do you keep it up all the time?”
“So it’s not in my way.”
I’m all about function, and a ponytail just makes sense to me. It’s out of the way, and I like things to be efficient and practical. Not only that, but when I do my job I like to blend into the background. Sometimes when people forget you’re there, you can get the upper hand on them in the future. The Cortez brothers taught me to always let other people do the talking. They’ll dig their own grave and you’ll get what you want in the end without getting your hands dirty.
Reaching into her purse, she hands me her lipstick, and then starts unbuttoning my shirt. “What are you doing?” I make a move to stop her, but she pushes my hands out of the way.
“Letting the girls out to breathe a little. Oh, nice, a red bra. It matches the lipstick perfectly.” She pops a few more buttons, and I should stop her, but I can't seem to find the will to care. The four lemon drops are making me feel a bit braver. If she thinks it looks hot, then why the hell not?
“All right, stand up.”
I hop down from my own chair and straighten my wobbly legs. She peers up at me, giving me a wicked look. “You and those heels. You have incredible legs.”
I live for heels. They’re my one indulgence. I don’t care that I’m already a tall girl; I still wear them. They make me feel sexy, and I’d probably sleep in them if I didn’t think I’d shred my sheets. Tiffany eyes my legs as the waiter makes his way back to us, setting down the next round of drinks.
“Hey, pretty boy. Got some scissors around here?”
“Sure thing, Miss Foxy.”
“How do you wrap them around your finger like that?” I ask, watching the waiter retreat quickly to do as Tiffany asked. He’s probably hoping for just a sliver of her attention.
She rolls her eyes at my question. “They’re in love with Foxy Bow, a person I play on stage, not me.” I can hear the irritation in her words, but she smiles as she talks. I can see through what she’s saying since I’ve gotten to know her the past thirty days. I’ve been here serving out my contract and we’ve slowly become good friends in that time.
All kinds of men flock to her, promising her a world of riches and everything she could ever want. She always turns them down, not wanting any of it. I had been a little envious of how easy it was for her to get a man’s attention, but now I can see it’s not so sweet on the other side. Most people want the fantasy of her, but no one knows who she really is. The first mistake most men make is promising her money. She has the top-selling show on the strip; Tiff is not in need of anything.
“I’m sorry.” I try to offer her comfort, but don’t want to push it. If she wants to talk about it she will. I know better than anyone that sometimes you don’t want to talk about things from your past that haunt you. It’s best to leave them there, and maybe they’ll finally go away.
“I don’t need to be someone’s trophy,” is all she says.
Quickly, the waiter returns, scissors in hand. Dropping in front of me, Tiff goes to work on my pencil skirt, taking several inches off the bottom and adding a slit up my thigh on both sides.
“Damn, Mandy. You look crazy hot now.”
I feel my face warm at her words, but maybe it’s the alcohol coursing through my system. Glancing down at myself again, I can’t help but smile.
“Drink up. The band starts in about thirty minutes, and you need to drink however many drinks it takes you to get on the dance floor.”
I feel so relaxed and sexy sitting back in my chair, the slits in my skirt showing off my thighs. I take a long sip from my new drink, and lick the remaining sugar from the rim. Maybe I should have told her I don’t need another to make me dance, but I don’t have to because as soon as the first song blasts across the bar, I find myself on top of a table with Tiff as she teaches me some of her favorite moves from her shows.
The bar patrons cheer as we lose ourselves in the music. I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun or felt this free—no responsibilities sitting on my shoulders. Tomorrow is a new day. I just can’t bring myself to care about anything other than this moment. Throwing my head back, I close my eyes and let the music take me. Until the spell is broken by the bane of my existence.
“Get your ass down right fucking now.”
Dropping my head forward, I open my eyes to see Mr. Townsend standing there. He looks as hard as ever, with a jaw that could crack stone. For once in my life I’m actually taller than him because I’m up on the table. It’s not often a man towers over me with thanks to my height and my love of heels, but he does. There was no way to miss it, not when he hovered over my every move while I worked for him. He acted like I was an incompetent moron who
didn’t know how to do their job. He gave me projects I could do in my sleep, and still micromanaged me. He never trusted me with anything, and it annoyed me every second of the past thirty days.
This past month has been daunting. At first, I bit my tongue because he was my boss, but then a few times I couldn’t help it and made a few snide remarks. When he seemed to like it, I decided to ignore him. It is difficult to do because even though I have the urge to kick him in the balls a few times a day, he is attractive. No. ‘Attractive’ isn’t the right word. He’s hard and gruff—so not traditionally handsome. The attraction I feel for him rubs on my nerves. I feel this draw to him, but I hate it. How can I want a man who thinks I’m a nitwit?
“Make me, Sir.” I throw out the title he hates so much. Every time I use it, he corrects me. Well, he’s not my boss anymore, so the most he can do is kick me out of his casino. I’ll be leaving in the morning anyway, so what do I care.
“Tiffany. Down,” he snaps at Tiff, but he keeps his dark eyes on me. Like everyone around here, she quickly jumps to his command.
“Fine.” I roll my eyes before awkwardly getting down from the table top. I plop into my chair, pretending Charles isn’t standing there. Picking up my drink, I take three big gulps, finishing it off. Why don’t I do this more often? My whole body feels warm and fuzzy. All the stress and strain I normally carry seem to leave my system with each drink I take.
Like always when I ignore him, he pushes himself into my space. “We have a seven o’clock meeting, and you're three sheets to the wind, Ms. Burch.” His voice is thick with irritation. Like he had to come down here and babysit me. This happens every time I stop somewhere after work and hang out for a little while. He always pops up and starts barking orders at whoever I’m with. Either that or asking me a million and one questions about his itinerary, questions he could easily find the answers to if he just opened his stupid phone and looked. A few times he would even track me down when I was having dinner, and join me without asking, just to ask me pointless questions to things he already knew!
