4 Men Of The House with correct Also By page

by Natalie Knight

  “Swallow my cock, Meg,” I demand. “I want the whole thing in your slutty little throat.”

  Meg pauses and pulls her mouth off my cock slowly and hesitantly.

  She stammers, “I-I don’t know if I can…”

  Her words are quiet, and the hesitation comes through in her shaky admission.

  “Why not?” I ask softly, my finger tracing her jaw line and holding her chin up.

  “I...I have an awful gag reflex. I just don’t think I can,” she admits again, very softly.

  She’s embarrassed by it.

  Of all the women I’ve fucked—of all the mouths I’ve had on my cock—not one of them could deep throat without a little prompting.

  “Swallow. My. Cock,” I command.

  She sighs and takes it back into her mouth. She breathes deeply through her nose.

  Once my cock is against the back of her throat, she lets out her breath and swallows hard, sliding my cock into her throat.

  She moans instantly and gasps—or, well, tries to. I chuckle to myself and run my fingers through her hair.

  “Silly girl, I knew you could do it. You just need to listen to me.”

  The feel of her throat around my cock is fucking phenomenal. I’m stimulated so much by the shift in sensations that my cock is pulsing and ready to burst.

  This is it. It’s time to show her. I grab her head and hold it in place as I start thrusting against her mouth.

  She lets out whimpers and moans, and I know that she’s about to come, too.

  “Wait, Meg. Not yet,” I instruct.

  She lets out a loud, long sigh—or, well, she tries.

  Women are so fucking adorable when they’re pouting for me. Especially when my cock muffles their expressions.

  After a few more thrusts, I finally give her permission.

  “Come. Now,” I exclaim as I continue fucking her throat.

  Her nails dig into my thigh, and I hear her deep moans, which are only softened by my cock stuffed in her face.

  Her fingers eventually release my thigh as her orgasm finishes. Meanwhile, my climax has been building up for a while now, and I’m ready to come for her.

  I grab her hair, and she relaxes, letting me take over.

  Knowing I have full control of her, I shoot loads of cum directly into her throat. She clenches her fists and rests them against my legs.

  She’s taking my cum like a fucking champ, swallowing every bit down just like a good girl.

  When my cock finishes loading cum into her mouth, I slowly pull it out. I relax my hold on her head, combing my fingers through her hair.

  I stare down at this beautiful woman, who just came twice in one sitting. This obedient cock-hungry slut. This amazing little slice of ass.

  As I admire her, I realize something—something very important. She’s not yet done.

  My cock grows hard again, thinking about what’s to come. I need to fuck her and show her what she’s really in for.

  Chapter 11

  Meg

  The taste of Paul’s massive cock makes me shudder with intrigue, desire, and lust.

  I’ve wanted him so badly—and now my dreams are coming true.

  Paul’s cock slides from my mouth, leaving tingling sensations on my lips from all the friction. I take my fingers and wipe the corners of my mouth before licking them clean, capturing and treasuring any cum that might’ve been left behind.

  I look up at Paul towering over me and smile. I’m giddy down here on my knees, having just gotten this smart and sexy man off with just my mouth.

  His hand meets my cheek, a motion I’m becoming familiar with, and one that instantly brings goosebumps to the surface of my skin. I close my eyes and enjoy his caress. His touch is so inexplicably caring and reassuring.

  As he gazes down to my face, he breaks the silence.

  “My God, Meg,” he starts. “You’re truly the most exquisite woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

  His words are empowering and incredibly flattering. I’m blushing, my cheeks growing warm and rosy, while his hand’s still pressed against my skin.

  “Thank you for the compliment. It’s honestly very well appreciated,” I admit. “You’re an incredibly dashing fellow yourself, you know.”

  “I do know. And admitting your stunning beauty doesn’t require a thank you,” he says.

  “Excuse me?” I say. “I don’t quite understand what you mean,” I continue.

  “Your beauty isn’t only a compliment, Meg. It’s a fact,” he explains. “The first moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I needed to have you for myself.”

  “Oh, did you?” I ask. “And what about me is so special aside from the pretty face?”

  “It’s more than your face, love. It’s your demeanor. And your aura. I’m drawn to you, Meg,” he states.

  Paul extends his arm down and offers an open hand. I place my fingers against his palm, and he helps raise me to my feet, like a gentleman would.

  I peer down momentarily and brush the fabric of my dress. I make a quick mental note that while I’m in this house, I need to dust this room. Everything is just a touch more gray than it needs to be.

  As I straighten myself out, now standing tall, I look forward to seeing Paul study me. I smile at him and tuck my hair behind my ear. He brings a hand to my shoulder.

  His touch just does something to me everytime. He makes my hair stand on end. He makes my heart skip a beat. And he makes my pussy ache for more of him.

  His hand creeps onto my back, and he pinches the zipper of my dress. My heart beats faster and faster as he pulls it down and guides my arms from my dress.

  Once both arms are out, the dress slips down from my chest, revealing my perky breasts and my hard nipples. The dress falls to the floor. I reach down and fold it gently, and I toss it to the side, leaving only my completely naked body in Paul’s view.

  He steps back, a finger against his lips, and his body reserved. He’s taking in every curve and every inch, and I can see on his face that he’s flabbergasted.

  My heart’s ready to jump out of my chest, just waiting for anything to happen. He’s teasing me and leaving me in suspense purposely, and it’s driving me wild. But I show restraint and hold him in my gaze as I lean back against his bed.

  Paul walks towards me slowly, keeping my eyes in his own gaze, and he places a hand on my hip. He cups my side and runs his hand up and down my curve, all the way from my hip bone to my breast.

  My pussy is so wet and primed for his perfect cock as he traces my shape. I’m practically squirming under his hand, and my fingers are curling into his bedding. His hands come over my tits, and he grazes his palms over my hard nipples before firmly groping them and massaging them, his thumbs running under their natural shape.

  I tilt my head back, and his mouth greets my neck with gentle, sensual kisses. I moan gently, enjoying every moment of him stimulating my body. He grabs my waist and lifts me effortlessly to the middle of his bed. He lays my head against his pillows.

  He remains at the foot of the mattress, admiring me like I’m a prize he’s won.

  I beckon him to join me with my sultry eyes. He climbs onto the bed, first extending his arms on the bed and then pulling his legs up so he’s on all fours over me.

  He kisses my belly button and awakens a million butterflies within my stomach. My toes curl, and my body twitches as his lips travel up my body. His face meets with mine, and we share a passionate kiss, our lips pushed hard against each other, our tongues traveling between our mouths.

  He reaches for my wrists, brings my arms over my head, and holds them down with his hands. Feeling the restraint, relinquishing all control, and just letting Paul do his thing is so exhilarating and thrilling. I stretch my hips upward, grazing my clit with his hard cock.

  He breaks our kiss and looks down at me sternly.

  “Not yet.”

  I pout to myself for a moment. There’s nothing more I want right now than for him to bury his cock inside me and
fuck me so hard I can’t walk straight.

  He props himself up, his knees tucked under him and his cock resting right over my pussy. He asks me a question as if he’s been reading my mind.

  “Tell me what you want now, Meg.”

  “I want your cock in me,” I quickly answer.

  He waits.

  “Please, sir. Fuck me.”

  A smile widens across his face. With one swift motion of his hips, his cock is waiting and ready, positioned at the entrance of my pussy. He slowly pushes his cock inside.

  I feel every inch of him travel inside of my tight, wet cunt. The tip brushes hard against my G-spot and continues upward, landing him right at my cervix.

  I let out a long, deep moan as he slowly pulls himself out. And back in, this time just a little faster. Every pump is more intense than the last.

  Paul’s face is full of concentration and full of lustful passion as he plows into me. Watching him so determined to impress me and satisfy me is as amazing as the sex itself.

  As he thrusts in and out of me, each movement makes his antique bed frame squeak under us. The faster he goes, the harder it squeaks, and the more I suspect we have an unintentional audience.

  As much as I care about what this household thinks of me, I can’t help but feel the overwhelming need to continue our fucking in an uninhibited, no holds barred manner.

  As I grab the headboard tight, my fingers curled around the back, Paul takes my legs and lifts them to his shoulders. He’s drilling me as deep as he possibly can, his cock pushing against my cervix and my G-spot unrelentingly.

  I moan loudly and wildly, nearly shouting an announcement through the entire house that I’m going to come from Paul’s huge cock.

  “Do you want to come now?” he asks me as he thrusts his cock in my pussy over and over.

  “Yes. God, yes. Please let me come, sir,” I answer immediately.

  He smiles at me and nods his head. With that signal, I relax the muscles in my pussy, gushing my cum all over his cock and squirting all over his bed. I whimper as my fluids flow out of me in my intense, incredible orgasm.

  Just as I control my breathing, my heart rate slows back to normal. I feel Paul’s cock pulsing in my pussy. His breathing is heavy, and I see beads of sweat rolling from his forehead.

  “I’m coming!” he announces as his hips flex forward, forcing his cock deep inside me.

  He holds it there as his cum shoots hard and hot into my pussy. He fills me so much that it starts spilling back out of me, and when he pulls out of my cunt, it just pools out onto his mattress with my own cum.

  I rest my head against his pillow and simmer myself down. I look forward and see him on his knees in front of me.

  He’s calm and relaxed and looks me right in the face.

  “Good girl,” he comments again.

  I grin and peer over to the side and see the open door for the balcony, taking a moment to reflect and realizing my panties are still out on the ledge. I stretch and sit up.

  Slowly, I prepare my dress and step into it.

  “Can you zip me?” I ask Paul.

  “Of course, doll,” he says. As he pulls the zipper back to the top, his arms wrap around me from behind, and he kisses my cheek. “Thank you,” he whispers into my ear.

  Chapter 12

  Evan

  I wake up early just as I always do, and I’m able to see the sun breaking out over the horizon. It’s my favorite time of the day; when everything’s quiet, and all you can hear are the sounds of the country.

  I’ve been coming here my entire life. Ever since my mother, Marilyn, married my father, George Belcourt, this has been my home. I’ve spent countless summers between here and in boarding school. I came home for the holidays even when I was in college.

  George Belcourt made this my home. He accepted me into his arms and into his family, and I’ve never thought about it since. He’s the only father I’ve ever known.

  This morning, as I look out upon the grassy gardens and the expanse of beautifully maintained grounds that circle the mansion, I see Meg, my ethereal angel, walking in the early morning air.

  I just watch her for a long time while taking in her beauty. She’s walking in some kind of a short nightgown. Her brown curls are gliding down her back.

  She must be an early morning person like myself.

  And yet in this moment, I’m reminded that my brother Paul stole her from me last night. For as much of a family as George Belcourt has built around him, there’s this ever-present competition with my brothers. We always go for the same girl—the prettiest girl—in the room.

  While none of us are relationship-people, it’s important for me to know that I have the upper hand on my brother. So I watch Meg with a certain amount of lust, desire, and jealousy—it’s all mixed into one.

  I want her so goddamn bad. I never should’ve waited. I never should’ve hesitated. I should’ve gone for her first.

  But Meg evokes this sense of vulnerability and sensitivity that I want to respect. She deserves the world.

  For some reason, I didn’t want to be a one night stand for her. I wanted more. I wanted to let her know that I care about her, and the only way to do that was to hold back for a while.

  My brother Paul gave no notice of going after her last night. He’s barely officially met her, and she’s already been to his bedroom. It makes me fume with envy. She walks around the grounds, and I wonder if her pussy’s feeling freshly fucked by him or what.

  Damn, how I wish it had been me.

  My brothers and I might be in competition for the same woman all the time, but we normally don’t share. Not one at a time anyway.

  I’m determined to have Meg, even if Paul’s already been inside of her.

  It doesn’t mean anything—it doesn’t mean that he’s won the game.

  I still have a shot. She’s barely gotten to know me and my charms. I’m sure when she does, I’ll be the brother that she chooses to be with.

  I pull myself away from the window and make myself an espresso. My suite has all the amenities, including an espresso center.

  I make it a double, and I make it strong. I need it for this morning. My mind’s racing with thoughts of spite and rivalry.

  The espresso machine pumps out the creamy dark liquid, and I take it to the window in a little cup to enjoy the view of Meg. My libido’s in overdrive, even this early in the morning. I have a hunger and a longing for her that’ll only be satisfied once I have her on her knees, begging for my cock.

  I decide it’s time for a grand gesture. The chef is still here from last night. I’m going to get him on the phone and to plan a little something for Meg that’ll surprise and delight her.

  I call the kitchen.

  “Hi, is Chef Bartholomew still in? Oh good, he’s already up. Please, can you inform him that I’d like to talk to him? Thanks.”

  I wait for the chef to get on the line. Finally, he does.

  “Yes, may I help you?”

  “Hi sir, it’s Evan. Listen, I’d like you to be in on a little surprise I have planned for the woman we dined with last night. Her name’s Meg. If it’s alright with you, I’d like to set up a little breakfast in the gardens outside. You know, something simple. Farm-to-table, and yet also elegant.”

  “Okay,” he says in his European accent. “I have the perfect idea for you. Don’t you worry about a thing. I’ll set up everything.”

  “Great, that’s perfect. Thank you, Bartholomew.”

  I’m so glad he’s on board. He’s the talk of the town in New York City, and we’re lucky to have him here. Now, he’s going to plan a special private breakfast between Meg and me.

  This will be my opportunity to get to know her and to start building up a relationship.

  I decide that I better call Mrs. Simmons just to make sure everything is set up in accordance to my plans.

  I call her direct line.

  “Mrs. Simmons. Hi, it’s Evan. I’d like you to set up a little rom
antic table in garden number seven. I’m going to surprise Meg with breakfast, so I want everything to be beautiful. Flowers, candles, and that antique teapot my father has hidden away somewhere.”

  “Yes, Mr. Reed. I’ll get that done immediately. That’s no trouble at all. Just give me about 15 minutes.”

  “Okay, Mrs. Simmons. Thank you very much.”

  I have all the pieces in play to surprise Meg. Hopefully, it’ll brighten her day, and hopefully, I’ll get to spend quality time with her, alone.

  I take a quick shower and then put on the best early morning casual outfit I can think of. I know how to dress for the country. It’s one of my favorite things to dress for.

  Fuck Paul. Fuck the fact that he stole her away from me. Whatever he has with her doesn’t matter because my connection’s gonna be stronger.

  That’s what I tell myself as I make my way through the mansion that’s lazily waking up.

  I take the side door outside and wander around to the place where Meg was. She’s there, admiring the greenery and the beauty of nature. I sneak up behind her.

  She truly looks like an angel, and I’m going to get to spend the morning with her like that, in her see-through nightgown.

  I’m so quiet that she doesn’t hear me at all.

  I slip my hands around her waist and say, “Good morning.”

  Chapter 13

  Meg

  I feel large hands come around my waist, and I’m startled. But I recognize that deep voice...it’s Evan.

  I turn around in his arms so that we’re face-to-face.

  “And just what are you doing here?” I tease.

  “Can’t I come say hello to my favorite girl?” he says.

  Seeing him like this, directly in front of me, causes a flurry of butterflies to go off in my stomach. I haven’t even had breakfast yet. Evan looks as handsome as ever, perfectly dressed for this crisp, cool country morning.

  “I just wasn’t expecting to see you, that’s all.”