“Please stop crying.”
“You hurt me. So badly,” she said, shaking her head and then lowering her eyes. J.T. stepped closer and cupped her cheeks, and looked down into her eyes.
“Listen to me. We did not cheat on you. We were playing our part in blending in. The last thing we needed was for you to acknowledge us, engage in conversation or show interest, especially considering that some of the men you were with tonight are now on a list as being potentially connected to this investigation.”
She was shocked. “What? Who? What do you mean?”
“Before we explain, who the fuck was the guy who you hugged after you thought we were cheating? His hand went to your ass before he released you,” Cole asked.
She thought about it a moment, and remembered it was Bently.
“Oh, that would be Bently. He works for Lancaster’s. He’s a professional stripper,” she told him.
“What?” Farrow asked, teeth clenched.
She shrugged her shoulders. “You pissed me off, so I let him cop a feel,” she said straight-faced.
“We’ll take care of that in a little while,” Cole said, and she knew what he meant. Some kind of punishment.
So why did she get instantly aroused when she should still be angry with them?
“I don’t think so, Cole. I didn’t say that I forgive you,” she said to him.
J.T. gripped her hips. “You will forgive us because we didn’t do anything wrong, except protect you so no one there knew that we were your lovers, and that you’re ours.”
“Lovers? Nothing more?” she asked, and her voice cracked.
“We’ll talk about that, too, and come to an understanding.”
“An understanding? What does that mean, J.T.? Like what, you show up every night or whenever you want, and you bend me over the kitchen table, or the hood of my car and fuck me until you’re satisfied? What?” she snapped at him.
“Watch that tone,” he warned her.
She gulped but then straightened her shoulders. “Make me,” she replied. She saw the fire in his eyes, heard the low whispers of “oh shit” right before J.T. reached under her hair, pulled her close, and kissed her hard on the mouth. Before she could react, he pulled back and lifted her up in his arms, walked over to the chair in the living room, bent her over his lap, lifted her dress, and slapped her ass three times.
“J.T.!” she exclaimed.
His palm caressed her ass cheeks, the thong panties were pulled and ripped from her body, and then he smacked her ass again.
“We will be working on rules and discipline. This ass, this body belongs to us, just as our bodies belong to you. You will not let any other men touch what is ours, understood?”
“Only if you don’t allow any other women, whether under cover or not, to touch what is mine,” she countered, lifting up and feeling the blood reach her head while bent over his lap. Her dress parted, exposing her breasts, but she got her reply in. She wasn’t going to make it easy for them. Her night had been ruined. Until now.
“Oh Jesus,” Cole said, and came closer, then ran his palm over her ass and looked at her.
“I love you, Brazille. I don’t want any other women but you, and only you. But if you ever let another man, a stripper, caress your ass again, you won’t be able to sit for a week,” he said, and then smacked her ass cheek.
“Oh God, Cole. I love you, too. I was afraid to admit it. You guys aren’t really making a commitment and we haven’t even gone out on a date, and when I told my bosses about you, they warned me to be careful and then I was feeling uneasy and needed to see you guys, but we all had plans. So when you showed up and were with those women and then pushed me away, and told me to take a hike, I felt like shit. Like you used me and betrayed me,” she said and more tears fell.
J.T. lifted her up and she straddled his waist as he sat on the couch. He ran his palms up under her dress to her hips, as Cole placed his hands on her shoulders and Luke took a seat on J.T.’s left side, while Farrow took a seat on his right. They all were touching her, stroking her skin and staring at her.
“We’re in love with you, and it’s a first for us. We don’t do vulnerable, we’re soldiers,” he said to her.
“So that’s what? Supposed to make me feel better? Make me feel less like an object to you? Soldiers can’t love a woman, respect her, commit to her, or it’s a sign of weakness?” she asked.
He narrowed his eyes at her.
“I see you’re going to be getting a lot of ass spankings,” he said, and gripped her hips and slid his palms under her ass.
She gasped and felt her cheeks warm.
“It’s new for all of us, but we know what we want,” Farrow said, sliding his palm back and forth under her dress and over her thigh. Luke did the same on her other thigh, and all she kept wanting was for them to go higher and touch her pussy. To make her come. Hell, to make love to her, and then she pushed their hands down.
“It can’t just be about sex,” she said to them.
“It’s so damn good, baby. You telling me your cries of pleasure and our need to be deep inside of you every fucking chance we get, doesn’t feel good and right?” Cole asked her as he squeezed her shoulders and slid his palms down her chest into her top, cupping her breasts. She closed her eyes and then grabbed his hands as she looked up at him and then at the others.
“That’s all we’ve been doing, and I need more than that. You don’t talk to me, or tell me about your lives and who you are, what your dreams are, nothing,” she said.
“I’m pushing forty, baby, I have no dreams, my focus is being a Marine, a member of Sons of Justice, and watching over my men, and now you, too,” J.T. said to her.
She stared at J.T. At the new gruff growing along his cheeks and chin, at the serious, commanding expression he constantly had, and she felt the power he emitted and the truthfulness of his words. Her reaction was more than she expected.
“I respect that. That right there is something,” she said to him.
“A start?” he asked.
“A start.”
“Making love to you the second you get home has been a great fucking routine we’re messing up right now. I say before we get into deep, emotional conversation, we make sure things are perfect between the five of us. I’m pretty fired up, and jealous still having to watch your sexy body in this dress as other men watched you, flirted and even stole little caresses. I need inside of you, baby. To know that you belong to my team and me. We can talk later,” Luke said to her.
She stared at him as he eased his hand under her dress and right to her pussy.
“Lift up,” J.T. ordered, and she did immediately. She felt the zipper on the back of her dress go down, and then Cole lift it up over her head. She was completely naked as Luke pulled her down to kiss him. She reached for him as he reached for her and their mouths connected. Cole’s palms rubbed down her back to her ass. J.T. stroked her cunt as Farrow squeezed her thigh, hip, and ass, while rubbing his palm back and forth over her skin. Instantly, she wanted them. Inside her, making love to her, and then she realized they were doing it again. They were avoiding conversation, controlling the next move and action. She pulled back. And lifted up, causing J.T.’s fingers to dislodge from her cunt. She felt every sensation, and the loss of his strokes bothered her and made her want to just give in and submit.
“Wait. Wait a second, you’re doing it again,” she said and stood up. She grabbed her dress off the rug and held it in front of her. She paced a moment, her back toward them, and then she turned around just as Cole stepped closer.
“This isn’t some game to shut up. We were assholes to you before, and it was done to protect you, not hurt you. We did what was necessary and we’ll explain what’s going on,” he said to her.
“Don’t you believe us?” Luke asked.
She stared at them. She did believe them, but she was still so hurt, and then she thought about how long she waited to let down her guard and she let them in, then tonight
was a mess. She was tired of being taken advantage of, used as if she would just bounce back.
“We’re not Brian. We’re not going to cheat on you and leave you with a lease on an apartment and piled up credit card bills,” J.T. stated.
Her jaw dropped. “What? How did you—” She covered her mouth with her hand. “You investigated me?” she asked, and tears filled her eyes as anger hit her belly and she wanted to punch someone.
“Not until tonight. Until we saw you socializing with these men of interest,” Luke told her.
Then J.T looked at her, he was still leaning back against the couch all cool, calm and collective like this was no big deal, investigating her life, perhaps looking back at personal things, at bills, at a time when she struggled to make ends meet, but she did it. The bastards really pissed her off and the way he leaned back as if doing this to her was a normal process. Nothing about this relationship was normal. Not the ménage, not the instant need for these men to make love to her, hell, fuck her, and she didn’t care, or at least she thought she didn’t care if it was just sex. But apparently she wanted more. She wanted them completely committed to her and her to them. She didn’t want them to cheat on her, to use her. So why by them investigating her as a potential part of a criminal investigation hurt so much. Yet in the back of her mind she accepted it. Was it because they already had a hold on her? Were they already controlling her? Manipulating her? Holy God, now what? What do I do, how do I remain in control here?
J.T. narrowed his eyes at her, and she just stared at them with mixed emotions, and no words came to mind as he spoke.
“We didn’t have a choice and we needed to be sure—”
“That I wasn’t involved in something illegal? In something that is so intense, the Sons of Justice soldiers are helping in the investigation?” she raised her voice and then shook her head. “Get out.”
They just stared at her with those fierce, defiant expressions as if she was kidding and she had no rights, no power, no authority over them or what they wanted to do.
“I don’t want you here. I don’t trust you. I don’t know you, any of you at all.”
Farrow snagged her around the waist and pulled her close.
“Cut the fucking bullshit out. You do know us. Stop and think about where we were, and what position we were in. That soldiers have been injured, and then men who could be responsible and connected were talking to you, showing interest in you and people you know. We had to make sure not just for ourselves, but for the safety and integrity of this investigation. You think we were happy about that? No! But we did it, and we got here and waited for you so we could explain everything to you. Does that sound like men who don’t care? That can’t be trusted? Men who aren’t planning on claiming guardianship of you?” Farrow demanded to know.
“Guardianship?” she asked, and now she was completely overwhelmed with emotions. Guardianship meant that they were going to officially claim her as their woman. They were going to make a public declaration of their commitment and love for her to their friends, their organization Sons of Justice, to the community they lived in, and she would belong to them.
Farrow pulled back slightly, grabbed her dress from her hands and tossed it, then lifted her up into his arms and squeezed her tight.
His hand was under her ass and the other slid up her back to the base of her neck and head.
“Enough of this. We love you, all right? We care so fucking much about you, we’re crazy over this. Now enough of the insecurities and kiss me, woman, before we take you to bed and make love to you together.”
She stared at him. At hard, full force Farrow and she followed her gut, and her need to be claimed by them, to feel them each inside of her. She cupped his cheeks and kissed him.
* * * *
Farrow carried Brazille up to her bedroom. He lowered her down to the bed and released her lips, trailed his mouth along her chin and jaw as he raised her hands above her head. He gripped her by where her elbows bent.
He suckled against her breast and then lifted up.
“Keep them up there, and open for me,” he ordered, and she complied with a shaky breath. As he eased lower, he saw her glistening cunt. She was turned on, aroused, by his orders despite her fears and reservations about being hurt.
His team joined them, undressing, then lowering to the bed to feast on her, too.
Cole on the left side and Luke on the right.
“We picked something up on the way. Our plan was to see you no matter what tonight,” J.T. said, and as Farrow lifted her hips he suckled on her clit and pussy, drawing her juices into his mouth, and sliding tongue from cunt to anus, back and forth, as she wiggled and moaned while Luke and Cole held her hands above her head and sucked on her tits. Farrow exhaled as his worries, his jealousy, still simmered on the edge.
“J.T.?” she questioned, and as Farrow slid his tongue in and out of her cunt, he glanced toward J.T., his expression so hard, so serious as he tapped the tube of lube in his palm.
“This is lube, to make sure we don’t hurt you when we take you together. You’re going to have a cock in every hole tonight. We’re going to make love to you together, over and over again, until we all feel content and know that we’re one. That there’s no more uncertainty or fear.”
“Oh God, J.T. I’m…I’m…scared. Oh!” she exclaimed as Farrow slid a wet finger into her ass.
She lifted up and shook her head side to side. “Please, please I need you. I want that. I want to belong to you and you to me, please,” she begged as her pussy clenched and leaked.
“Now,” J.T. commanded, standing there naked and ready to claim Brazille.
Farrow lifted up. “Cole, Luke, get her ready,” he said, and Farrow stripped out of his clothes as fast as he could, considering his dick was so hard. He shimmied out of his pants then boxers, his cock tapping against his belly; the need to claim her to be buried deep inside of her was overwhelming.
“Brazille.” Cole grunted as she pushed him down and kissed and licked along his pectoral muscles to his cock. She took it into her mouth and began to bob up and down.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
Luke smacked her ass and then fingered her from behind. She widened her thighs and rocked against his fingers.
“She’s all fired up. You two ready?” Luke asked, glancing at them with a palm to her ass cheek and a finger deep in her cunt, stroking and drawing juices from her.
“More than ready,” J.T. said and looked at Farrow.
“Nice and easy,” he whispered. And Farrow nodded. He would make sure that Brazille never felt any pain ever. That she was always protected and cared for by him and his team.
Farrow slid onto the bed.
“Ease up, honey, it’s time,” Farrow said, and she lifted and released Cole’s cock as Cole immediately sat up and stroked her cheek and hair.
“Get on up here,” Farrow said, laying down. Legs hanging over the bottom of the bed so J.T. could stand and fuck her ass at the same time behind her.
She lifted up and Farrow drew her down by her hair and neck, kissed her tenderly, and slid his hand along her ass. When he released her lips, she lifted up, eased her hand to his cock and then lowered and lowered. “Wait,” he said, wanting, needing, to be inside of her, but it seemed she was needy, too.
“I want to taste you first,” she said, and just as she opened her mouth to suck on his cock, J.T. slid lube into her ass. She moaned and tightened.
Smack.
“Ease those muscles,” J.T. ordered and she did. She even widened her thighs and then moaned as she slid her mouth up and down over Farrow’s cock. She shocked all of them when she reached to the right and started stroking Cole’s cock with her hand. Up and down, she worked both cocks.
“Jesus, Brazille, you’re going to be the death of me,” Cole said.
“Fuck yeah, she is super fucking hot,” Luke said, and caressed her ass.
“I need, too, baby. Let’s make
love together. Let’s bind us forever,” J.T. said, and she eased her mouth from Farrow’s cock and he locked onto that sultry, sensual smile, those full, wet lips, striking blue eyes, and he could come right here, right now.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he said, and lifted her hips to ease her onto his shaft. She sunk down onto his cock, hot, wet, tight as a vice grip; her pussy sucked him in and she held steady and moaned.
“Mouth. Now,” Cole commanded with a hand to the base of her head and hair, drawing her down to suck his cock. Farrow lifted her hips up and down, adjusting her to his thrusts and her sucks as she bobbed her head up and down over Cole’s cock.
They were moaning when J.T. started pumping his fingers faster.
“Oh, baby, this ass feels so ready for cock. We are going to own this ass tonight. We’ll all going to fuck it, claim it, mark you our woman. Here I fucking come,” J.T. said, and she moaned against Cole’s cock.
“Hurry the fuck up,” Cole complained and Luke chuckled. Luke was on the other side right next to them, caressing her back and her ass.
“Look at that. Holy fuck, I’m going shoot my load just watching,” Luke said as J.T. clenched his teeth and started to push his cock into her ass.
“So tight, holy fuck, Brazille, ease up those muscles, baby. I’m almost in,” he said, and then he moaned and Farrow felt it, too. They exhaled.
“Ours. All fucking ours,” J.T. said.
“Hurry up and claim her ass, because I’m claiming it next,” Luke said, and J.T. began to thrust harder, deeper and pick up pace.
“Brazille!” Cole called out her name as he rocked his hips, held her head and shot his load down her throat. She swallowed and moaned, tightened slightly, probably by the way Cole grabbed her, but she didn’t pull away and continued to lick him clean. Cole fell back.
“Holy fuck,” he said, and then she moaned and lowered down to Farrow’s chest. He felt her heavy breathing, her tongue and mouth on his skin as he thrust his hips up and down, and J.T. stroked into her ass.
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