by Madison Faye
They spun me, and I whimpered, leaning against Dustin’s chest as he leaned against the car. Blake pressed in behind me, pulling at my cutoffs and slipping them down my legs as his partner played with my breasts and growled into my kiss.
Dustin yanked his shirt off, tossing it away before he sat back on the hood of the car. I moaned, letting my hands wander his chest and his chiseled abs as I felt Blake cup my pussy through my soaked panties. The front of Dustin’s jeans was bulging, and I felt my pulse skip a beat, knowing what he had for me. I broke the kiss, biting my lip coyly at him as I started to kiss my way down his rock-hard chest.
I pulled at his belt, feeling him groan as I let my hand slide over the thick bulge there. I tugged on his zipper, reached inside, and instantly cooed as I wrapped my hand around his massive cock. His jaw clenched as he threw his head back, lifting up to get his jeans down. His cock sprung up, pulsing thick, and I felt my whole body shiver as I gripped it in my hand and stroked it.
Eagerly, my eyes locked on his, I leaned forward, opened my mouth, and wrapped my lips around his cock.
Dustin growled, his fingers tangling in my hair and pulling me onto his big dick as I sucked eagerly. I moaned as Blake stroked my lips through the cotton of my panties, before he slowly began to peel them off of me. They slipped down my legs, and I whimpered as I felt his finger stroke through my slick pussy lips.
I moaned around Dustin’s cock, swirling my tongue around his head and tasting the salty sweetness of him. He was so thick, and my lips felt so stretched as I sucked while Blake’s fingers sank deep in my pussy.
I gasped as I felt his hands pulling my legs wide apart and then I moaned loudly around the cock filling my mouth as I felt a hot, wet tongue drag up through my soaking wet slit. I pulled away from Dustin just enough to glance back to see Blake, kneeling between my thighs, his hands forcing my legs wide apart as he licked my pussy teasingly up and down. His tongue curled around my clit as he gently sucked on it, making me coo and moan as I turned back to inhale Dustin again.
Dustin grunted, his hands tight in my hair and sending a shiver through my body. He reached down and let his fingers tease my nipples, making me moan louder around his cock.
Blake’s tongue was driving me wild, but suddenly, he pulled away, and I heard him stand. There was the sound of his own buckle, and I whimpered as I felt the thick head of his cock ease against my pussy.
He leaned over me, his lips brushing my ear.
“I want to hear you moan for me, like a good little girl, while I give you every fucking inch of my cock.”
Fuuuck.
It was the filthy crassness that did it — the way he growled the words into my ear. This was what had gotten me so hot before — the way they worshiped me and also made me submit to them — angel and slut all at once.
“Moan for me, angel,” he growled.
I did, my high-pitched moans vibrating through Dustin’s thick cock as Blake dragged the head of his dick up and down my slit.
“Good girl.”
I pulled away from Dustin and cried out as Blake suddenly rocked his hips forward, giving me every fucking thick, pulsing inch of his beautiful cock. He groaned as he ground in deep, his powerful hands on my hips pulling me back onto his massive cock. He felt enormous inside of me, and it felt incredible. I moaned as I arched my back and pushed back against him until I could feel his balls tight against my lips. I clenched my pussy, feeling the pleasure roll through me as Dustin brought me back down to his cock.
I sucked him in, whimpering and gasping at the feeling of being filled at both ends by these two men.
Blake began to pump in and out of me, grinding deep as Dustin held my hair in his fist, pumping his hips, pushing his cock over my tongue and my lips again and again. Blake grabbed my wrist, pulling my arms behind my back and holding them as the two of them began to rock me back and forth, filling me again and again.
I slipped my mouth wetly off of Dustin’s cock and dipped down. He groaned as I let my tongue glide over his balls, sucking one and then the other gently into my mouth and swirling my tongue delicately over them. He gasped, his powerful hand gripping his cock and pumping it up and down while I slurped on his balls.
Blake growled behind me, one hand holding my wrists firmly, the other gripping my ass as he rocked his cock into me again and again. His thickness stretched me so completely inside, and I could feel my clit dragging up and down his shaft on every pump. My head spun, and my whole body shivered, knowing I was so close and knowing it was all because of these two.
Blake’s finger slipped over my clit as he thrust deep inside of me, and that did it.
I came like a freight train, my whole body seizing up and my pussy clenching tight around his big cock as the orgasm rushed through me. I moaned loudly around Dustin’s cock, feeling my body explode into a million scattered pieces.
I shivered as Blake slid out of me, but suddenly I found myself being pulled onto the hood of the car and put onto my hands and knees. The two of them certainly weren't done with me — not by a long shot.
Dustin got behind me, and I felt him slip his cock head up and down my slit. With a grunt, he pushed forward, burying every thick inch of his amazing cock deep in my pussy in one thrust. I cried out at the sudden full feeling, as he grabbed my hips and began to fuck me, hard.
Blake moved up onto the hood as well, sitting back against the windshield with his slick cock throbbing in the moonlight. I hungrily wrapped my lips around him, tasting myself and feeling my whole body shiver at how dirty it felt.
My two cops began to pump in and out of me in rhythm then, their big cocks stretching my pussy and my lips as they grunted and rocked their hips, fucking me, and driving us all towards that brink together. And I realized then, as I felt myself tumbling once again to that cliff's edge of a climax, that I loved how it felt to just be taken by them. I loved how it felt when they just manhandled me into position and pushed inside, claiming me as their own.
Just then, as I felt Dustin grind in deep behind me, I suddenly felt his thumb begin to tease around the tight ring of my ass.
I whimpered, and he chuckled darkly with a groan.
“Oh you liked that, didn’t you,” he growled. I moaned around Blake, nodding eagerly.
“Dirty fucking girl.”
His thumb slid in, and I pulled away from Blake, moaning loudly on the hood of that car.
“Fuck,” Blake groaned, reaching out to roll my nipples. “Get up here, baby.”
I gasped as he pulled me up, pulling me off of Dustin. The two of them flipped me as I moved into Blake’s lap with my back to him. I whimpered as they spread my legs wide and raised me up, and when I felt the slick, fat head of Blake’s cock resting against my tight little ass, I gasped.
“I’m going to claim this ass now, angel,” he growled into my ear. “And then Dustin here is going to fill that tight little pussy up with his cock, and baby, you are never going to feel as full as you will with us inside of you.”
The cry ripped from my lips, the raw need for them coursing through me like a drug. I whimpered, barely able to nod as I felt him start to pull me onto him.
“Where do you want this cock, angel?”
I moaned, gasping for breath as the sensations of his cock teasing my ass and Dustin running his fingers up and down my pussy shattered through me.
“Tell me,” Blake growled, making me moan.
“My ass!” I begged, shivering as I felt their powerful hands grip me tightly — feeling the coiled steel of Blake’s muscles at my back. “I want you to— fuck!”
I cried out as he slipped inside, the head easing through my tightness as his hands gripped my ass. I wailed, the pleasure erupting through me as he sank me down, filling my tight ass with every fucking inch of his massive cock. Finally, I could feel his heavy balls against my skin, and I let my breath out in a whoosh.
Dustin moved in, kneeling in front of me and pushing his hips forward. His fat cock-head nestled against
my entrance, and suddenly, he slid right in.
I almost came right then.
I cried out into the night sky, fingers clawing at muscles as the two big, powerful studs sandwiched me between them. I didn’t even have to move, because they did it for me. They held me in powerful, strong grasps, holding my body tight as they began to pump in and out of me — slow at first and then moving faster and faster as I started to moan like a woman possessed.
We moved like one, the two of them alternating strokes as I bucked my hips between them.
Hands stroked my skin, a finger rolled over my clit, and a mouth clasped over a nipple. They changed up the rhythm, and started to fuck in and out of me at the same damn time, together, and that’s when I started to shatter.
That’s when I knew I was about to come harder than I’d ever come in my whole life.
“Stay with us,” Blake growled in my ear, pumping his cock deep in my ass. “Stay here with us, Samantha.”
“We don’t know what happens tomorrow, or the day after that,” Dustin growled through gritted teeth. “But we do know one thing, and it’s the only fucking thing that matters.”
The two of them never even slowed as Dustin looked me right in the eye. “We love you, Samantha,”
“Damn do we love you,” Blake groaned, his hands holding me tight.
I could feel my body start to tumble. Between the two thick cocks filling me like nothing ever had before, and the fingers, and the mouths, and the feel of their bodies against mine.
But it was the words that did it.
“We love you,” Blake whispered again, and suddenly, I exploded.
My body clenched up then as the combination of their words and their bodies shattered me. And then I was coming, screaming out my orgasm as the two of them slid in deep and roared along with me. I felt Dustin explode first, his cock throbbing inside my pussy as he pumped his cum deep inside. Blake followed suit, groaning as his cock pulsed deep in my ass before he suddenly began to fill me with his cum.
The three of us kept rocking like that, slowing and slowing until we finally came to a stop. I gasped as the men slowly slid out of me, helping me onto my back and pulling me close between them. We sat back against the windshield of the car, looking up at the night sky and out over the moonlit ocean.
“I love you too,” I whispered, each of my hands finding one of theirs and slipping into it. “I love both of you, as crazy as that sounds.”
I could feel Blake grinning next to me. “Guess that means you’ll stick around?”
“Maybe,” I said with a coy smile.
“We’ll keep you here under lock and key if you don’t,” Dustin growled, his eyes smiling. “We do have handcuffs, and we will use them.”
I grinned as I bit my lip. “You promise?”
The men groaned, and I blinked in disbelief as both of them began to get hard all over again.
“Are you kidding me,” I gasped, jaw dropping and laughing as I stared at the two cocks slowly rising in front of me.
“About the handcuffs, or about doing that again?” Blake growled.
“Both?” I grinned, moaning as hands slid over my skin.
“I’ll get the cuffs,” Dustin growled in my ear, the two of them spreading my legs as they started to lean in, to take me all over again.
Epilogue
Samantha
Would it be cliché to say I moved in with them after that? What if I said that all the loose ends got tied up nicely, and that Dustin and Blake’s heroics at the house that day resulted not only in the taking down of Miguel Santiago’s entire operation, but also a major promotion, to captains, for both of them?
Now what if I said a year later, they had that house built they’d been talking about, up there on the hill overlooking the ocean? What if I said they taught me to surf during the day, and taught me to come more than I thought was possible at night? Would that be too clichéd?
And what if a year after that, I gave birth to our first son, and our daughter a year later?
What if I said we fell in love that day when they pulled me over? What if I said somehow, I’d found the two men that completed me that day — the two missing pieces to make my puzzle whole?
And what if I said we were happy, no matter what anyone else thought?
Too clichéd for you?
Well too bad, cause that’s exactly how it went down.
And I still ask for the handcuffs…
His Little Bad Girl
His Little Bad Girl
She's mine, she just doesn’t know it yet.
Her name is Tempest Kensington.
She’s eighteen years old.
She’s my student, and I want to know how sweet she tastes when she’s claimed for the first time.
I’m her headmaster. I’m twenty years older than her. But damn the implications. Screw the consequences. I know I’m blurring the lines, but I. Do. Not. Care.
Tempest Kensington is a grade-A brat. And she’s about to get a very thick, very firm dose of my discipline – over my knee and on hers.
Barely legal. Entirely off-limits. My temptation, my addiction, my obsession. My ruin, in a plaid skirt and knee-high socks.
It’s time for this little tease to learn exactly what happens to bad girls who look for trouble.
Sweet, filthy, and oh-so-wrong in the best kind of way. If you’re looking for something extra hot and wildly over-the-top, this one’s for you! Utterly obsessed alpha hero, sassy, untouched heroine, and enough insta-love, kindle-melting steam, and sugary-sweetness to make you beg for more. HEA with NO CHEATING!
Copyright © 2017 Madison Faye
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Cover: White Rabbit Creative
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All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. All acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual.
1
Christian
What a little fucking brat.
My jaw tenses as I digest the shit-storm that’s just been dumped on me by my assistant principal concerning a very particular problem student.
Suspended twice senior year — once for ditching school and smashing the shit out of a professor’s car, and the other for being caught drinking during fifth period.
This student, Jesus Christ.
I wasn’t expecting to take over as Headmaster of Thornbull Academy until this fall, but here I am barely two months into the job — a full summer earlier than expected, I might add — and I’m going to have to deal with this shit. Wonderful.
Academia is hardly the career path most guys who get out of the SEALs in one piece choose, but for me, it was a calling. After all, my dad may have been a military man, and that's the path I took young, but it was my mom who was the reader and the studious one. She taught preschool. Maybe it was a combo of both of them that’s led me from squad sergeant in Afghanistan, kicking down insurgent doors and dodging bullets, to be the firm hand of control and discipline at one of the richest, most academically focused private schools in the country. The studiousness from my mother, the discipline from my dad. The courage and firmness to carry through from the SEALs.
But like I said, I wasn’t supposed to start until fall. That w
as before ancient Doctor Lindon, my predecessor, passed away two months before the end of the school year and his retirement day. Not a bad way to go — quietly in your sleep next to your wife — I’ll grant him that after some of the shit I’ve seen in the Middle East. But still, it sort of put a damper on my plans to settle into the affluent seaside town of West Haven.
On top of that, Thornbull Academy is so academically prestigious, and it’s students so insanely driven, that it offers a post-senior-year, pre-college “summer semester.” For some schools, summer school is a last chance for the fuck-ups — a hail Mary for the slackers to get their shit together and graduate.
Not at Thornbull, let me tell you. At this place, it’s a way to add even more pages to a resume before you start in at Yale, or Harvard, or Cornell, or wherever. It’s a way for go-getter students to pack in as many college-level freshman credit classes as they can, so all these little valedictorians and salutatorians can hit the ground running at Ivy League schools. I mean hell, apparently last year, three guys used their summer program to build a stock-trading algorithm, and before they started college in the fall, they cashed out for a cool billion dollars.
Fuck, right? These kids are eighteen, rich, connected, and have their whole lives taken care. I mean they should be out chasing tail and drinking beers on the beach, not cramming more shit into their trust fund brains.
Not exactly the best mindset maybe for the new Headmaster, but fuck it, those are my thoughts on the matter.
I tap the desk in front of me before stretching my arms up and straining my muscles, feeling them pull against the still not-quite-familiar feel of a dress shirt and tie.
