by Stasia Black
“How do you like it babe?” Rafe kicked his pants off, fisting his cock and pumping it up and down with a brutal grip. “Nice and easy,” his voice dropped an octave, “or hard and rough?”
Shay looked up toward Rafe, her breath hitching at his gruff, growled words. He’d left his shirt on, but his powerful thighs, and good lord, that cock—he was one of the sexiest things she’d ever seen. Did he keep his shirt on because he was self-conscious about his arm? He didn’t have to be. She knew it wasn’t what was on the outside that made a man a monster.
“Hard,” she whispered, throat going dry. It was the only part of her that was dry. She was already shuddering, anticipating the feel of that powerful cock inside her.
“How hard?” Rafe asked.
She felt Charlie tense on the other side of her but Shay’s stomach only tightened in anticipation. Everything about her time with Charlie had been perfect. She wouldn’t have changed a single moment.
But as she licked her lips and met Rafe’s dark eyes, she instinctually knew that here was a man who could give her a different flavor of fuck. She didn’t flinch as she repeated, “Hard.”
Rafe didn’t waste any time after that.
He hauled her toward the edge of the bed by her ankle and then rolled her over onto her stomach. This wasn’t the playful flirt who’d winked at her over omelets. This was something altogether different.
“Hey!” Charlie said but Shay held up a hand to him.
“It’s good,” she said. And then, the next moment when she felt a huge cock impaling her from behind, her words were a groan, “It’s soooo good.”
Her eyes had dropped closed at the sensation but she opened them again, wanting to find Charlie. Was he disgusted by her? Did he think she was a slut for liking the fact that there was another man’s cock inside her only moments after taking his?
But Charlie didn’t look disgusted. He did look… conflicted, though. Like he wasn’t sure what to feel.
And maybe it was stupid but she didn’t want to lose his respect. She reached her hand out across the bed toward him.
Would he take it? Or pull away?
Almost as soon as she reached for him, though, he was meeting her halfway. His strong hand closed around hers.
And then he crawled across the bed to get closer to her while Rafe started to just absolutely pound her from behind.
“Oh God,” she cried. “Yes!” The bed frame was tall and the tips of her toes barely touched the ground. It was the perfect height and it provided just the right angle to be fucked from.
And fuck her Rafe did. His strong arm wrapped around her waist and he pistoned in and out of her pussy, the loud slap of his balls echoing throughout the room, along with the headboard banging against the wall.
It was so raw and dirty and— ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
She was already primed from her first orgasm with Charlie and here she was, already on the cusp of a second. Rafe’s cock was punching that place up inside her that few had the skill or size to reach. His was a cock she could quickly get addicted to.
Then there was Charlie, whispering in her ear and playing with her hair. “You’re so fucking beautiful, do you know that? Watching you take his cock so good, fuck. I’m gonna come again just watching you.”
“Touch yourself,” she gasped, eyes flying wide open as Rafe hit her G spot in such a perfect way that her whole body lit up. She fought back the orgasm though. She wasn’t ready for this to end yet.
She looked around for Henry and Jonas. She might not feel as comfortable with them yet, but well, she didn’t know Rafe any better and look how well that was working out. “Closer,” she panted when she found them watching from the other side of the bed.
They didn’t have to be told twice.
Jonas crawled across the bed, totally naked, his long, hard cock swinging between his legs. He put his hands on her shoulders. At first she didn’t understand what he was doing, but when Rafe next thrust upward, she got it. Jonas was helping to brace her so Rafe could fuck her even more deeply.
“Oh God,” she cried out, wriggling her ass back against Rafe as he pulled out and then shoved back in again.
And then it was just too much—all of them working together to bring her to the heights of pleasure. She couldn’t hold back. She bore down as tightly as she could around Rafe’s cock and screamed out her release.
Rafe roared as well. So loud she thought it shook the walls. Or maybe that was just her. Because holy shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. The spasm that rocked her body from so deep— It was hard and deep and just, God. She felt like she’d been flipped inside out by it.
She was still gasping for breath when Rafe finally withdrew. She felt his cum spilling down her legs and her sex gave another involuntary spasm. Even the aftershocks were so intense she had to drop her chest down to the bed because she didn’t trust her legs to hold her up at the moment.
Then hands were lifting and rolling her back to the center of the bed. She didn’t know who and she let her eyes drift close. She knew she still had two to go. She should open her eyes and see who was up to bat next.
Maybe they wouldn’t mind if she just laid here with minimal participation on this one? It had been a long day.
But as hands began caressing down every inch of her body, she didn’t feel anyone climbing over her. She cracked her eyes open.
Jonas, Charlie and Henry were perched all around her. She didn’t see Rafe. Where had he gone?
But then she was too tired to think much more about it. And God did their hands feel good. Jonas and Charlie massaged her feet. Henry had moved around behind her head to massage her shoulders.
But that was all.
No one was pressing for anything more.
Then she saw Rafe walking back toward the bed from the bathroom. He was carrying a cloth. She watched drowsily as he bent over and started cleaning her pussy with it.
She could only see the back of his head—he had thick dark hair that at some point she wanted to bury her fingers in while he pounded her. God, even the image had her sex clenching. Rafe paused in his gentle ministrations and she wondered if he could guess at what she’d been thinking.
How come when most people touched her, she flinched and could hardly stand it—but all night, every time her husbands had touched her, it had only felt right? And now… so relaxed. Even though they were still all but strangers to her.
It didn’t make any sense.
None at all.
But it felt so nice.
So… very… n…
Her eyes dropped closed as she fell asleep.
Chapter 10
HENRY
Their angel napped for over an hour. Henry meant to let her sleep all night. He really did. They’d covered her with a light blanket. Mostly, anyway.
It was just a crime to cover up those beautiful breasts. The nipples were such perfect little hard peaks. Henry sat beside her on the bed where she’d flung one arm over her head.
He traced one finger down from her collarbone to the valley between her perfect breasts and then around to circle her right areola.
Jonas was reading a book in the corner and Charlie and Rafe were quietly playing cards, but Henry hadn’t been able to draw himself away from Shay.
She was his.
Finally, after all these years.
It was all coming together. The life he was meant to have. This woman. This town. Everything had been leading to this.
He dropped and his tongue traced the same trail his fingers had just taken.
Right when he flicked his tongue back and forth across her nipple, Shay woke with a small gasp.
Henry only paused for a short second, then he sucked her nipple into his mouth. And he took a long sucking pull on it.
She arched into him and her hands flew to his head.
But not to pull him away. No, she was holding him in place.
She really was the perfect woman.
What if he pushed it even further? He grazed his te
eth around the hard bud of her nipple and she gasped, all but flying off the bed. Her fingers dug into his hair, she was shoving her breast into his face so hard.
His cock pulsed almost painfully.
If she reacted like this with him just sucking her nipple, how would she respond if he—
Suddenly, he had to know. He let go of her nipple, ignoring her dismayed gasp. He chuckled at her as he grasped her waist in both hands and kissed down her body, crawling between her legs.
When she realized his intent, she spread them eagerly.
He glanced up and saw her sleepy eyes heavy with lust. He didn’t break contact as he extended his tongue and took a long, leisurely lick up her slit.
Her little cry attracted the attention of all the other guys. They dropped what they were doing and hurried back to the bed as Henry tongued around her clit.
Her high keening cry was his reward. He grinned and latched onto her pleasure bud. He was merciless. He suckled on it hard, then teased the tip of his tongue back and forth across it in his mouth, never letting up on the suction pressure.
He wanted her to come hard and fast. She should get to experience every kind of orgasm tonight. The quick, sharp kind. The long, slow building kind. The ones like she’d already had, first with Charlie’s gentle, eager sex and then getting her brains fucked out by the brutal, one-armed guy, Rafe.
His technique was effective. Only moments later her knees were up, thighs clenched around his head as she screamed her release.
She was still gulping for air when Henry wiped his mouth on his forearm and climbed up over her. “You taste fucking amazing, lovely,” he whispered, then kissed her deep.
She kissed him back voraciously. Like she loved the thought of tasting herself on his tongue. His woman was a dirty one, wasn’t she? Fuck but he liked that.
He pulled back, reaching down to palm his hard cock. “Would you like to taste me?”
She grinned and Henry thanked all the heavenly host that she was his.
He moved up the bed, arranged some pillows, and sat with his back against the headboard, stiff cock standing straight up.
Shay got up on her hands and knees and crawled toward him. Right before she dropped her head down to his cock, though, she looked over her shoulder. When her eyes zeroed in on Jonas, she swayed her ass at him.
“Come and get it,” she whispered.
Henry’s cock jumped at her brazen words and the thought of another man fucking her while she sucked him off.
Good Lord, that was hot as hell.
Jonas had still been sitting on the chair in the corner, cards abandoned on the table in front of him, lazily stroking his cock. But he wasn’t a fool. At Shay’s words, he jumped to his feet and the next second, he was on the bed behind her. He dropped his hands to her hips, eyes on her ass.
Henry glanced down at the man’s dick. Any guy who said they didn’t compare dick sizes when they were around other dudes was a fucking liar. And Henry was gratified to see that he had at least an inch, maybe an inch and a half, on Jonas.
At the same time though, the man was as thick as a goddamned elephant. Thicker than any of the rest of them. She’d definitely be feeling it. Maybe even for a couple days afterwards.
Shit, the thought had Henry going even harder.
Especially when he thought about her swallowing his cock down her throat while Jonas fucked her with his elephant cock.
Henry put his hands to the back of her head and he directed her mouth to his cock. She gasped at his action and he paused. Shit. Was that too much? But when he looked down, he just saw her eyes flash up at him. They were dark and full of want. Fucking hell. It turned her on.
“Suck me,” he growled out, barely able to speak the words he was so fucking on edge. “Deep.”
She did. She didn’t tease with her tongue. She just swallowed his knob and immediately started up with the most glorious suction.
“Fuck yeah,” he hissed out, dropping his head back to the wall.
Good Lord, how long had it been since he’d had a woman in this position? Far too long, that was for damn sure. And never any as perfect as Shay.
Meanwhile, Jonas had taken up position behind her. He ran a hand down Shay’s spine, ending with a quick swat to her ass.
She coughed in surprise around Henry’s cock and he smiled. Well, well. Looked like there was more to the ex-preacher than met the eye.
Her bobbing rhythm stuttered when Jonas thrust into her. Henry tapped on the back of her head to bring her attention back to him. He wanted her present, with both him and Jonas. She wouldn’t miss a single moment of what they were doing to her body, not if Henry had his way.
Jonas smacked her ass again and this time, she swallowed Henry deeper than ever. Jesus, she could deep throat. He thought it was something he might have to teach her. But she was swallowing his cock down her throat like she’d been a sword swallower in another life.
It was a tight fit because, while he might not have Jonas’s girth, his cock was still sizeable. But Shay swallowed him down until her lips were at his groin, green eyes blinking up at him. It was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen in his whole life.
Before The Fall, women had only been accessories on his rise to wealth and power. One day, he’d settle down, he’d told himself. One day, he’d have the time to invest in something like a relationship. After he made partner at the firm. After he was certain he could give any family he had a life completely opposite the one he’d had growing up.
And now finally, ten years later, everything was coming together. Here was this goddess and soon she’d have their children and…
It was too much. He tapped at Shay’s jaw.
“Lovely, I’m gonna—” he barely managed to groan. But she didn’t pull off or move away. She just kept bobbing up and then greedily sucking him down her throat again.
His hips pistoned up and he shot his load down her hot throat.
She swallowed and the feel of her throat working on his cock—Jesus Christ—he’d never had better head in his whole life. None had even come close.
He’d known it the first time he’d seen her. She was the one for him.
He ran his hands through her hair, smoothing it back from her face as she continued suckling on his still half-hard cock, licking around the crown, back and forth across the slit in a way that had his cock clenching all over again.
All the while her body bounced, bounced, bounced with the rhythm of Jonas fucking her hard from behind, his fingers digging into her hips. She gasped as she let Henry’s cock out of her mouth, bowing her forehead to his thigh even as she thrust her ass back at Jonas.
But Henry hated to lose her eyes. Not so soon after sharing… well, okay, it was a blow job, but it felt like so much more.
“Shay.”
She tilted her head to the side on his thigh, looking up at Henry. Her lips were plumped and red from sucking his cock and her blonde hair falling over her shoulder.
“Gorgeous creature,” Henry whispered.
She smiled up at him for a second before her eyebrows scrunched and her mouth dropped open in an O of pleasure.
Jonas must have felt her coming because he upped his pace, faster and harder than ever. Jesus, Henry was starting to get hard again already just watching them. Was she squeezing around his cock? How tight? What did it feel like to be balls deep in her? He’d been the first to have her mouth and tomorrow night he’d be first up for her pussy.
Jonas wrapped an arm around Shay’s waist and then crawled up on the bed. He pulled her to lay sideways in front of him, spooning behind her. Her eyes dropped closed in ecstasy when Jonas lifted her leg and slid back inside her cunt.
Henry moved slightly so he could watch the spot where Jonas’s massively fat cock disappeared, in and out, in and out.
Good Lord the guy was stretching her tight little hole. Just watching it made all sorts of filthy thoughts flit through Henry’s head. Like, could she fit two cocks in there at once?
Finally Jonas stilled, face contorting.
But Henry just kept watching Shay. Lord, was she still orgasming? How long had it been now? Ten seconds? Fifteen?
Rafe had moved in and had a hand between her legs, stroking her clit as she continued to ride the wave, higher and higher until she dropped her head back down to scream her pleasure into Henry’s thigh.
It was official. Henry was going to die. His hot as fuck wife was going to kill him, right here, right now, she was so fucking sexy.
He reached down to pinch her nipples and she thrashed even more, gripping the sheets in her fists so hard it looked like she was going to tear them in two. And goddamn, if she did, sheets had never been sacrificed to a worthier cause.
Her orgasm went on and on, and when it finally, finally finished, Henry wanted to crow in triumph.
Because, goddamn, he’d wedded and bedded the most beautiful, perfect, passionate woman in the entire New Republic of Texas.
Chapter 11
SHAY
Shay was a restless sleeper. She always had been. Well, it seemed like that anyway. Maybe she’d slept soundly as a child? She couldn’t remember. Too much had happened in the meantime. Besides, that was another world—someone else’s life—it felt like. Most people she knew felt that way about life before The Fall.
So she wasn’t surprised when she woke in the middle of the night, especially considering her new surroundings. Actually, what surprised her was that she’d fallen asleep in the first place. Her survival skills were usually better honed than that.
She sat up slowly, barely breathing. She had to slide out from underneath Charlie’s arm that was wrapped around her stomach and Henry’s leg slung over hers.
One candle was still burning. The four men sleeping around her looked like ferocious lions at rest, asleep on the savanna.
