Acres, Natalie - Pole Position [Country Roads 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

Colt smirked. “See what happens when I leave you alone with her for a couple of days? The little thing gets as bossy as she was back when she was having tea parties and looking for her happy endings.”

“I’ve got a happy ending for all of us if you’ll let me handle the entertainment today.”

Brant grunted. “Guess you’re the man up front.”

“Not a chance,” Colt said, standing behind her and slapping her ass.

Brant moved toward her, stalking her open mouth like a man on one hell of a mission. He held his cock and pressed the tip to her mouth, dragging his penis back and forth. She stared into his knowing eyes and rubbed her lips over the swell of his head, flipping the crest with her tongue as she tantalized and teased.

“Were you a good girl while you were gone?” Colt asked, running his hand over her hips and ass.

“No, Sir,” she replied, pressing her chest against the cold metal furniture while mumbling against the tip of Brant’s slick shaft. The cool desktop was soothing, and she was quite relaxed there.

Colt positioned his cock at her back hole, pressing his lips to her nape as he dragged his tongue back and forth over the thin hairs scattered at her neck. Brant thrust inside her mouth with the tip of his cock tapping against her throat. Colt slapped her bottom.

“I’m glad you were a bad girl,” he whispered at her ear. “I don’t know what to do with good little girls anymore.”

“Me either,” Brant said, tossing his head back over his shoulders and grinding inside her mouth.

She sucked and bucked, slurped and moaned, and within seconds, her bottom was well prepared, her puckered hole flexing as she fought to encourage impalement. Instead of fucking her ass, Colt continued to tease, watching as she taunted Brant.

She whipped her tongue around Brant’s size and then rose to the tip, whispering sweet nothings against his length. “What do you want, Brant?”

A dry chuckle left his lips and he yanked her forward, pulling her away from Colt in the process. He carried her to a nearby sofa where he stretched out across the cushions, careful to ensure her body flattened against his.

Once there, he penetrated her right away, stuffing his penis inside her so rapidly she gasped with the sudden invasion. “There, baby,” he crooned. “Now we’re both happy.”

“Oh yes,” she whispered, clenching around his dick as his cock stroked her pussy.

Brant slid in and out of her cunt with a slow speed, working his thick dick inside her walls deliberately as he nipped at the fullness of her breast, tweaking a nipple with his reverent tongue.

Seconds later, Colt joined them. Sucking his middle finger, he grabbed hold of her hip and separated her ass cheeks, rolling the digit right outside her anus.

“Oh God,” she breathed, thrusting her hips back as she searched for something far more satisfying.

Brant fucked her pussy with hard thrusts, pounding inside her while Colt continued to play, working the pad of his finger right inside her back entrance.

“Hurry, Colt,” she encouraged him.

“Hurry, you say?” he asked, leaning over her back and pressing his lips to her ear.

“Yes, please, Sir.”

“I know how to please you,” he promised. Then, he slid inside her ass and penetrated her with long, deep strokes.

She stilled at first, trying to allow her body time to accommodate them. Then, she rocked between them, wiggling her bottom against Colt’s cock as he hammered forward.

Brant eased in and out of her pussy, and the slower his pace, the more Princess tried to inspire him. She looked down, trying to view the point of penetration, flattening her palms against Brant’s hips as she rolled with the punches, going front to back and accepting what each man gave.

Colt found a gait guaranteed to set a woman right while Brant continued to struggle, fighting for his rightful place.

“Are you all right?” Brant asked tenderly, brushing long bangs away from her face.

“I’ve never been better,” she said, reveling in the union. “This is what I’ve waited my whole adult life to do!”

As her confession resounded in the room, they exploded inside her, using her body for something more than passion, far more than lust.

They pampered her as they screwed her, caressed her as they fucked her. Together, they made her believe in the power of love, the gift of compassion, and the true magnitude of desire by showing her how much they adored her, how much they cherished her. How willing they were to give her the fairy-tale ending she’d always hoped to find.

THE END

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