Authors: Delilah Devlin
Lily's Last Stand (4 page)
His heat warmed her back a moment before he kissed the side of her neck. “You are so fucking perfect. So beautiful. I want you so much.” He ground his cock against her bottom. “Can you feel how much I want you?”
She couldn’t have answered him with words if she’d tried. She mewled and snuggled her back against his chest, loving the feeling of being stuffed with one man’s cock and having Brent’s ride the crease of her ass.
“Put your hands on his chest and lean forward. Lou, fuck her while I find the lube.”
Her gaze widened at that last part and slammed into Lou’s.
One corner of his mouth was tilted in a smirk. “Guess we’re both having firsts tonight.”
“You’ve never shared a woman?”
“I’m not that kinky.”
She raised a brow.
“Swear, the most exciting thing that ever happened to me, before tonight, was seeing you standing naked in those high heels. Thought I’d died and gone to heaven. Had to go straight home and jerk off in the shower.”
She grinned, but gasped when he moved her, gripping her bottom and forcing her to slide on his cock. “I like the way you feel,” she whispered.
“Your cunt’s juicy and hot. I like it, too.”
“I’m right here, you know,” Brent muttered.
Both Lou and Lily turned to watch as Brent smoothed gel up and down his cock.
“That’s for her, right?” Lou quipped.
“Why? You worried?”
Lily grinned and ground down on Lou’s cock. “And now, my list of fantasies just grew exponentially.”
“You hold that thought,” Brent said, disappearing behind her again. And then his hands cupped her lower on her ass and spread her cheeks. “I’m torn. Do I join Lou in your cunt, or do I fuck your ass? Which do you deserve, darling? Either one’s going to leave you sore.”
“You’re asking me?” Lily bit her lip because that question had come out sounding like a whine.
“We won’t fit, Brent,” Lou said, his voice deepening into a husky rasp.
Which clued Lily that he was excited by the idea of trying. “Coming into my cunt would really hurt me good,” she drawled.
Brent’s laugh was dirty. Lou groaned.
A hand against her back had her flattening over Lou. “Did you ever think in your wildest dreams you’d be here?” she whispered.
Lou’s mouth curved. “Only in my wildest fantasies. Sorry, Brent. Your wife is hot.”
“So you keep telling me.”
Lily felt a finger slid inside her atop Lou’s shaft. Her entrance was stretched upward. And then she felt the tip of Brent’s cock pushing into her.
The stretch was almost unbearable, but once the cap was inside and his slick shaft was rubbing inside her walls, she forgot to complain. She could hardly breathe she was so full.
“Mother fucker,” Lou said, his teeth gritting.
She leaned down until her mouth hovered over his. “Did you say that because it hurts or because you like it a little too much?”
Lou growled and gripped the back of her head, bringing her down for a hard kiss. “You still taste like me.”
Brent stroked deeper. “It gonna bother you that I’m the one who’s going to get you off?”
“Fucker.”
Lily laughed and rubbed her tits against Lou’s chest. “Brent, I’m so fucking full. I can’t move. Can you, Lou?”
“We’ll have to do it together,” Lou said, his voice tight. “There’s not a lot of room.”
So, together the men moved inside her, shoving in and out, while she braced her knees and hands against the mattress to resist their strokes. Friction had never burned hotter, and she’d never been this wet—her body releasing wash after wash of fluid to ease their motions.
“Don’t know how long I’ll last,” Lou said.
“Stop moving then,” Brent rasped. “I’ll stroke you both. Anytime now, Lily.”
But she didn’t want to come. Not yet. She’d never felt this—blanketed above and below. Two strong, lovely men fucking her with a flattering intensity.
“Now, Lily,” Brent bit out.
And it was easy, letting go and riding the wave that lapped over her, making her tingle head to toe. Her channel rippled with strong convulsions and her pussy pulsed, milking their cocks.
Lou quickly followed. “Oh,
fuck-fuck-fuck
!” His body arched as he drove his cock deep, and cum jetted into her.
She listened bemused since before tonight she’d never heard him curse before.
And then it was Brent’s turn. He wrapped his fist in her hair and pulled her up, forcing her to arch her back and brace her hands against Lou’s chest.
Then he began bucking, slamming hard into her in shallow strokes that caused another ripple of pleasure to sweep over her. She cried out, and hung there, rocked by Brent’s hard thrusts, until he too exploded, his muffled shout echoing in the stillness.
He collapsed over them both. She snuggled against Lou’s chest. “Can you breathe?” she asked.
“Doesn’t matter,” he said. “Don’t move while I gather my pride.”
Which made her laugh. Brent, too, jerked against her back.
The feel of all three of them chuckling hard was astounding. “You’re both jerking inside me,” she whispered.
“How do you feel?” Brent asked, kissing her shoulder.
“Like a well-used whore.”
He bit her skin. “You are well-used, but never call yourself a whore. You’re loved, Lily.”
“I should probably go,” Lou said, his smile a little sad.
Lily glanced over her shoulder.
Brent’s mouth twitched at the corners. “We’re worn to nubs, Lou. And the bed’s plenty big. Let’s just rest a bit, and then we’ll all have dinner together. That okay with you, Lily?”
Again, he was leaving her the choice. Dinner. More intimacy. Perhaps another round of sexy fun. As they untangled, she stayed turned toward Brent. Lying in his arms, she listened to the steady beat of his heart—strong and true. She leaned back to look into his face. “I love you.”
“I know. I’m a very generous husband.”
They smiled, and she arched a brow and tilted her head in Lou’s direction. He gave a grunt—as close to giving permission as he’d allow for now.
Lily shifted and stared at Lou whose hands were folded beneath his head. “It’s okay to snuggle, you know.”
“Do you need that, Lily?” he asked softly.
“Since we’re going to be such good friends, yes, I do.”
Lou’s glance cut away to Brent, but she didn’t see his signal. But Lou moved closer, turning her again toward Brent, but carefully draping an arm over her hip and easing closer to her back. He kissed her hair.
“See?” she whispered. “This isn’t a bit awkward.”
“No, it’s not.” Brent sighed. “I don’t want to sleep tonight.”
“Neither do I,” she said, excitement beginning to stir inside her again.
“Sleep’s overrated,” Lou muttered.
Lily settled happily between the two men, imagining the future. She’d have to work a bit to get the guys to go along with what she planned next. But they were both so malleable. So eager to please. She’d gotten everything she’d wanted—and more than she’d ever dreamed.
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True love bites!
Emmy Harris knows she’s not perfect. She has a little extra padding and isn’t the brightest bulb, but you’d think she was a sexy rock star the way everyone at a certain night club treats her from the moment she walks through the door. In fact, the two sexiest men there can’t seem to keep their hands off her, until one of them sweeps her away to his private domain. A girl like her isn’t going to waste a chance like that! So he’s a little rough and likes to take a nibble or two while he pleasures her. For a girl who didn’t know she’d never experienced a full-blown orgasm before, Dylan’s eccentricities are delicious!
Dylan O’Hara only wants a night of passion to slake his lusts, but finds Emmy is a full-bodied, red-blooded siren whose innocence and humor draw this Master vampire like a moth to a red-hot flame. When Emmy attracts the attention of a serial-killing vampire, Dylan vows to protect her, but he fears he’ll lose Emmy once she discovers he’s not quite human…
Be warned. Emmy Harris doesn’t think like most romance heroines. You’ll get a glimpse of her funny little mind here…
A
t his urging,
Emmy couldn’t hold back another second. She dug her fingers harder into his hair and pulled. “Come with me,” she said, her voice tight. And then she whimpered. The experience was too much. He was too much—Mr. Stamina. Too hard and lean and beautiful. His lovemaking was astounding and—something she never thought she’d admit—
too strenuous
. She panted like she’d run laps, something she’d never ever do.
He shook his head and continued the deep thrusts that pounded against the gate of her womb. Buried to the hilt, he ground his pubic hair against her clitoris until she was so sensitive to the scrape, she thought she might come out of her skin. And she was right effing there, could feel the tension wind tighter in her core.
But she wanted him with her. This one last time, she needed the whole enchilada. “Baby…bite me.”
He stopped. His arms grew rigid and his nostrils flared. “Don’t move,” he said, his voice holding a note of desperation.
“I want you, Dylan. All of you.”
“Dammit! Emmy, do you even know what you’re asking?”
“For you to trust me to be strong?” She lifted her hands to his cheeks. “Do you think I haven’t seen your other face?”
His entire body shuddered, and he closed his eyes. “Then watch,” he whispered.
Breathless with curiosity and a tinge of fear, she held still beneath him. His eyes opened—not the dark orbs she knew were green—but glowing circles that reflected the waning moonlight, like an animal’s.
The better to see me.
His cheekbones lifted, popping and cracking as his face reassembled into the monster mask, his skin stretched tight around it. His lips curved above teeth that slid over his human set, long and razor sharp, the longest at the four corners of his smile.
The better to eat me.
The most miraculous part of the transformation was the muscle that grew rigid and strained beneath his skin, stretching him outward, turning the arms that held her knees to stone. And his cock was one of those things hardening and enlarging, pushing deeper without a flex of his hips.
The better to fuck me.
A low growl rattled in his throat, and for a moment, Emmy had doubts she was really ready for this. Something was wild and primal about that growl. But then his tongue, longer, rougher, swiped along her throat. Her skin grew numb. She relaxed. He’d considered her comfort—part of the man was still inside the monster. Angling her head to the side, she held her breath.
His teeth sank slowly into her neck, burning at first, then he drew, sucking her blood, and pure sensual heat spread from her neck, moving downward and tightening her breasts and belly.
His enlarged cock pushed inside her, pulled out, and pushed again. His thrusts were so powerful her buttocks left the bed with each stroke. Still, he kept a steady rhythm that soon had her wishing he’d move faster, harder, rougher. And she told him so.
He growled in response—the Big Bad Wolf buried between her legs, and she reveled in the power to make him lose control and be the beast for her.
That she could inspire the beast in any man was a revelation.
