by Madison Faye
I slurped on them, tonguing his balls as I reached up to stroke his thick shaft. Wilder growled, driving his hips against mine as he gave me every fat inch again and again.
“We have a surprise for you tonight, angel,” he groaned, his thrust slowing. He reached down, letting his thumb brush over my clit like he knew I loved, and making me whimper for him.
“Oh?” I gasped, pulling my mouth from Lincoln.
The two of them pulled away, moving to slide on either side of me. Their hands teased over my body, one kissing me and then the other as I melted into the bliss of having them both so close to me like that.
“Yeah,” Lincoln purred. “A surprise. Something you’ve wanted for a long time…”
I bit my lip, looking at him quizzically before turning to do the same to Wilder.
“What do you—”
And suddenly, with the hungry looks in both their eyes, I knew exactly what they meant.
Oh God yes…
“We’re both going to take you, angel,” Lincoln growled. “Together.”
“Both of us, in your tight little asshole and your sweet little pussy,” Wilder groaned, reaching down to tease my clit.
I moaned, the very thought of both of them taking me like that sending raw heat blazing through my body.
“Are you ready for that, baby girl?” Lincoln purred. “You ready to feel both our cocks stretching this tight little body out for us until you come so fucking hard for us?”
All I could do is whimper and moan, nodding eagerly as they both started to kiss me hungrily. We rolled, Wilder moving onto his back and pulling me on top of his. I gasped, my legs going astride his hips as he centered his cock against my eager, slick pussy. He pulled me down, making me moan as I felt every beautiful inch of his big cock slide deep inside.
He grabbed my ass tight, pulling me hard against him as he ground his cock deep inside. I watched, panting as Lincoln rose, moving behind me with his hand fisting his huge cock. Wilder slowed as Lincoln crouched behind me, and when I felt the huge, swollen head of his cock press against my tight, sensitive little asshole, I whimpered.
“Nice and easy, baby girl,” he purred into my ear. One hand held his cock firm, the other pulling my ass open as he eased the head against my ring.
“Open that ass for daddy, princess. Let daddy put his big cock in this tight little ass.”
I moaned, trembling between them as Lincoln slowly pushed harder.
“You're going to feel both of us inside of you, angel,” Wilder growled, reaching up to cup my breasts with one hand. His other slid between us, rubbing my clit and making me whimper as Lincoln slowly started to pry my ass open with his enormous cock. Slowly, ever so slowly, I felt his swollen head slip inside, making me cry out at the sudden feeling of being so filled.
He growled, gripping my ass tight as he pushed forward, inching the head inside my hot, clenching little asshole.
Holy fuck did he feel good.
It all felt good, and I didn’t even realize it was me whose moans were filling the room until Wilder pulled me down to swallow them in a kiss. Lincoln keep easing in, pushing inch after thick inch deep into my ass, until I was totally filled by him. They both held me like that, letting me gasp for air and tremble between them — letting me get used to the feel of being completely filled by two hard cocks.
And then, they started to move.
Both of them pulled out in unison, easing their thick cocks out of my body until just their heads remained inside. And then they both drove in, giving me every single inch of both of them, and making me scream in pleasure as they filled me to the brim. I moaned, clawing at the bedsheets as the two big, powerful men held my body tight and fucked me like I’d never even dreamed I could get fucked.
They moved faster, driving in and out of me, and making my whole body erupt in pleasure. Their hands were everywhere, stroking my skin, gripping me tight, pinning my body to each other as they fucked their big, thick cocks into me over and over. Wilder kissed me hungrily, swallowing my moans as Lincoln drove in and out of my clenching, tight ass, his lips on my neck.
I felt like I was drowning in pleasure, sandwiched between these two amazing, powerful, rough and yet tender men. Their hands and mouths moved over my body, holding me tight as they both drove into me again and again, until I was sure I was going to explode from the pleasure.
“Come on our big cocks,” Wilder growled into my lips, his cock pumping deep into my slick, dripping wet pussy. I could feel my juices and his precum leaking down my thighs and coating his balls
“Be a good little slut for your daddies and come with that big cock in your ass and mine filling this tight little pussy up.”
“Come for us, princess,” Lincoln groaned, his cock swelling up so big inside of me. “Come for daddies.”
The orgasm hit me like a tsunami, crashing over me and shattering everything around me. I screamed in pleasure, my entire body seizing up and spasming and my whole world melting around me as the biggest orgasm of my life thundered through me. The two of them kept moving, fucking me faster, and harder, and roaring into my skin as they both came crashing over after me.
I could feel them both come at the same time, Wilder driving his cock deep in my slick little pussy and letting go. Hot, pulsing ropes of his cum pumped deep inside of me, filling me up and leaking out around us. Lincoln roared as he grabbed my hips and buried his cock to the hilt in my hot little ass. I could feel his heavy balls jumping against my skin as he emptied them into me, his hot, sticky cum coating my ass until the three of us came to a gasping halt.
We collapsed onto the bed, rolling sideways with the two of them still inside of me. I trembled against them, clutching them so tightly and just letting the whole experience sink into me.
Gently, they pulled out of me, cum leaking out of my pussy and my ass. They’d made a mess of me, and I loved it.
They pulled me close, letting me catch my breath as they stroked my body, kissing me tenderly until I could finally try and speak.
“That was so freaking good,” I moaned quietly, still panting as my body trembled.
“There’s one more surprise for you,” Wilder said quietly, kissing me slowly. He nodded at Lincoln, who reached over to one of the bedside tables, plucked something off of it, and then rolled back. They each sat up on either side of me, propping themselves up as they looked into my eyes.
“This is for you, Kenzie,” Lincoln said quietly.
The little box was dark and velvet, and my heart jumped in my chest as I took it. I swallowed, glancing at the two of them before opening it, and that’s when my whole world froze.
The ring looked like someone had taken two other rings, cut them in half, and then taken one half of each and melded them back together as one new ring. One half was silver, studded with diamonds, and the other half gold, set with red stones that had to be rubies.
“Oh my God…” my breath caught, and I brought a hand to my heart as I held the ring in trembling fingers. I looked at each of them, my heart racing and my eyes wide.
“This is both of us, for you,” Wilder said slowly.
“What— what is this?”
“Kenzie,” Wilder leaned over me, looking into my eyes.
Lincoln did the same, kissing me softly. “Will you marry us?”
“Marry us, baby girl,” Wilder purred.
“Be ours forever,” Lincoln said quietly.
I wish I could say I everything froze, or that time stopped. But the truth is, I answered so fast I could barely get the word out.
“Yes!!” I screamed, lunging off the bed and throwing my arms around them. “Yes, yes, yes!”
Wilder kissed me, and then Lincoln, and then I just kept going back and forth between them as we all sank into the bed.
I was theirs, always and forever. And they were mine.
The End.
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Sugar & Spice
Sugar & Spice
A little bit sweet and a whole lot of naughty.
Colin:
She shouldn’t have been there that night. She never should have lied her way into that club and stepped into my world.
She’s off-limits – too pure, too sweet, too innocent – too good for a man of my tastes.
But she did, wearing that dress, wrapping her sweet lips around the straw of the cocktail in her hand, and looking at me like that. Just a taste of that pure, innocent sweetness, and now I HAVE to have her.
I have to own her – dominate her, make her scream and make her beg for more.
A man like me shouldn’t be anywhere near a girl like her - but that’s why I want her. That’s why I want to bend her over my knee and take her every way I please.
She’s been very, very bad - and bad girls get punished
Isabella:
I know I’ve been naughty. A good girl like me had no business in a dark and dangerous nightclub like that. No business flirting with a man like that.
But I’m tired of being good. For just one night I wanted a taste of something else – something toe-curlingly bad and deliciously sinful. So I let go completely and let the gorgeous, rough stranger take what he wanted from me, piece by piece.
Except now, the man who stripped me of my reservations, my hesitations, and my innocence is standing right in front of me.
In his office. Hiring me.
Bringing me into his world.
Telling me there are rules.
And good girls follow the rules...right?
Sugar & Spice is a hot, steamy read involving a very dominant and totally obsessed alpha hero – hell bent on having her submission. This one’s a little bit nice and a whole lot of naughty – so make sure Santa isn’t watching! A very sweet HEA, plenty of steam and heat along the way, and no cheating!
Happy Holidays
Chapter 1
Isabella
“We abide by rules in this house.”
His voice was honey and scotch; the deep pull of a haunting cello. Clean and crisp, it resonated against the lush wood, leather, and marble of the room.
I swallowed heavily and nodded.
There were nine of us in the richly furnished, darkly lit study. Me, seven other college-aged girls just like me, and him.
Despite being just one of the nine people in the room, he took up ninety-nine percent of the air in the room.
His lingered over each of us as he purred the words. “Is that clear?”
One of the girls, a brunette standing a few applicants down from me, nodded quickly.
“Absolutely Mr.—”
“Sir.”
His words sliced through the room, cutting her off and making her lips snap shut before she frowned and turned to him.
“Wait, seriously?”
I felt something inside of me clutch up at her casual tone, and I wanted to shake my head. I wanted to open my own mouth and tell her, “Shh! That’s not how you speak to him!”
Because I knew. Maybe the rest of the applicants thought I was just another stranger to him — just one more vaguely anonymous applicant.
Except I wasn’t. We were not strangers.
Well, we were — to an extent — but that’s not to say we didn’t know each other. Not in the usual sense, at least. I didn’t know what his favorite color was, his favorite song, or what type of books he read.
I knew his drink was scotch, but that was just a tip of the iceberg.
Because in that room, with the seven other applicants, I was willing to bet I was the only girl that knew how Colin Kensington’s cock tasted.
I was willing to bet I was the only one who knew how he fucked.
And he knew I knew that. He hadn’t — not at first when he’d first strode into the study to address the potential au pairs. God, I didn’t know who he was until he recognized it. How in the world could I have ever imagined that that man, from that night would be him? Colin Kensington, famously secret billionaire investor.
Famously secret billionaire investor and my potential employer. The interview was set up by Dr. Rice, my freshman academic advisor at Harvard. That’s who I’d thought I was meeting this evening at his lavish townhouse up on Beacon Hill. The wealthy friend of my economics professor who needed someone to watch and care for his children for the holidays. One with a strong educational background, a valid passport, and fluency in French.
That’s who I’d expected.
What I had not expected, was him. Him being the man from the nightclub a week before. Him being the dark, dominant, arrogant and panty-meltingly gorgeous stranger that made me throw away all reason.
I was five minutes into a very important job interview, and I wanted to sink into the floor.
And he knew it.
He’d stepped into that study, started speaking, and my heart jumped into my throat. He’d closed the door, asked us all to stand in a line, and stepped in front of us. His eyes moved over each of us until for one single second, something in that armor of his cracked when his eyes landed on me.
And then he knew.
And he’d grinned.
And now here was this other girl, questioning him? I wanted to laugh. Because I knew what speaking to him like that would bring out. I knew the dominant, demanding way that man got exactly what he wanted.
I’d thrown away every last bit of my reason with him a week before at that nightclub. My reason, my caution, and most importantly, the last cloying shreds of my innocence.
“Excuse me?” The crisp English in his accent was edged in steel as he paused, turning slightly to look at the girl who’d spoken up.
The girl immediately looked like she’d realized her mistake. It was too late, of course.
“I will be addressed as sir,” he purred, moving to stand directly in front of her — towering over the small girl and leveling that steely sharp gray gaze at her.
“I— Yes, of course,” she murmured, her eyes dropping to the floor in front of her. “You’ll be addressed as sir.”
The corners of his lips turned up slightly in a smile as he nodded. “Yes. But not by you, I’m afraid.”
She looked up quickly. “What?”
“Andrew will see you out.”
She blinked as the rest of us and quickly looked straight ahead. “Oh, I—”
“Now.”
He nodded at the door to the study behind us, and she almost looked like she wanted to say something else. Instead, she whirled around and ran for the door.
That’s what speaking to him like that would bring out, because Colin Kensington got exactly what he wanted, when he wanted it.
And again, I knew this, because of the weekend before at the nightclub I had no business being at. The nightclub where he’d gotten exactly what he wanted from me in the stall of the women’s room. And though I’d given it to him, he’d taken it from me, gasp by gasp, and whimpered moan by whimpered moan.
He’d demanded it from my body and left me begging for more.
The door shut on the girl who’d spoken out, and he turned. “Now then, shall we continue?”
Sure, why not. Let’s continue with one of the most important interviews of my life with the man from that night.
The man who’d whispered those filthy things in my ear. The man who’d stripped me of my reservations and hesitations. The man who’d taken the last bits of my reason, my caution, and my innocence.
Oh, right.
And the man who’d taken my v-card, seven days ago, in a nightclub bathroom.
What the hell was I getting myself into?
Chapter 2
Isabella
“As I was saying, we abide by rules in this house. Is that understood?”
My breath drew in as he paused right in front of me. I couldn’t look up — simply couldn’t. I couldn’t look into those eyes, because I knew if I did, I’d be melting for him all over again.
“Is that understood,” he murmured, this time directly to me.
I nodded, still not looking up at him. “Absolutely, sir.”
I could almost feel him smile slightly before he moved on past me, and the breath I’d been holding inside came rushing out when he did.
“I do apologize if I seem overly formal but this is, after all, a job interview is it not?” His voice was crisp, resonating, and staunchly accented in a sharp English enunciation born of high education, which caressed it with a gilded edge of wealth and prestige. I looked up then, thankful that his eyes were moving over all of us instead of being leveled at me. He raised an eyebrow, with the smallest glimmer of a smile in the corner of his eyes, before he finally did turn and look directly at me.
I felt myself flush under his unblinking gaze, feeling the charge of his presence reach out and touch me through the air between us. I swallowed again and shifted slightly in the heels I wasn’t used to wearing.
“Formal is the way I was raised, and it is a state in which I have lived my life, and the way in which I intend to further raise my own children.” He strode to a side table against one wainscoted wood wall and pulled the stopper off a crystal bottle with a small pop. The amber liquid spilled into a tumbler, the smell of smoky scotch hitting me from across the room. He swirled the glass as he turned, bringing it to his lips. His eyes never left mine, fixed on me, unmoving, as he brought the glass to his lips.