The Virgin Market: A Dark MFM Romance

by Dark Angel

  "Yeah, you come all over Damien's face while I pull out and come on your tits. I wanna watch you lick it off," Trevor groans. He pulls out of my mouth with a wet popping sound and I gasp. Trying to breathe through the intensity of my orgasm, my whole body is shaking. I arch my back up and push my tits forward for Trevor. My hands free now, I hold onto the edge of the table, squeezing for dear life. Trevor's cock lets out a surprising load of massive, spurting, thick ropes of creamy white cum all over my tits. I hold my tongue out and whimper, begging for a little bit of what he has in so much abundance. It shouldn't surprise me—their monster cocks each have a set of massive balls and they have never seemed to need to quit. But when he cums on my tongue I lick across my lips and he cums there, too. I swallow it and when he finishes coming I put my tongue back out and my hands reach out. I suck him more and moan, with the feel of him in my mouth.

  Damien bites my inner thighs, having laved up all my pussy's cream already. He looks up and watches me, our eyes locking, while I bring my tits up and lick all the cum off of them I can manage. I run my fingers up my body and scoop up the rest. I'm not letting a single drop go to waste. There's something so primal in swallowing Trevor's cum. I want Damien now, too.

  "I need to swallow you, too, Damien," I say in needy voice.

  Damien pulls me on the table more so that my head can lie down on the table. I take a second rest and then come for him, laying him against the table. I crawl between his legs and grab his cock, kissing the head. Trevor's behind me so fast I almost don't realize it.

  "Suck Damien's cock while I slide inside your pussy. I want him to feel what I just did, you moaning an orgasm on my cock. And I get to fuck you while you do it," Trevor says and I can hear the smile spread across his face without even seeing. I'm downright giddy, too.

  I swirl my tongue around the head of Damien's cock and taste the salty pre-cum on his skin, the musk of his cock tasting so good. I crave the feel of his cock in my mouth. I press the head into my mouth and suck it with all my strength, stroking him and working up to taking him deep and fucking my mouth with his cock the way I know he likes it.

  Trevor's cock slides into my pussy so good, so tight, and I'm shivering. I whimper with Damien's cock in my mouth and I can't believe the intense pressure between my hips when his cock slides into me so good. I love taking my men like this. They are the reason I breathe...and they are what takes my breath away.

  I bob my head up and down on Damien's cock. Bouncing, I take Trevor's cock deep in my pussy and squeeze him in. My pussy feels so good, so well used, after all the fucking they've done to me today. I can't wait to feel what a full week of no drama and just getting fucked so much by Trevor and Damien that I lose all track of time and I can't walk straight, feels like.

  Oh, fuck, the idea of Trevor and Damien fucking me so much that I can't even walk right? That fantasy undoes me. I feel the orgasm tearing through my body. The heat doesn't pool up inside, fireworks don't shoot off...my whole body quakes and a powerful orgasm tears through me with such force that I loudly scream out. I grab Trevor behind me and pull him onto me so that I'm getting fucked so deep right now as I lean down and take every inch of Damien's cock in my mouth. I cry out and swallow Damien, who is coming now with me. My pussy is strangling Trevor's cock so hard I'm milking the cum from his cock. I think about how much of my body is full of cum from my men now. Swallowing them, licking their cum off of me, turns me on in a way that makes me feel more free than I ever have.

  I pull Damien's cock from my mouth and lay my head to his stomach, whimpering and sighing at the intense high I'm floating down from. Damien strokes my hair. I feel so loved, so cherished.

  Trevor's cock slides slowly out of me and I moan at the exit. He lies on his side next to my stomach and kisses me so softly.

  After everything that the three of us have done, this feels so intimate. So right. I belong here between them, spent and satisfied...and this is just after breakfast.

  "To happily ever after!" I say, so happy to be between them. Damien's arms wrap around me and he pulls me up to him. Trevor's mouth kisses around my neck and down my back. I can't believe how lucky I am to be owned by my two men.

  21

  SARAH

  "T hat was incredible," I say, attempting to figure out how to breathe again. Next would come figuring out how to lift my head.

  Or not.

  Trevor and Damien press me between them in a perfect sandwich, and I don't need to lift any part of me. Well, maybe I wiggle my ass a little. Wrap a leg here, and an arm there. I can't help myself, despite how much we'd just fucked, I want to cuddle my men.

  "Yeah, the first of many, many incredible moments to come," Trevor says.

  I look into his eyes.

  That was everything I needed to hear.

  Damien kisses my forehead. "You're ours, forever. That's what you want?" He has to confirm. The man who makes me cum so hard, who whisked me away from my shitty parents and taught me what lust could be.

  "That's what I need. I need you both."

  Damien buries his face into my neck. "I'm happy to hear you say that. The only thing Trevor knows how to share is a woman, but you're different. You're everything. I think you're the only thing I've ever needed."

  "I never thought that when Damien and I started fucking widows and cougars we'd have something so pure for ourselves," Trevor says, running circles over my thigh and grinding his cock against my ass.

  "Pure?" I laugh. "I do every manner of filth with the two of you. My thoughts and actions are far from pure." I thought they'd know that by now. I'm not a virgin. There's no market to worry about, and they claimed that status some time ago. I'm not a good, innocent virgin anymore.

  "No," Trevor says, now purring against the other side of my neck. "You're pure perfection. Made for us. You're the dark, light, happy, and heavy everything that compliments our souls."

  Tears well up in my eyes.

  "We love you," Trevor says, continuing the words that make my heart light up like a sunrise.

  Now the tears are falling. Happy tears. There's purity here right now—in how pure the joy I feel is. In how the emotion overwhelming me makes me at once numb and full of sensation.

  Damien scoops up a tear, and looks me in the eyes. "Yes, I love you so goddamn much. You stole more than my cock when I met you. You stole my fucking heart."

  "You're the best thing in my life. I love you," Trevor says he loves me again, but just him. I knew when he said 'we' that was one thing, but my heart is swelling even more at these two I love you's from my two men.

  "I love you both so much," I say. I swipe the rest of the tears off my face with the backs of my hands. "I love you, Damien," I say, kissing him. Then I turn to face Trevor. "I love you, Trevor." I kiss him. Then I lie flat between them. "You two make me happier than I ever knew I could be. My life before you was empty. Unsatisfying. But needless to say, with you, I'm filled. I'm fulfilled. I'm more happy than I ever knew that I could be."

  This is pure. This is perfection. I never want to leave this moment.

  I lean forward, intending to grab the sheets. But turns out two possessive alpha males that just professed their love to you will trap you in with their arms. "I just want the sheets. I want to sleep between the two of you."

  They both smile. And then that smile turns into a look between their eyes.

  The surprise.

  Curious as I am, that's something for tomorrow.

  I even yawn. Well, after the workout we just had, that's a totally reasonable response. Sleep is practically the only viable option. They both lay me back down, releasing their grip just long enough to pull the sheets over us. Their hands both wrap over me, my whole body tangled up, legs, thighs, feet, head against chest and back, and I'm cocooned in my two lovers' embrace while I drift into the calmest sleep of my life. I slowly venture toward slumber, savoring the scent of my men. The sensation of their bodies against mine, and the warmth between the three of us. It's almost like t
he cozy feeling that Christmas used to give me; it's so warm and comforting. But there is now a depth to my happiness, a boundless, infinite amount of happiness. There's no limit or measure for my satisfaction. I hear their heartbeats. Their breathing as it stills. The three of us have never experienced such calm, and now in unison we can all breathe. We belong together. We belong to each other. That makes us free.

  I can feel for the first time since this ordeal began, for the first time ever if I'm truly honest, being utterly calm. Peaceful. Content. Nothing is worrying me, bothering me, or twisting me up inside. I'm not afraid of anything. I'm looking forward to the future and content with the present. Done with the past. I can't imagine how on earth I managed to be this lucky. I have not one tall, dark, and handsome prince charming, but two. The wicked desires we share are delicious and perfect together.

  Trevor falls asleep first. I'm not surprised. The level of smooth, cool badassery in Trevor is not to be underestimated. But his hand pulls me closer to him, closing over my heart, and I want to cry I'm so happy.

  Damien's breathing stills, and he nuzzles into my neck. That's where he belongs. He is the toughest, scariest motherfucker I've ever known, but there's a kind of raw tenderness to him when he touches me that lights my soul on fire.

  I'm in love with two men. Two men who are twisted, dark, wicked, and fucking deliciously hot. They are mine. Our story isn't a fairy tale. But to me, it is so much more than that. It is pure perfection.

  22

  SARAH

  "O kay, you can open your eyes," Trevor says, pulling his hands down from my eyes.

  My eyelashes flutter open and I adjust to the light again. My men have been making me wait too damn long and now I feel like I just woke up or something. I grab Trevor's hands and pull them down to my boobs, and get him to squeeze me.

  A year later, and the three of us are still our own twisted crew, and I can't get enough of them. Of course I want him to squeeze my boobs. I lean back and rub my ass over his cock. I mean, you get a girl naked and hold your hands over her eyes and make her wait? You should expect even more, but I'm a good girl, so that's all there is to that.

  Damien comes into my line of sight and everything becomes clearer. He's holding a box. A shiny chest encrusted with gold and sparkling diamonds...wait...

  Those are real diamonds on this box. The lock is a sturdy metal. The whole thing is polished and gorgeous.

  "We both have a ton of money, sure, but we wanted to use the money we got that day at the Virgin Market...we wanted to use it for the three of us," Damien says, licking his lips in anticipation.

  "Yeah, you got me this giant ring," I say, thrusting my hand forward to a three-hearted diamond ring that weighs a ton. I love every second of it dripping on my fingers. I'm curious what on earth could be in this box. The chest is large and expensive looking. So what on earth could it hold inside of it? I remember that the money was a pretty large sum, too.

  Trevor grabs a key from the side table behind us.

  I hold my breath. This cavernous living room seems small right now. I haven't felt this nervous in forever. Why?

  I guess I can feel the weight from Damien's voice. The three of us. Yes. It has been a year of us living together. Fucking together. Loving each other. We have been living a surreal kind of perfect life. So what on earth do I have to feel nervous about? I exhale and watch the chest open and I'm blinded by the light.

  Oh, seriously, this thing is huge. A lace of diamonds and gold. Is it a necklace? Choker?

  Collar. This is a collar.

  "Oh my God!" I gasp and reach out, almost touch it, and then look up at my men, waiting for permission.

  "You can touch it, baby doll," Damien says with a sexy laugh that fucking melts me.

  I run my finger over the gorgeous collar, resting on a black velvet pillow inside the chest.

  "The ring is one thing...but this is more to our speed." Trevor says.

  I pull my hand out of the chest and look up at them both. "You guys..." I start to talk and then my eyes water. I'm so touched. It is the perfect expression of what the three of us have. "Thank you so much, Damien, Trevor, it is so beautiful."

  "It has to be, to be on you. I think it's the only thing you should wear tonight," Damien says and looks to Trevor.

  "Fuck yeah that is the only thing that you're wearing. I want to see you come while it shines on your neck. You're ours," Trevor growls.

  Damien opens it up and shows me a ring on it that I hadn't noticed before, there is so much lacy filigree of gems forming it. "It has a leash, too. If you're feeling particularly naughty," he says, running his teeth over his lower lip.

  I like where his mind is going.

  Trevor hands him a large leather cord.

  I like this a lot. My mind is going the same place. All sorts of naughty places that I'd like to explore. I can explore anything with Damien and Trevor. I lift up my hair, and kneel before them.

  Trevor and Damien place the collar around my neck and clasp it. They exchange glances and turn to me like two predators about to split their prey. And, oh, if my men are to be trusted, they're going to split me in two between them. They decide on using the leash and attach it. I let my hair drop down, feeling the tiny air of it rushing down to my back.

  Moments before we play, it is like the air in the room heats up and my body starts moving in slow motion. My breathing goes ragged. My heart races. Heat pools in my belly. That's all happening now, and I struggle to breathe normally. I look up at them both. "How does it look?" I ask in a soft, baby doll voice.

  "Beautiful," Damien says like he's in a trance. He clears his throat and cups my chin.

  Trevor's fingers slide up my spine until they're touching it. "You're perfect," he says with a sigh.

  "You are too. I can't believe you told me the surprise, last year, was my ring, and you had this planned!" I'm shocked. I'm so impatient...but Trevor? I didn't think he had it in him to wait a whole year to show me something. And Damien, after how much he obsessively fucked me after I was his? I can't believe either of them could wait.

  My eyes must show my thoughts because they both laugh.

  "Yeah, we knew that the ring...even if we didn't..." Damien starts and I hear his voice break a little.

  Trevor puts his hand on Damien's shoulder. Trevor looks at me. "If we couldn't work out as a trio, we wanted you to have that ring. But we knew we three, we would be forever...so waiting a year seemed like torture, but it was the perfect anniversary present." Trevor laughs, but it's anything but light.

  "It's perfect," I say, pressing my face against Damien's calf. "Now show me how happy you are now that you have me, forever."

  Damien and Trevor both press a hand to my hair, petting me and then stroking down the strands.

  This is my kind of forever. Damien and Trevor need me the way I need them. Need me to belong to them the way I ache to be theirs. I have a year's worth of tension to help them unwind, and I'm so ready for it.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Dark Angel is actually two authors, Lana Angel and Alexis Angel, who got together to write some dark and twisty (and filthy) words!

  When they’re not writing Dark Angel, Alexis runs her own line of books under Alexis Angel and Lana writes under Lana Hartley.

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  You can also email Alexis at author.alexisangel@gmail.com to contact Alexis. Lana is getting her email set up right now so if you would like to reach her, make sure you get the next book. (Kidding!)

  A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORS

  We hope you liked our first foray into dark romance.

  We always view novel releases like a day at the fair or something fun. At least that’s how we view it as readers - a way to spend an afternoon.

  So even though this novel was 50,000 words, we wanted to give you some more content.

  To that effect, we’re attached a copy of Scandalous by Alexis Angel. And then a copy of Client 5 by
Alexis Angel. and a copy of Fiona Vs. Football Player by Mona Cox.

  Finally, we’re including a continuation of the Damien/Sarah/Trevor story - kinda like cleansing your palette to come back and see how they’re doing, ya know?

  Our goal in this is simple.

  To entertain you as long as we can to give you the best experience with the words that we hold so dear. Because while we may be in various corners of the world, the fact that we are sharing these brings us closer together we feel.

  Thank you so much for reading!

  xoxo

  Alexis and Lana

  DESCRIPTION

  Scandalous: A Secret Baby Dark Romance

  JUST LOOKING at him is enough to melt my panties. That’s why I’m not wearing any around him.

  Lance Anders. He’s cocky. He’s arrogant.

  HE’S TOO beautiful to be real.

  But…he’s entirely forbidden.

  I’m in a forced marriage to his father. A prisoner in a literally loveless partnership that only exists through blackmail. I have too much to lose.

  Besides, I’m 15 years older. That makes me wiser. And my brain tells me to stay far away from him when he comes to visit for the summer.

  He’s too risky for me to touch. Too taboo for me to taste. One touch of this Devil’s lips and I know I’ll be damned.

  Then why am I captivated by those deep, soulful eyes?

  Why can’t I get enough of that shirtless body? And that bulge in his pants. Is that really his…?

  Maybe Heaven can wait…

  Scandalous is a full-length standalone romance that will have your naughty bits twitching with delight. No cliffhanger. HEA guaranteed.

  23

  LANCE

  SLURP!

  I look down at the sight of the nasty slut sucking my cock greedily and I grunt with a self-satisfied air. She’s getting into it. Her body isn’t the best, but I don’t fucking care. She’s the President’s only fucking daughter, and she’s giving me head while my bare ass is resting comfortably on the President’s chair.