Double Dirty Mafia Masters: An MFM Menage Romance

by Olivia Harp

  They took her hands and brought her up. He undid her top three buttons, just enough to bare her upper chest.

  Crow was going to take his sweet time before he made her scream his name like she did with Lucian.

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  Four hands on her body. Was this a dream? She thought she’d been completely relaxed after her shower but this was something else.

  It felt as if these men worshipped her.

  She had to pretend she wasn’t horny but somehow they knew. It wasn’t her moans, or how incredibly wet she was. These men were insatiable.

  Lucian kissed her neck, and her cheek, her lips. She moaned. They kissed so differently and yet so passionately, Crow was fierce and powerful, Lucian more sensual.

  No one kissed like them.

  Crow softly kissed her breasts, burying his face between them. The three of them were so close together. She wanted to do this all day and finally she could.

  Their hot skin burned against the fabric of her pajamas. She had grown so used to their touch so fast…

  Crow slowly grazed her leg with his fingernails. The soft pain mixed with pleasure turned her on in an instant, it’s like they knew her weaknesses.

  Lucian kissed her neck, while he joined Crow taking her top down, baring her shoulders, half of her body still clothed.

  Lucian got off the bed and pulled her to him. Then he stopped.

  “Oh my God,” he muttered, she turned to him and his eyes read only lustful fire.

  “Stand up,” he ordered, and she did. Crow just looked at her.

  Lucian raised her hands above her head and made her turn around.

  “Oh, fuck,” Crow said, finally understanding what Lucian was doing.

  “What?” she asked, both men looked at her like a lion looks at a helpless deer.

  Lucian didn’t answer. His hands traveled from her shoulders down to her waist, then to the left button of her flapjack pajamas.

  Oh, that.

  “You didn’t tell us you bought this,” he said.

  “I didn’t, I brought it from home.”

  “You should have told us.”

  “Why?”

  Lucian undid the buttons on the back of her pajamas, baring her ass, and spanked her.

  She yelled. The flash of pain quickly faded, but she wanted another one.

  “Am I in trouble?” she asked.

  “You know you are,” Lucian answered, moving closer to her until she fell on the bed, over Crow, who kissed her with fiery passion.

  Every second of that kiss her anticipation grew. What are they going to do?

  It didn’t matter. She was theirs, they could do anything they wanted to her.

  She realized she was a slave to these feelings.

  Lucian pulled her to him. She could see how hard he was, his manhood pressed against his underwear, hinting at what was in store for her.

  Her top was open, her breasts exposed, facing down to the bed and Crow. A minute ago they were going to take her pajamas off, now they weren’t interested in that at all.

  Lucian spanked her again, harder this time. She blurted out a moan, she wanted more, she needed it.

  Crow took his underwear off. A shiver ran down her spine. She’d ridden him before. She wanted to know who was the one who would take her. Both men took her to heaven, she couldn’t choose between them.

  Lucian put his cock between her legs, pulling her pajama back, baring her pussy.

  Or would he?

  Their cocks inched close to one another, steel hard. She bit her lip, wanting them now, her juices flowing, ready to take them, any of them. She couldn’t wait.

  Lucian slid his cock between her legs, and Crow made her lean forward closer to him. He couldn’t wait either.

  A drop of her lust ran down her thigh and Crow rose his waist to meet it with his cock. It was burning hot, just like Lucian’s.

  She looked at him, he was on the edge, too. He moved back, his cock going higher, grazing her body, and suddenly their manhood found each other in her crease.

  She moved her hand down to touch them, both of them, and grind them against each other, and against her. They couldn’t hold back. They fought for every millimeter of her skin, soaked in her juices.

  Lost in frenzy, she had to see, all of them together, grinding against each other, transformed by their lust. She, and Lucian and Crow, all in one spot, their manhoods touching and grinding each other, taking turns to feel her mound.

  Lucian pulled his cock back, slowly grazing her sex, going up to her ass.

  She was about to explode.

  “Take me,” she said, “just take me.”

  She said the craziest thing. But she needed them, she needed them both at the same time.

  Crow’s shaft grazed her entrance, he was the one who’d penetrate her first. His big rod ready to slide inside of her, to fill her with his love and care and passionate fury. She almost tumbled down over him, pleasure taking over her, but Lucian held on tight to her waist.

  Crow was big, too big, his manhood filled her. Then her other man’s arousal grazed her, too. He was going in, from behind. She wanted him to. It was far too late now, she couldn’t think straight.

  She wasn’t thinking when she asked them to fuck her like that.

  Oh my God, I love it.

  The sudden pain of having a cock enter her from behind meant nothing compared to the delicious feeling of having both their cocks inside of her.

  They were inside, incredibly hard, her body full of her men, both of them sharing her, fucking her, at the same time. Her eyes were blank in delight.

  “I said fuck me!” she yelled at them, “both of you!”

  Having them take her like this… the mere thought of it was so wrong… but so good at the same time. She was going insane with pleasure. This was completely new to her, they opened a new horizon, she didn’t want anyone else, ever again. These men were more than she deserved.

  They were deep inside of her now, and she couldn’t go back. They’d ruined her. She couldn’t be with any other man anymore. She had tasted a bit of heaven.

  Lucian spanked her again, his cock going out and then back in, pressing against Crow’s on her sex, “say you like this.”

  She didn’t want to say it. It was completely against who she thought she was. “I love it!” She screamed, without wanting to, “I love it…”

  “You belong to us,” Crow said, pulling her hair back, “say it.”

  She nodded, she couldn’t speak now, she was completely lost, waves of pleasure washing over her.

  Lucian pushed her forward, over Crow, and lay on her back, his shaft finding a rhythm with his brother’s, an insanely sexual ritual they were just creating.

  She was sandwiched between the two, their cocks deep inside, Lucian bit the back of her neck while Crow kissed her.

  Tears fell down her cheeks, delight taking a hold of her. She’d never felt as close to anyone as she was to them right now.

  “You’re mine,” she said without thinking, “you’re mine.”

  They stiffened even harder, embracing her, embracing each other.

  Their hot skin pressed against her and she looked outside.

  The city looked back, it’s points of light shining in the darkness of the night.

  “Yes,” Lucian said as he kept going in and out, in and out of her hole, “I’m yours.”

  Crow’s blue eyes fixed on hers.

  “Say you’re mine,” she said.

  He put his hand on her mouth, shutting her up, then went stiff, yelling in ecstasy, his warm seed exploding inside of her.

  He couldn’t deny it any longer.

  “I’m yours!” he replied.

  She pushed harder against him, against Lucian. And the look on his eyes was enough to bring her over the edge.

  “Fuck!” she said, “I’m yours! I belong to you! Both of you!”

  Her orgasm coursed through her body like an electric storm, flashing everywhere, taking her to the sky.r />
  Lucian exploded inside, his warm seed filled her, she could tell how different they were, how perfect.

  “I belong to you,” she said, as her body gave in, her contracted muscles relaxing, “I belong to you.”

  They lay there, both of her men inside, not wanting to pull out of her, her juices fused with their seed, dripping down on the bed.

  She had gone too far.

  CHAPTER 34

  LUCIAN

  Lucian woke up before the alarm. Lexie lay right beside him, still fast asleep. He could look at her for hours, she was so beautiful in the morning hours.

  Outside, the city was still covered in darkness. Soft threads of sunlight began to paint the horizon in purple and pink.

  He placed his right hand on her leg, over her pajamas. She was warm. She licked her lips while sleeping, and turned her head to the other side, towards Crow.

  Lucian smiled. She made him happy. He had to admit it. No other girl made him feel like this, not even during the supposed first weeks or months or years of a relationship, “the honeymoon phase.”

  Yes, he’d been with cool women and good women and beautiful, smart women. But nothing like this. Lexie was something else. She was feminine and honest with herself and with them. She said what they needed to hear even if the truth hurt.

  Like our organization’s managers suck at accounting.

  Her pajama was still open, her breasts bare and tempting, a temptation he wanted to give in every second of the day.

  We still have time.

  He kissed her chest, softly, feeling her warm skin, making her breathe faster, still asleep.

  Lucian smiled I’m gonna give you the best morning you’ve ever had.

  He undid the rest of the buttons on her pajama.

  He moved his face down to her waist and pulled it down softly, not wanting to wake her up. Goosebumps began to rise on her skin, making him want to fuck her awake and finish inside of her. What a way to start the morning.

  But this wasn’t about him. This was about her. About pleasing her. For the first time in his life, his needs were secondary.

  He kissed her waist, her sex close and ready for him but he wouldn’t take her like a fucking dumbass teenager. He’d take his time.

  She uttered a low, soft moan. He had to wait. If he continued she would wake up. And he couldn’t waste the opportunity to taste her in her sleep.

  His tongue explored her inner thighs, as far as it could go without pulling her pajama down too hard. The sexy smell of her juices filled him. He couldn’t take it anymore.

  His tongue went ahead and tasted between her legs, careful not to touch her crease. She breathed out, again, as he grazed her labia with his lower lip, up and down, up and down, feeling the warmth of her juices gathering at her core.

  He needed her, needed to start his day with her taste in his mouth. He grazed the outer side of her slit and the warmth of it almost drove him mad. It was heaven.

  What was happening to him? Why did he feel the need to make her happy? Every moan, every smile, ever slap on his shoulder when he said something dumb…

  Lucian buried his mouth in her sex, slow, careful not to wake her. His tongue slid between her lips, his chin already wet with her juices.

  She was hot and wet and his. He pressed his tongue against her nub and moved around it, he wanted her to come in his mouth, to fill him with her orgasm.

  Up and down, and in circles, repeatedly, for a moment or two going down between her folds to her entrance, then back to her button.

  She moaned again and his hands went up, as if by themselves, from her belly to her breasts.

  She pressed her legs together, still not awake, when another moan escaped her lips.

  She put her hands over his, over her breasts, moaning a bit louder now, waking up, slowly understanding what was happening.

  He looked at her, she was biting his lips, her eyes rolled back, enjoying this, sinking on the pillow.

  “Oh, Lucian,” she whispered, and pushed herself down, hard against him, her body shaking.

  Crow woke up, realizing in his dreams what was happening, and instantly turned to him. He had beat him to it, but to the big, tough man, it didn’t matter. She turned to his side and kissed him, as if they’d hadn’t done this just last night.

  She turned away and moaned louder and louder.

  “Oh God,” she muttered, shaking, “oh, God!”

  Crow made her look at him, the rest of her body spasming. Her hands went over and pressed Lucian’s head, grinding her sex against his face.

  “Right there,” she said, “right—”

  She grinded violently, faster and faster each time, almost delirious.

  “Oh God, oh…” she said, unable to complete her sentence.

  “You’re gonna cum in his face,” Crow commanded, understanding everything.

  “No,” she replied, almost embarrassed.

  Lucian tasted her nub and her thighs and her slit before going onto her button again.

  “You need to learn some manners, remember?”

  Her legs pressed harder around his head, he couldn’t stop kissing and licking and sucking, the warmth of her taste was like a new drug he was unwilling to shake off. An addiction he never knew he had.

  “No!” she yelled, “no!”

  Then her legs squeezed tight, her hands grabbed unto his hair and her juices dripped down, exploding on his tongue and lips and chin and face.

  She was his, if only this morning. He had to let Crow take her as he wished later today, to pay for what he’d done.

  I shouldn’t want that. I should fucking want her only for myself.

  But logic was nowhere to be found. Reason wasn’t’ for them, only instinct, and his instinct said the three of them were something more than just lovers. They were something more.

  She was still moaning, her ragged breath the only thing breaking the silence.

  The first morning rays came through the window, finally lighting it up, filling it with life. His alarm went off.

  “Fuck,” he said, and she released him.

  He looked at Crow, it was time to go to work. They each showered quickly, on their rooms, and changed into their work clothes.

  Lucian wore a light gray suit while Crow put on his dark jeans and rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows.

  Lexie made pancakes.

  They ate them as quickly as possible, grabbed their stuff and walked to the door.

  “Wait,” she said, “I still need to give you something.”

  They turned to her, their faces wondering what she meant. She put a robe on after showering. They wanted to leave as soon as possible, or they would end up staying home all day with her. That was the amount of power she wielded over them.

  “Yes?” Crow said.

  She knelt down before them and began to undo their belts, one with each hand.

  He and Crow looked at each other. Lucian wanted to leave, but this was impossible to resist.

  Before he knew it, she took both of their cocks out, steel hard.

  “I can’t let you leave for work like this.”

  She jerked them both at the same time, slowly, her hands pulling up and down.

  “Besides,” she said, “I owe you.”

  She brought their cocks closer together, her face mere inches away from their manhood.

  Lucian gritted his teeth. This woman will be the end of me.

  She licked the tip of his cock, any doubt in his mind about doing this suddenly dispersed. She turned to Crow’s and welcomed him in her mouth. She brought Lucian’s his rod closer to her, grinding his shaft and sack on the side of her face. Then she licked him and did the same with Crow.

  This was fucking filthy. And he loved it, she licked his balls and continued with his brother. Then she crossed them. Their shafts grinded against each other as she jerked them off and licked their lengths.

  She could bring him to the edge so easily he thought he was going to go mad.

/>   Crow moaned, but didn’t not step back.

  Their cocks were drenched in her saliva.

  “You’re ours,” Crow said.

  “Yes.”

  “You’re fucking ours,” Lucian repeated, about to explode.

  “Yes,” she said.

  She put their cocks in her mouth, and they just kept on going, grinding against one another, fighting for a touch of her tongue.

  She was moaning, trying to put them as deep as she could, Crow’s cock felt steel hard, his skin burning hot.

  “I’m coming!” Lucian yelled and she pulled back and let him explode on her chin and breasts, Crow following right after.

  They exploded harder than they ever had, their cum, separate at first, rolled down on her chest until it fused into one in the middle of her breasts.

  Spasms assaulted his body, his eyes were closed. When he opened them she rose up, covered in their seed.

  “Have a nice day at work,” she said, and headed to her room, leaving them dazed, trying to regain their senses.

  CHAPTER 35

  CROW

  Leaving Lexie at home was one of the hardest things he’d ever done. He was lucky to have met her. Lucky to have her in his life.

  And Lucian felt the same way. The man was kind of a player, calling, texting, dating plenty of girls. But never in his life had Crow seen him like this.

  He even ignored calls from his girl friends. “Not worth it,” he said, “I don’t want to ruin it with Lexie.”

  He wouldn’t have given him the time of day if he didn’t know her, but he understood completely.

  Chancey stopped at their gambling house in Queens. Each week they went to their business premises in person, to see how things were going with their clients and employees.

  You can’t run a business if you’re not on the ground.

  On the outside, it looked like a regular bar, if the bar hadn’t been cleaned in years. It was a way to keep tourists and onlookers, and winos, away.

  People who came here knew what to look for. Behind big double doors, a bigger room awaited, filled with slot machines and plenty of TV screens tuned to every sport imaginable: from college basketball to F1 racing. Straight gambling tables to the right.. Everything goes here.

  People came here to gamble old-school style: the house takes ten percent and the rest is yours, tax free.