Big Bad Daddies: A MFM Romance

by J. L. Beck

  “Do you like what you see, kitten?” I licked my lips. I did like what I saw, but I liked knowing that Fox was watching more. I felt the warm touch of Fox’s hand at my back. I was at the mercy of these two men, my mouth and pussy would soon be full beyond comprehension and I would be floating above my body in a pleasured state.

  Seth reached out, cradling my cheek against his palm, his eyes were warm and inviting but even I knew it was all a rouse. Underneath the mask laid a man that was just like Fox. Dark, dangerous, and capable of just about anything.

  He stroked his length in one hand, bringing the head of his cock to my lips. My tongue darted out, licking just the tip. It was enough to make the man’s eyes roll to the back of his head.

  “Fuck me sideways, it’s been forever since I let a woman touch my cock with her lips,” Seth moaned as he fisted my hair in his hand. Things were about to get dirty. I flicked my tongue against his cock once more, and as I did the vibrating in my ass started.

  “Ahhh…” My arms wobbled as waves of pleasure crashed into me.

  “If you stop, we stop, and we all know you don’t want us to stop, little lamb…” Fox nipped at my ear lobe, reminding me just how badly I wanted this. I moaned out in pleasure as Seth brought his cock to my lips once more. His exposed chest was tight and toned, and his eyes danced with mischief. If this was supposed to be a punishment, it seemed to be the nicest…

  Slap. The sound of Fox’s hand landing against my ass cheek pulled me out of my head and back to the present. My ass throbbed but so did my pussy.

  “Do you like having both of us touching you…?” Seth questioned, his voice dark and menacing. One of his hands dropped down to my tit where he pinched one of my nipples, harshly rolling the sensitive bud between two fingers. The air left my chest as my pussy clenched tighter than it ever had before.

  “Yes…” I moaned, feeling Fox enter my pussy with two fingers. I was full so full. My ass was vibrating, my pussy was throbbing, and my mouth was sucking off Seth. The pleasure I was feeling shouldn’t even be possible, but it was, all because of Fox and his brother.

  “That’s right, cum all over my fingers,” Fox urged on, his fingers slipping in and out of my tight hole until I was dripping wet. I tried with all my might to focus on Seth, but I couldn’t, my body was shaking with need, and as I swirled my tongue against the head of his cock I was sure he knew that.

  “I’m going to fuck your mouth now…” Seth warned and then slammed his cock to the back of my throat. My eyes watered and my chest constricted as I forgot to breathe through my nose.

  “Make him cum, little lamb…” Fox taunted, slapping one of my ass cheeks, his fingers plunging deep inside of me. My muscles clenched and then snapped like a rubber band that had been pulled too tight.

  I was cumming again, my entire body shaking so much so that Fox held me up, while Seth continued to fuck my mouth, his length gagging me.

  “Fuck yes. You’re so beautiful with my cock in your mouth.” I looked up at him, wanting nothing more than to please him.

  “I’m going to take your pussy now, little lamb. I’m going to claim it with my cock and then I’m going to cum inside you.” I whimpered around Seth’s cock. Fear was the last thing I was feeling. I couldn’t care less about the pain. I was on the verge of another orgasm, my muscles tightening, when I felt the head of Fox’s cock push into me. A sting of pain registered somewhere in my mind but Seth tipped my chin back up to him, forcing me to focus on his cock instead of the pain.

  I could feel myself becoming fuller, my asshole was stretched and vibrating, sending pulsing sensations through my belly and Fox was now seated deep in my pussy.

  “I’m in, lamb… and you’re just as fucking tight as I expected,” Fox moaned, slamming in and out of me hard. His fingers dug into my hips harshly, as his cock impaled me.

  Seth pulled his cock from my mouth and within seconds Fox was pulling out of me and flipping me onto my back bringing both my legs up to my chest. He flexed his hips, his cock slipping back into me with ease.

  I liked that we were facing each other now, and that Seth was above me, stroking his own cock. I reached up and cupped his balls in my hands, remembering that I heard somewhere that it could bring a man pleasure.

  “Fuck, Brother, she’s so tight. I’m pretty sure I’ve never felt anything as fucking good as her before…” Fox growled, his eyes black as they pierced mine. My tits moved up and down with every thrust and Seth took it upon himself then to pluck at the pink nipples that were now pebbled.

  Fox grunted, and Seth moaned as his movements became jerky.

  “I’m going to cum all over you, kitten…” Seth growled, and I opened my mouth wanting to taste his salty release against my tongue. Within seconds of warning me, he shot his release against my chest, his warm semen blanketing me.

  “Oh fuck… Oh fuck…” Fox’s movements too became jerky, his strokes harder, and his touch rougher. I held on for dear life as he brought both of us to a release, my pussy squeezing him so tight I was sure I was going to push him out.

  Air refused to enter my lungs as my entire body was flung into another atmosphere. I was floating, my eyes rolling to the back of my head while my nails scraped against Fox’s arms. I felt nothing but whole, finally feeling as if I might have found my forever. My heart shattered into a million pieces when I opened my eyes and saw the way Fox was looking at me. He was still seated deep inside of me making it nearly impossible for me to ignore the connection any longer.

  We were a reflection of each other. We both knew hardship and pain and were finding love for the first time ever.

  Seth walked to the bathroom leaving us alone for a second. Fox shut the butt plug off and pulled it out of my ass releasing the pressure I had been feeling all day.

  “I hope you enjoyed your punishment, little lamb, because there will be more punishments in the days to come…” My chest was still covered in Seth’s release and I smiled, loving that I had brought them both to their knees at the same time.

  “Yes, kitten, you did very well…” Seth reappeared, wiping his release off my chest with a warm washcloth. I felt like I was a queen sitting on the throne.

  “I’ve never felt so full before, so consumed with pleasure,” I finally spoke, somehow finding my voice, though it was weak when I first spoke. Fox smirked at me and so did Seth.

  “Oh we have that effect on women sometimes…” Seth commented.

  “But this was only a one-time thing, little lamb, because at the end of the day I bought you, and though I do enjoy sharing, you’re too good to be shared with another man.” Fox shot Seth a look that said, I dare you to try… but Seth didn’t seem to care. He threw the washcloth in a laundry basket against the wall and shrugged his shoulders.

  “If you ever want to try the other brother again, you know where to find me.” He winked, slipping his jeans back on and leaving the room. He didn’t even bother to button them or put his shirt back on.

  “Don’t even think about it, lamb, you’re mine, and if I ever see you and him together or find out he’s touched what is mine without my permission, you’ll have wished that you both had died instead.” I was new to the feelings that Fox stirred in me, but even I knew when a man was staking his claim, and that’s what he had just done. Staked his claim.

  “Do you love me?” I blurted out, allowing Fox to roll me over to my belly so that he could apply some of that healing balm to my ass.

  “I don’t know, lamb… I just know that what I’m feeling is unlike anything else I’ve ever felt before… so if it’s love, then it is… If it isn’t, then I don’t know what it is.” I smiled into the sheets. None of this was what I wanted, but it also wasn’t something I was sure I could give up. When a man like Fox came into your life, worshipping you and stealing your breath, you didn’t just give him up.

  But I needed my mother… I needed to help her get better, and staying here with Fox was a selfish move. Even if I loved Fox, even if I craved him more t
han I had anything in my life, I couldn’t sacrifice it all for him.

  “I feel the same, Fox…” I whispered into the sheets, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. I had finally found love, only to give it up for something far greater.

  My family.

  I left a check for a million dollars on the nightstand the next night. I didn’t know what the future held between us, but I did know that I wanted to make things right for her. Raven had given me a piece of herself that she hadn’t anyone else.

  I was rough, dark, and one of the biggest assholes ever, but even I knew compassion and sacrifice when I saw it. I held my head in my hands, looking at the mattress where we had shared such an intimate moment no more than forty-eight hours ago. It shouldn’t be a fucking shock to me that she was gone. It really shouldn’t but she was and as badly as I wanted to chase her ass down and spank her for running, I knew that I couldn’t.

  She was never mine to keep. She belonged to no one but herself, and just like that butterfly, she had the right to be free.

  “We must’ve scared her off with how intense we were…” Seth walked in joking. I was so aggravated and upset about the situation with Raven that I didn’t even care to interact with Seth right now.

  “That’s not it, asswipe…” I ground my teeth together. My heart ached in my chest. I hadn’t felt this kind of pain since my mother died.

  “I was joking, okay…” Seth’s hand landed against my shoulder and I shrugged it off. I didn’t want his sympathy.

  “No, it’s not okay,” I bellowed, not wanting to admit to anyone the feelings that I was feeling for Raven.

  “It’s okay, Fox. If she was the one she would’ve stayed, and who knows, maybe she will be back… But for now her mother needs her…” Seth’s words broke through my mind, reminding me of how selfish it was for me to keep her here with me. She had the chance to save her mother, unlike me.

  I should let her go and do what she needed to do. I should be able to set her free, and maybe I had… Maybe it wasn’t her that was still stuck here. Maybe it was me. Seth walked over to the bedroom, something was off about him right now, something I hadn’t noticed when he first walked in.

  “What did you come in here for?” I met his dark stare as he paused right inside the door.

  “I just wanted to tell you that I gave her a million on top of the money you gave her. I wanted to make sure that she could take care of her mom. We may not have been able to save ours, but we can save hers.” I squeezed my eyes shut. That was the thing about Seth, you never knew if he was going to do something good or something bad.

  “Good. She should be able to survive without us for a while then.” I hated saying it but the truth was… I needed to let her go. I needed to let her be free. Still, I knew that I never would be able to fully release her memory until she no longer resided in my heart, and that would never happen.

  Seduced by the Billionaire

  J.L. Beck

  To Be Continued

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  The Billionaire's Nanny

  J.L. Beck

  Usually, when I got out of class, I would sit down someplace nice, take in the atmosphere, maybe flirt with a waitress or two. Get a phone number. Plan for a late-night liaison with her, with or without a date. Most of the time that date wasn’t needed. Then again, I was cocky like that.

  Plus, it was how I relaxed.

  Today I wasn't going to get that.

  Something's gone awry with Mom.

  I had serious doubts that it was anything potentially tragic.

  No, I'd been expecting something like this to happen, just not at this exact time.

  Waiting for the elevator, a man rushed up next to me. Looking over at him, it was like looking in a mirror. Almost.

  Very few identical twins strive to be perfect copies of one another. Julian and I were no different. He'd leaned toward trying to be more professional, and he liked to keep his hair longer than I did, but at the end of the day, we were still more alike than we were different.

  "Isabella call you eight hundred times, too, I presume?" I quipped, already knowing the answer to that question.

  He nodded his head. "Sounds like she's at the end of her rope."

  I rubbed at the scruff along my jaw. "Tiff can't be that bad. She’s just a little girl.” Then again, how could I say such a thing? I knew nothing about raising kids, or caring for them.

  "You know how Isabella is, Jack. She's real big on family, which probably means it’s less Tiff and more that she's being kept away from her own."

  He had a point.

  The elevator arrived seconds later and we took our place in it, filing to the back of the metal box. We had claimed the penthouse on top of the tower as our own, something nice for us, as well as our mother and sister when we hit it big.

  Julian and I were a little bit clever. Some would call us geniuses, but we didn't need our egos pet like that. We had plenty of other more creative ways of getting our daily affirmation that we were awesome.

  We had created a funky little algorithm that tracked stock trading prices and anticipated when big, sweeping changes would occur, based on patterns of that stock in the past and of ones similar to it. We ended up turning a minimum-wage job's weekly paycheck into something that was paying dividends for us all to live on. We were quite nearly overnight successes, and for Mom? It was a burden off her over-stressed mind that she didn't have to work as a secretary, a waitress, and an Uber driver all in the same day just to make ends meet.

  We reached the top floor in no time, and Julian led the way out of the elevator. He opened the door to the penthouse and called out for Isabella and Tiff, his voice echoing throughout the penthouse.

  Luckily, the place didn't look like a tornado had torn through it, cutting out a couple possibilities.

  We moved farther into the suite, closing the door behind us. I took in the scene before me, and as I suspected, Isabella's worry wasn't because little sister Tiff had become Lady Satan herself. She was actually just happily watching cartoons, behaving like a good eight year old should.

  Isabella, who had been our housekeeper since we moved in, was sitting at the kitchen table, worried as hell, before she looked up at us. Hadn’t she heard us come in?

  "Oh thank God, you're finally here," she huffed out.

  "Yes? You asked for us, did you not?" I crossed the room. "What's going on?" I was all business, wanting to get down to the fact of the matter.

  "It's Ms. Barnes. She’s um...she’s not here." Isabella wrung her hands together, worry marring her features.

  "Hmm… Well, that’s definitely not a good thing.” I blinked trying to figure out what the hell it was that was going on. Mom didn’t normally up and leave without letting us know where she was going and what she was doing.

  "She took off. Said she was going on a long vacation with some guy named Jean Pierre Jacques," Isabella said as if the guy’s name was part of one of those expensive perfume commercials.

  "Jean Pierre Jacques?" Julian repeated, the name rolling off his tongue.

  "I thought she was joking, but I'm two hours over my shift here and she's still not back and she's not answering my calls or texts." Isabella’s voice began to rise with panic, even as we were standing right in front of her.

  "Seriously, Jean Pierre Jacques?" Julian blinked and shook his head, his gaze colliding with mine. We both knew this wasn’t going to end well.

  "Ms. Barnes is a very troubled woman, boys. I know you two are too busy to take care of Tiff full time, so I asked my agency if they had anyone else that could nanny. They don't, but they did recommend a sister agency that deals in live-in nannies."

  "Live-in nannies?" I snickered. "Like Marry Poppins or whatever it’s called?"

  "If you want to call it that." She took a piece of paper from the counter and slid it over to me. "There's the number to call. I'm meant to keep the house tidy, boys. I'm not a
childcare professional. However, it just felt wrong to take off and leave little Tiff here all alone."

  A long sigh escaped my lips. "Thanks, Isabella. I'll be sure to make you sure you get proper overtime for all this."

  Isabella grabbed her belongings and smoothed a hand down her shirt. "I need to get home to my girls. They must be starving, and I promised them not another canned soup dinner."

  "Take care, Izzy." I gestured her way as she gripped purse in her hands before and taking off toward the door. As soon as the penthouse door closed behind her, I turned to my brother.

  "You want to go see if Tiff knows anything about this?" I clenched my fist at my side, hiding the disapproval about our mother the best I could.

  "Let’s.” He started off in the direction of the living room.

  We didn't hate our little sister or anything like that. Actually, we loved her—a lot. It was just that everything had changed so suddenly in the past year. We hit our fortune. We freed Mom from having to work three jobs all at once, and we moved her and Tiff into this penthouse with a magnificent view of the city.

  It was still unbelievable for me that she worked three jobs. Then again, she was a single mother with three kids. It's surprising she didn't snap sooner, all things considered, so I honestly considered her a hell of a woman, even if she was causing us a bit of trouble at the moment.

  I pulled out my phone and was going to call her personally to see what this whole Jean Pierre Jacques thing was, but before I could even dial the number, an email appeared across the screen.

  An email from her.

  Apparently, she needed a nice long trip, and she was seeing the world with this guy who she'd been talking to online over the past few months. She said that we shouldn't freak out; she’d checked that he's not a serial killer and that they might elope, but she needs this. It’s been her dream since she was a little girl, and she won't be anywhere near a phone or computer for awhile.

  Well damn.

  It was sort of irresponsible of her to bail on Tiff, but maybe she was so stressed out that it made her stupid and think that Isabella's duty was to take care of her? So many years of single motherhood—along with some broken hearts along the way—is enough to send anyone to a shrink, right?