First Comes Love: A Billionaires, Brides, and Babies Romance

by Alexis Angel

  Maybe it’s because I moaned, or maybe he’s keeping his own secret rhythm—all that matters is that he starts licking me with a renewed effort, his tongue sliding inside of me and causing my insides to burn. He’s devouring me furiously, his mouth open wide and pressed tight against my pussy as he pushes me toward the climax.

  "Don’t. You. Stop," I manage to say between my gritted teeth, still unable to wrap my lips around Liam’s cock. But don’t think I’ve grown lazy; my fingers are curled tight around his thick shaft, and my hand is working him at a steady—although erratic—pace.

  Carter says nothing, not daring to take his mouth off of my pussy. But, faithful to what I’ve just told him, he doesn’t stop. Instead, he runs one finger between my ass cheeks, caressing my asshole gently while his tongue slides in and out of me. I feel a violent shiver going up my spine, and I start stroking Liam even harder, my fingers gripping him so tight that a lesser man would just grab my wrist and make me stop.

  "Oh, fuck…" I hiss, closing my eyes as I feel slight spasms taking over my pussy, readying it for the second orgasm of the day. Feeling me close, Carter presses down with his thumb, slightly pushing it inside of my asshole. My insides clench as I feel him go in, and just like that, I come undone. "Fuck!" I cry out, thrusting my hips back against Carter and rubbing my wetness all over his face as ecstasy caresses my mind. He keeps licking me while I come, only pulling out when he feels my muscles relaxing.

  "Now you have something else to miss," he says, and I look over my shoulder at him, a grin taking over my lips as I see my fluids dripping down his chin. He moves his arm as if he's going to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, and I stop him without thinking of a good reason why.

  "Don’t," I simply say, the words hanging heavy in the air. He doesn’t ask why, nor do his eyes widen in surprise; instead, he grins back at me, a flicker of lust in his eyes.

  Sitting up—although I never let go of Liam’s cock—I place one hand over Carter’s crotch, massaging his hard cock over his pants. That wicked grin still adorning his lips, he leans into me; my eyelids droop by instinct, the scent of my pussy hitting me before his lips do. He crushes his mouth against mine, Liam’s cock suddenly forgotten as I savor myself on Carter’s lips.

  "Delicious," Carter whispers at me as he pulls back, his eyes on my mouth, probably seeing how my skin glistens with my own fluids covering it.

  "I know," I smile, my hand once again moving up and down over Liam’s cock. Using only one hand, I start unbuckling Carter’s belt, my fingers moving slowly but surely. I unzip his fly in the same fashion, and then turn my hand around so that I can feel the bulging shape under his underwear pressing against my open palm. I waste no time; I pull his boxer briefs down, immediately wrapping my fingers around his throbbing shaft. I lean back against the seat, biting my lower lip as I stroke both men, this time my rhythm no longer an erratic one.

  "Where do I even start?" I purr out loud, looking from Liam to Carter. Letting go of their cocks, I slide down the seat, my knees hitting the floor as I turn to face then. "Maybe I’ll start with you, Governor…" I whisper, moving my hand up Carter’s leg, my open fingers brushing against his shaft. "Or maybe with you, Mayor…" My other hand crawls up Liam’s leg to his cock, my fingers grabbing it gently. "Decisions, decisions…"

  "Let me help you decide," Carter says, reaching for me and tangling his fingers on my hair; with no hesitancy in his movements, he pulls my head in, forcing me to lean in toward his cock. He allows no time for a slow boil, so I just open my mouth as wide as I can, his cock sliding inside of me over my wet tongue. It fills me up in an instant, pulsing against my tongue and the inside of my cheeks, and I don’t stop until his glans is pressed tight against the back of my throat. Only then do I roll my lips back to his tip, sucking him on the way out. His cock slides out of my mouth with a loud pop, but before I can take him in again, Liam runs his hands through my hair and yanks, pulling me toward him.

  "Be nice, boys… You can both play," I say with a sensuous smile, grabbing Liam’s cock and angling it toward my mouth. I let his shaft past my lips, lapping at it with my tongue as it goes down.

  "I never liked to share," Liam says, resting both his hands on top of my head and forcing my head down. I allow him to guide me; only moving back after all of his length has been inside of me.

  "That makes two of us," Carter responds, moving closer to me—and Liam—as he motions to grab my hair. I pull back before he can reach me, both of their cocks in my hands as I look at them mischievously.

  "I guess you need a lesson then, the both of you," I tell them, leaning slightly in toward the space where their bodies meet. I tug on their cocks, forcing them to turn toward me; there’s some hesitancy, but then Liam kneels on his seat, his cock just a couple of inches away from my lips. Not the kind of man to be left behind, Carter does the same as Liam, and I angle his cock toward my mouth. "This is a start," I purr, running my tongue in circles around Carter’s glans. I do the same with Liam and then back again, each time I do it their cocks closing in on one another.

  When their tips finally meet, I reach for them with just my tongue, licking them at the same time. Not giving a damn about what they think, I angle both of their cocks and point them at me; I open my mouth at the same time, as wide as I can, and allow both shafts inside of my mouth. It should be impossible to have my mouth on two cocks like these at the same time, but I’m doing it. My jaw hurts, and their thickness is straining against my cheeks, but I’m doing it.

  Slowly, I push my head down, their cocks sliding deeper into my mouth. I only stop when I can’t go any further, more than half their lengths still left outside my mouth. I hold my position, using my hands to caress their balls; moving my fingers gently, I feel their weight and warmness against the palm of my hand, and I can’t help but think about the mess they’re going to cause when both men finally reach their climax.

  I try to bob my head back and forth, but I can barely move with my mouth so full. As it is, I just twirl my tongue against their shafts, slowly rolling my lips back out. Sucking their glans hungrily, their manly flavor wrapping itself around my mind like thorns, I finally allow their members out of my mouth.

  I breathe in deeply as I start to stroke them again, changing a glance with Liam and then with Carter. They might be rivals, a political divide between them, but right now I see nothing but desire in their eyes. They don’t care if they have to share me; the only thing that matters is that I’m here with them, eager as ever to use men like them to my own ends.

  Never taking my eyes from them, I let go of their cocks and slide my thong down, lifting my knees from the floor as I push it through. Fully naked, I go up to my feet and turn around, my back to Liam; without even bothering to undress him any further, I grab his cock and lower myself over it. I stop when I feel his glans against my folds, and I rub it along my pussy for just a heartbeat. Not wanting to tease myself, I close my eyes and ease myself down, Liam’s cock moving past my inner lips and straining against my inner walls. When he’s in me to the hilt, I turn my head to the side and lock eyes with Carter; he’s looking at me and Liam as if he were hypnotized, a hunger in his eyes that won’t be denied much longer.

  "Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you," I tell him with a grin, reaching for his cock with my hand. Grabbing it firmly, I start stroking him, moving my hand as I start to sway my hips against Liam’s body.

  "I wouldn’t let you forget about me," Carter simply says, reaching for my tits and squeezing them, my flesh molding to his fingers. I close my eyes again, surrendering to the sway of my own body and the feeling of Liam’s cock deep inside of my pussy. It’s hard work being with two men—you can’t simply focus on your own pleasure. But I’m not complaining; that’d just be silly.

  Liam’s hands are resting on my lower back, his fingers brushing over the tiny dimples I have there as he starts to rock his body against mine, thrusting upward. It doesn’t take long for his thrusts to replace the sway o
f my hips. I merely keep in place, grinding against him as he moves up and down. Wanting to devote all my attention to the cock deep inside of me, I let go of Carter’s cock and look him in the eye.

  "I want you to stroke yourself," I tell him, a note of dominance in my words. "I want you to do it while Liam fucks me," I continue, my voice quivering as Liam starts to thrust harder. Carter doesn’t bother responding; he returns my gaze, unblinking, and grabs his cock. Never taking his eyes off of me, he starts to stroke himself, moving his hand at a steady but anxious pace.

  Enjoying the view, I let one hand slide down my stomach and press two fingers over my clit, rubbing it fast. I have to grit my teeth, my brain suddenly overloaded; it has to deal with the sight of Carter stroking himself, my fingers on my clit, and Liam’s cock pushing back against my insides. All in all, it’s almost too much for me to take. Gritting my teeth, I breathe out deeply, my fingers moving even faster as something wild and fierce grows inside of me.

  "Yes…" I mutter, hissing through my gritted teeth as I feel my body tensing up. "Oh, yes…" Like a bullet flying out from the muzzle of a gun, I go off; I scream my lungs out, not even bothering to care if the driver can hear us. We should be safe enough, since the whole limo was built to be soundproof, but I have my doubts that a scream as loud as mine will go unnoticed. I don’t have the time to ponder stuff like that though; there’s a surge of electric pleasure in all of my muscles, and I close my eyes as my pussy clamps around Liam’s cock. I throw myself back against him, the fabric of his shirt on my back, and simply surrender to the waves of pleasure lapping at my body.

  "Good girl," Liam whispers against my ear, squeezing my right breast while he speaks. I chuckle at that, his words waking up that deviousness inside of me.

  "There’s nothing good in me, Liam…" I say, a gentle laugh leaving my mouth. "I’m a bad girl, through and through."

  "Let’s see how bad you are when I’m the one fucking you," I hear Carter saying, his words jolting me back into action.

  Without allowing myself a moment’s rest, I get up, making Liam’s cock pop out of my pussy. I climb on top of the seat and go on all fours, swaying my ass from side to side toward Carter.

  "Let’s see then," I say, Carter hooking his fingers on my waist. My hands are on Liam’s legs, my eyes on his erect shaft, but I’m fully focused on my pussy right now. Carter has knelt on the seat right behind me, and he’s pressing his glans against my wet folds, rubbing it against me without thrusting. Anxious to feel him his shaft, I push my hips back, his cock sliding two inches inside of me.

  "If that’s how you want it," Carter whispers, pushing his cock all the way in. I gasp as I feel his thickness stretching me wide, his cock moving fast and mercilessly. Without wasting time, he starts to rock his hips, sliding his cock in and out of me while he keeps his fingers hooked on my waist.

  My brain coming to terms with the way Carter’s ravaging me, I finally give Liam the attention he deserves: I grab his shaft with one hand and lower myself over it, parting my lips and allowing him inside my mouth. My wetness is still coating his shaft, and I can’t help but twirl my tongue around it, licking it dry of my own fluids.

  Carter’s cock in my pussy and Liam’s in my mouth, I let my body be moved by instinct and desire. I sway my hips, thrusting back against Carter, and keep moving my head in a coming and going motion over Liam’s shaft.

  I want to moan and I want to scream; the only thing stopping me from doing so is Liam’s cock, his length pushing my tongue down as it slides in and out of my mouth. That doesn’t stop me from dangling over the edge. Both their cocks ravaging me, it’s a matter of seconds until that electric buzz bubbles up to the surface; I feel it under my skin, tiny sparks of pleasure pulling at the edges of my mind. The urge to scream becoming too strong to deny, I raise my head and take Liam’s cock out of my mouth.

  "Fuuu--" I start, the word dying on my lips as it turns into a frenzied scream of ecstasy. I feel the muscles in my throat cramping up, but that doesn’t shut me up. Oh, no—I hiss and moan all the while, riding my orgasm all the way to the end. My muscles are trembling and twitching, and when they finally stop I feel exhaustion taking over me; it’s as if pleasure gave way to concrete, my limbs feeling too heavy to move. The moment Carter pulls out, I simply roll to the side and collapse on top of the seat, breathing so hard I feel on the verge of passing out.

  I lay back, forgetting about everything around me as I let my lungs work themselves into a normal state. When the orgasms start to subside, I open my eyes. Carter is still kneeling on the seat, his cock right above my face, and Liam is kneeling at my feet; I spread my legs, allowing Liam to kneel between them, and grin at both men.

  "Show me what you've got," I purr, my voice laced with exhaustion. "Come for me…" I tell them, and they grab their cocks at the same time. Their eyes on my body, they start to stroke themselves, moving their hands at a frantic pace. I moan, not because of something my body is feeling, but because of the pleasure coating my mind; after all, what could be more pleasurable than having both Carter and Liam jerking off over my naked body?

  I hear one of them groan, and the very next second, a rope of cum hits me across the chest. I don’t know if it came from Liam or from Carter, but in the end, it doesn’t even matter; one second after that they both start coating me in cum, their cocks gushing all over me. Their warm juices cascade onto my skin eagerly, thick strands of semen painting my body in pale white.

  "So fucking good…" I moan, grabbing my tits and rubbing their cum all over. I’m not one to curse, but it just feels appropriate right now. How else would I put into words what I’m feeling right now? Because this is fucking good, there’s no other way to put it.

  I move my hands from my breasts to my stomach, sliding my fingers all over my skin, smearing myself with cum. With my eyes still closed, I open my mouth, sticking my tongue out as an invitation; they take the hint pretty quickly, their saltiness soon all over my tongue. My mouth brimming with cum, I let them spray the rest of their load all over the rest of my body. Still lying down on the seat, I don’t dare to move; I keep still, frozen in place as I feel fat drops of cum drip down my skin and onto the seat.

  I close my mouth, but, before swallowing, I open up my eyes; I want to see the look in their face as I do it. Glancing at Liam and then at Carter, I finally allow their cum down my throat, their flavor blending into something so mind numbing that a violent shiver goes down my spine.

  Winding down, I rub my tits again, moving my thumbs over my drenched nipples and trembling it slightly as I do it. Every inch of skin is sensitive, my nerve endings responding to every subtle touch. It seems like that the aftermath of pleasure is even more pleasure.

  "See?" I ask, willing my body to move as I sit up, placing my hands on their legs. "Sharing is fun." They say nothing, but the satisfaction plastered all over their faces tells me everything that I need to know.

  Sharing is fun, indeed… Especially when I’m the one being shared.

  New York Daily Journal

  SCANDAL, THY NAME IS WOMAN!

  From the desk of Editor-at-Large, Michael Anders.

  As Mayor of New York City, I have a unique insight. As the owner of my paper, here are my thoughts…

  The New York political world was stunned yesterday as out of nowhere, the long simmering feud between Governor Carter Andrews and Mayor Liam Jeffries moved from a war of words to a literal war of fists.

  The altercation occurred at the Harvard Club in Manhattan during a brunch between the Governor and Senator Vivian Hawthorne—who has been seen by many as the one person who can bring this situation to a more stable, calmer resolution.

  According to witnesses, Mayor Jeffries, from the town of New Kingston, stormed into the club and an angry escalation of words between the two men ensued. Sources are not clear who began the fight, or who may have emerged as the victor, as police were quick to respond to the scene and take the two men into custody.

  A curious situat
ion confronted both a tiny town that serves as a suburb of New York City, as well as the greater State of New York. Both constituencies existed for a brief time with their chief executives incarcerated.

  The situation was finally resolved when Senator Hawthorne stepped in and bailed out both men.

  The situation has many legal scholars puzzled and perhaps more importantly, many social commentators decrying a crisis of leadership.

  It seems to us at the Editorial Board that the bad old days of Albany style backroom politics is back. That the corruption has returned. And to those who disagree with us and believe that this is simply the heated passions of two sides of the political spectrum coming to a disagreement, we point out that rather than let the voters decide which way to go, both men are now advancing their own cause based on stubbornness. Secret negotiations, welcomed at first by the Editorial Board because we thought a quick resolution would be imminent, has now instead created a culture where back room deals and scandal instead rule the day.

  It should be evident to any observer that the fact that Senator Hawthorne has been romantically linked to both Liam Jeffries and Carter Andrews means her judgment is compromised when it comes to both men. This resulted, most likely, in the fact that she bailed out both men. Any situation where two politicians have romantic links to each other cannot be one that can be called fair and unbiased.

  And where does this sordid triangle then leave the citizens of New York State? They watch as both their environment becomes polluted and sickly and their jobs leave for other shores. As the politicians end up fighting each other in the court of public opinion as well as really fighting each other, the people of this state can only hang their head in shame.