* * * *
Cole couldn’t believe this was happening. He literally fantasized about Brazille in the shower just last night. He only met her a few times, and each time he struck up a conversation it was interrupted by one of her friends, or of a situation they needed to attend to. Tonight was different. They met her right there in the parking lot. Upon seeing that bruising on her wrist, he felt instantly protective of her and that never happened to him before. Sure, Cole believed in being chivalrous, and he always put women and children first, but this was different.
Then as they talked and seemed to be getting along well, they parted, and when he saw that cowboy lift her up over his shoulder he got pissed.
Cole stared at her now. That sexy luscious body.
“Open for him. Let Cole know you’re ready for him next,” J.T. told her as he rolled her to her back, and brought her hands above her head. He leaned over and kissed her lips, then her cheek and jaw. “Widened those thighs and invite him to fuck that pussy and claim it.”
Those turquoise eyes shined, her full lips parted, her nipples hardened, and she slowly widened her thighs for him.
She was breathing unsteadily as he slid onto the bed between her legs and stroked her from ankle to calf. He widened her thighs and she gasped.
“That is one very wet, pretty pink pussy you have, baby. You’re dripping, which means you like being restrained and ordered around by us, don’t you?” he asked.
She inhaled.
“Answer him,” J.T. ordered, and stroked her jaw and tilted it up so she faced Cole.
Cole smiled at her and then slid a finger along her pussy lips. He raised one eyebrow up at her waiting for an answer.
“Yes. For some crazy ass reason, I like it. A lot,” she admitted.
He slid his finger up into her cunt as he ran his other hand up her thigh to her breast and cupped it.
“You sure do, and that’s a good thing. We require obedience and submission.” J.T. lowered his mouth toward her nipple and the breast Cole held. He watched him lick it and tug, then heard Brazille moan softly.
“She likes multiple men touching her, feasting on her at once,” Farrow said, and slid onto the bed and cupped her other breast. He lowered his mouth to the tip and licked it.
“These are some fine-looking breasts. Too big for my hands, but I’ll try my best to suck as much of one into my mouth as I can,” Farrow said, and suckled along her breast as she moaned and wiggled.
Cole couldn’t take it. This was a dream come true. He fantasized about this woman and now she was here, in their home, letting them make love to her. He rolled the condom on and then aligned his cock with her pussy.
“Here I come, sugar. And so it begins,” he said, and then gripped her hips and started to push into her cunt. He was shocked at how tight she felt. He looked at J.T., who winked.
“I know. She’s super fucking tight.”
“Oh, Cole. Cole. Please,” she said, and Cole clenched his teeth and pulled out, then pushed back in a little farther.
As soon as J.T. and Farrow pinched her nipples and tugged, Cole felt her pussy moisten.
“More, give her more.”
“I say we flip her onto her belly and she rides you, Cole, while I explore her sexy round ass, and then fuck it,” Farrow stated, and nipped her chin.
“Oh God!” she cried out and came. Cole slid into her pussy all the way and moaned aloud.
“Holy fuck. Holy fuck,” he said and then pulled back and slammed right into her again. He kept moving, trying to reach the point of being satisfied, and knowing that she was his and this was real. He thought about the cowboys, about her over the guy’s shoulder, and then about how he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder and left with her letting everyone knew she was his woman. Holy shit. He wanted more and more, and his mind was going crazy with possessive thoughts as he hammered into her cunt.
“Please let me touch you. Please,” she begged, and J.T released his hold and eased off the bed. Farrow remained there as she reached for Cole, and he loomed over her as her hands slid along her shoulders and neck and gripped him tight. She counterthrusted against his thrusts, and lifted her thighs higher as she rocked against him.
“Fuck, baby, you’re wild.”
“No. You’re wild, and make me want more and more,” she said.
“Oh, you’ll be getting more,” Farrow told her.
“Luke, you take her ass, and you need lube first so she feels no pain,” J.T. said to Farrow, and the thought of possessing her ass, of fucking her with his brothers, his team, made him come.
“Fuck. Stop talking about fucking her ass and claiming her together. Fuck.” He grunted and then thrust and stroked into her several times before he came and then fell against the crook of her neck. He immediately rolled her to the side as not to crush her, and then kissed her cheeks, her neck, and breast as they both calmed their breathing. He couldn’t stop touching her, caressing her ass, her back, and then kissing her lips again and again.
She caressed his hair and cheek and held his gaze.
“Good baby?” he asked.
“Very good,” she replied, and he slid his hand along her ass and squeezed it. “Can’t wait to do it all over again,” he said, and she smiled.
* * * *
Luke slid onto the bed next to Brazille. She turned toward him and her long brown hair cascaded over her shoulder, covering her large breasts. He brought a handful of her hair to his nose and inhaled. He loved the scent of her shampoo, and the smell of her. From the moment they first met, she caught his full attention. He was not a man to get affected by much of anything, and surely not some sexy hot, young professional woman with tits and ass that made men stop and stare. Holy fuck, if she was their woman, if they actually made a commitment to a woman, they would need to constantly be with her to fend off men. Fuck.
He rolled toward her, gripped her hips, and then rolled back to his back, taking her with him so she now straddled him.
Her large breasts bounced and swayed, and her hands gipped his shoulders. She stared at him and he hoped, he prayed she liked what she saw. He was shocked by that, too. He was a hard soldier and nothing got to him. He was almost pissed off all the time, angry, confrontational, and ready for a fight, like Farrow. Farrow had him beat, and he wondered if the two of them would scare her off after tonight.
“Luke?” she said his name and he squinted at her.
“What are you thinking?” she asked as she traced the tattoos on his chest and shoulder. The feel of her feminine fingers sliding along his skin aroused him. His dick hardened under her ass and he knew she felt it. He thrust upward.
“About having you here, on top of me, getting ready to make love to you with my team.”
She licked her lips and ran her hands along his pectoral muscles to his shoulders. “You thought about me before tonight?”
“Hell, baby, we all have,” he said.
She glanced at the others and they agreed. She slowly slid down his body, kissing his chest and his ribs. Behind her, Farrow bit his lower lip, watching her sexy ass tilt upward, and her thighs widen as she slid all the way down and then took Luke’s cock into her mouth.
“Oh hell, Brazille. Fuck, baby, your mouth feels so good. Oh fuck. So good.” He panted and moaned, then slowly lifted his hips. Up and down, he titled up and she sucked him and countered his slow thrusts, bobbed her head up and down until Farrow joined in and ran his hands along her ass and thighs.
“Ever have a ménage, baby?” he asked and she continued to suck Luke down but shook her head.
“We’re her first? That’s hot,” Cole said, and got up onto the bed and ran his palm along her ass.
“I want to explore this ass a little, and then fuck this sexy, wet pussy while Brazille sucks Luke’s cock.”
“Fuck,” Cole said and Luke moaned.
Farrow then described everything that was going on.
“Oh, I think Brazille is very interested. Her pussy is creaming ever
ywhere. Oh, baby. I can’t wait,” he said, and then Luke felt her tighten up.
“Such a wet pussy, and oh yeah, I’m going to use this cream to slide along your asshole, and then do a little exploring while I fuck this pussy.”
She moaned again and Luke exhaled. “Holy fuck. I don’t want to come in her mouth our first time. I need to be in her pussy,” Luke said.
“Hold off, bro, just sliding my finger in and seeing how tight and needy her ass is for cock.”
“Fuck yeah,” Cole said. “Wow, look at that. Sexy as damn hell,” J.T. added, and rubbed his palm along her ass.
“Fuck. Brazille, let me go. I want in your pussy when I come,” he said and pulled back.
Brazille exhaled. “Oh God. Please. I’m not ready for that, Farrow. Oh god,” she said and Farrow pulled his fingers from her ass.
Farrow lifted her up onto Luke. “Ride him then and I’m next to fuck that pussy and claim it,” he said fiercely, and Luke pulled her close, kissed her, and then she used her hand to align his cock with her cunt and then she lowered down and moaned. He moved right into position thrusting, and lifting upward. Behind her, Farrow caressed her body and slid a finger along her ass.
“Maybe not tonight. But mark my words, I’m going to fuck that ass and own it. Guaran-fucking-teed.”
“Oh God!” she cried out and came. Luke thrust upward as he pulled her down and he came next. He shook and then she kissed him and he kissed her back. “Incredible, Brazille. Fucking beautiful,” Luke said, clasping her chin and lip with his fingers then kissing her.
“My turn. I’m not going to last this first time. Her ass is fucking making my dick hard,” Farrow said, and wrapped an arm around her waist, hauled her up off of Luke, who grunted, and then he aligned his cock with her pussy and shoved balls deep into her.
“Condom. Oh God, Farrow, condom.”
“Fuck.” He grunted and thrust over and over again, then pulled out.
Cole laughed as he handed him a packet.
“I know, bro, she is a fucking fantasy come true. She got the voodoo for sure,” he said, and Farrow put on the condom and then gripped her hip and gave her ass a tap. “Here I come. Hold on, baby, we’re going for a fucking ride,” he said, and Farrow stroked into her all the way, then pulled back and thrust back in. He was relentless in his strokes. Over and over again he thrust and thrust until he couldn’t hold back, her body too perfect, too fucking sexy, like some playboy model, and he came. He called her name and lowered his head to her neck and shoulder, then kissed her.
* * * *
Brazille calmed her breathing, and the next thing she knew J.T. was rolling her onto her back and cleaning her up with a warm washcloth and towel.
“Oh, I can do that. Let me get up and use the bathroom,” she said, and lifted only for Farrow to place his arm over her chest and shoulder and hold her down.
“We said we weren’t letting you out of this bed. Did you think we were kidding?” he asked seriously, and with such a stern tone, commanding, along with that dark look in his eyes, and she didn’t know if she should be turned on or scared of his capabilities. Of their capabilities.
She swallowed hard. She needed to be less submissive and make them see she had a backbone, and that way if this never turned into anything but one amazing, erotic night of sex, then so be it. She started to put up the wall of armor. They weren’t the only ones who used soldier abilities. She’d gotten good at it over the years, and especially after the danger Chanelle put her in.
“Yes, actually I did,” she replied.
She hadn’t expected the large hands to grip her ankles, but J.T. did. She looked down at him as Farrow slowly released her shoulders and caressed along her breast with his palm. Cole and Luke stood by the left side of the bed and looked at her body as J.T. aroused her once again. He used his palm to slide up her calf. She looked at the intensity, the forcefulness in those dark eyes of his as if he was lost in staring at her body. She shivered, and her pussy clenched. These men did things to her no men ever had. There was a time two years ago that she thought she was in love. She gave her heart freely to the sensations, the attraction and desire she had for a man, and she was dead wrong. This right here tonight validated her stupidity. Her lack of knowledge to what desire, lust, a deep carnal connection was. She almost felt fearful of the idea of having to let them go. Of having to look at this as simply a night of passion or several nights, even sporadic nights of passion. No, no she wouldn’t be their mistress, a woman they fucked when they wanted to. It was tonight only. It had to be. It had all the makings for disaster otherwise.
She could tell they were each dominant, demanding, powerful, capable soldiers and fierce, strong-willed, men set in their ways. A combination that turned her on, but also made her aware that they would bash heads eventually. She was independent, strong-willed herself, and just trying to survive this game of life. She had things planned out, a sort of timeline of what was coming next. She could handle some bumps in the road just like she handled Chanelle and her situation with her bosses. But this, these men, she just didn’t know what would come of them, or how they would act now that they had sex with her.
J.T.’s hand gripped her upper thigh, and then stroked the tattoo on her hip. He climbed up between her legs, his cock hard, long and thick against his belly. His thighs, muscular, defined with a dusting of hair, and that bare chest filled with muscles and a tattoo along his shoulder and arm, a God damn sex God. Holy Christ, the four of them were a woman’s wildest fantasy come true and she had them. She had sex with all four of them.
“Rules are established for a reason. You understand this?”
It wasn’t what she was expecting, not that she truly could expect anything from these men. They were complicated. She could see that.
“What?” she asked and tightened, not expecting Farrow to trace her nipple with his finger, and then pinch it between his forefinger and thumb. She looked at him; he stared at her then at her breast.
“Rules, like never question an order. When one of us tells you to do something or not to do something, comply,” J.T. stated.
Boy was she intimidated.
Cole slid his finger up into her cunt.
“Oh.” Her lips parted and she went to move her hand to his wrist, but Luke and Farrow stopped her, brought her hands to their mouths and they sucked on each digit. Farrow ran a palm up her left side straight to her breast as Cole fingered her.
“So fucking wet. You know, you understand it, your body complies, as well,” he said, and she could hardly think a coherent thought with all of them touching her, restraining her in such a sexual, carnal manner. She tilted her hips up and felt Cole’s fingers slide out and the tip of J.T.’s cock press between her pussy lips. The bulbous head thick, hard, and dripping with precum.
It felt so good. She wanted to let him make love to her without any barrier, but it wouldn’t be smart. She would feel more than she was feeling now for them. It would mean a broken heart times four, she had to see this for what it more than likely was. Just sex.
He started to push into her channel, and her pussy clenched and leaked cream.
“J.T. condom,” she said to him, and he clenched his teeth and held her hips as Cole stepped back.
“I want to feel you completely. No barriers, skin to skin, no walls of any kind,” he said and pushed deeper.
She gripped his forearms, and held his gaze. As much as she desired that, too, she knew she needed to gain some control here. She had an IUD but she wouldn’t tell them that. She had seen the drawer of condoms. God only knew how many women they screwed here in this room, in this house. As deeply as she had feelings for them and so quickly, she needed to be realistic here.
“Well, condoms are necessary. I’m not ready to be a mother,” she said to him, which he narrowed his eyes at, but then he nodded at Farrow who slid from the bed, and then Farrow gave him a packet.
J.T. pulled out, opened the packet to place the condom on, and she assisted. Som
ething she never did before, but felt like it was a smart move, a strategic one. She just wasn’t sure what this night would bring, she wasn’t, but she followed her gut and something told her they were all thinking and worrying, too. Maybe she just hoped they did, and that this wasn’t just fabulous sex, but the beginning of more.
He held her gaze and moaned as she cupped his balls.
He gripped her hands and exhaled. His face red, the veins by his temples pulsated and he was breathing through his nostrils. Was it from her touch? Did it have that much of an effect on him?
He placed her hands above her head, causing her breasts to lift and stick out.
“J.T.”
“Tell me you want me. Tell me now you need me inside of you,” he demanded, and oh boy, did she want him inside of her. She wanted all of them together, making love to her together, but she wasn’t going to tell them. No, she needed to be smart.
“I need you, J.T. I want you inside of me,” she told him, holding his gaze. He licked his lips and slowly pushed his cock into her very needy cunt. She widened her thighs, tilted up her torso, and her pussy clenched.
“Fuck her good and deep. Mark her your woman, J.T,” Farrow ordered.
It was insane how they all gathered around, and watched them make love like they were all part of it and making love to her together. It didn’t feel like just sex. No, it felt like so much more as J.T. lowered his mouth to her breast and nipple, and suckled hard as he rocked his hips against hers. He slid his large, powerful hands to the crook in her elbows and held her arms there, pressed up and back against the bed. He held her gaze as he rocked and thrust as deeply as he could get. Then he picked up speed, clenched his teeth and stared at her like a man possessed.
“J.T.!” she said his name and panted as each deep, fast thrust took her breath away. She felt so much and then they all spoke.
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