Their Spoiled Princess

by J. L. Beck

  Cody began to slide out of me, then thrust himself back in well Bret alternated with him.

  Oh my God.

  I was feeling so goddamned overwhelmed. The sensations coming from my core were just ridiculous.

  What's more? I felt completely helpless. Even when I fucked one of them, I could grind back, I could buck into them.

  Here, I was their toy. Completely at their mercy.

  Crying out, I let the tears in my eyes slip down my cheek. All I could do was make noises as I was trapped between both of my men like a sandwich. I could only see Bret, but I could definitely see that he was struggling too. I knew space inside of me wasn't unlimited, so if they thought I was so tight when fucking me alone, I had to imagine this was a whole another level of tightness.

  The rhythm was set, and I was lost to them. The three of us had become one, one blissful machine that was going to make all three of us explode in absolute nirvana.

  It became almost zen and all I could hear was my own screams, and the grunts of my brothers as they held onto me. Massaged me. Pushed me further, higher, making every touch feel like it would be my last.

  Yet I was feeling it. Me. The bliss of two hunks of men, my brothers. There was a smile on my face that I knew would take a very long time to fade. Every second that passed felt like an orgasm all its own, yet it was still building towards something, something greater.

  I was almost there. Reaching for it. Yearning for it. My brother’s arms wrapped around me, I wanted to tell them to make me cum, make me sing for them, but all that came out of my mouth was incoherent moans.

  Maybe when you're this close though, you end up on the same wavelength, anyway. They seemed to go faster, driving the three of us harder, and I knew it would strike us all like lightning.

  Sudden and fierce, the bliss roared through me, feeling like it was marvelously searing every nerve in my body. There was so much of it, and it was so intense, I wondered if I would ever feel this good again, all while thinking that I definitely had to do this again with them.

  Deep in my ass, Cody showed me he was there too. His quivering member inside of me unleashing another torrent of his seed back where it didn't belong, filling me up more when I didn't even feel that was possible.

  The heat of his release was so soothing back there, and I desperately tried to focus on it, before I was interrupted by something else.

  Bret. He too had reached his climax, him filling me with his cum, burst after burst. How could they have so much for me? I'd already made them cum, but I guess it was as they said. I made them break all the rules.

  Their heat soothed my aching body in countless ways as I was sandwiched between them. None of us felt particularly in a rush to break from our embrace.

  This was bliss, and I almost fell asleep there.

  Almost.

  Through my joyful tear filled eyes I saw that the bedroom door had been flung open. Daddy stormed through, freezing in place with what he caught sight off. He was seeing his little girl be a total slut, being fucked by both of her brothers at the same time.

  For a moment, I thought about apologizing for everything I had done.

  I wouldn't though.

  Bret and Cody made me happy. So what if they were my Step Brothers? If Daddy couldn't see that, if Daddy couldn't accept that, maybe he wasn't as good of a Daddy as I thought he was.

  Falling forward onto Bret, his arms wrapped around me. I was fading fast. Cocks slid out of me, trails of cum leaked. I was a total mess, but I didn't care. I struggled to cover up with my hands, but I didn't try very hard. After all, it was proof I had made both of my brothers very, very happy.

  "Get away from those two right now, Alexa!" He called out. He wasn't about to rush both Bret and Cody like he had before, and the whole covered in sweat and sex probably dissuaded him further from getting involved.

  "Stop corrupting my daughter!"

  I grumbled, calling upon my own anger, while staggering to my feet. "Daddy, I love them!"

  "No you don't Alexa! They're creeps."

  Bret stood behind me, and held me close to him, while Cody was at my other side. "We're going to take good care of her, old man. You shouldn't worry about her anymore.”

  "This is wrong! What would Jesus think, Alexa?"

  "Probably not what you think he would think," I said, rolling my eyes.

  “Why can’t you just be happy for me?” I cried out as he stormed forward, but still kept some distance between us. Maybe he sensed that Bret and Cody weren't going to take anymore of his shit I didn't know?

  “I'm not going to be happy that my daughter is an incestuous whore!" He screamed, seething with anger his face was so red he looked like he was about to explode.

  Daddy looked toward the window. "The damn thunder storm is over. We're leaving now before you do something else idiotic." He approached and grabbed me by the hand. I didn't budge, assisted by my Step Brothers who were holding me firmly in place.

  "No, Daddy."

  "This isn't up for debate. We're getting out of this sick, twisted situation and I’m going to send you to get the mental help you clearly need, Princess."

  "What part of no don't you understand?" I shrugged out of his hold.

  "Let's just get out of here ourselves, Alexa," Bret whispered in my ear. "He's not going to calm down looking at you all cum covered and naked. That's literally the opposite of how he wants you to be."

  "I'm just fine with you being like that though," Cody said, a massive grin on his face.

  "Yeah, we're leaving, Daddy. When you stop being an asshole, you can call me." I crossed my arms over my chest.

  I started to walk past him, but my legs were weak and I had almost forgotten the voracious fucking I had just endured. But Bret swooped me off like the knight he was and carried me past my father. While Cody was apparently gathering certain things from around the room. My big brother carried me down the stairs, all while my father glared at me, unable to process everything that was happening.

  I was carried into the car and cradled in the backseat. This was good. Adrenaline had gotten me a little farther, but at the end of it all, being fucked by two men like my brothers at the same time was absolutely exhausting.

  The car started up, and Cody appeared in the driver's seat, slightly more dressed than he was a few minutes ago.

  "Where we off to, Cody?" Bret asked.

  "Thinking we got a ride for a bit, but maybe a hotel with a pool? Somewhere where we can pay them off so we can have it privately for a bit?"

  All I could do was laugh. They were still hungry for me, trying to think of new and creative ways to enjoy me next.

  Safe, warm, secure, I drifted off to sleep in Bret's arms, unable to resist the exhaustion that was pulling me under.

  EPILOGUE—TWO YEARS LATER

  ALEXA

  The smell of garlic and tomatoes filled the house. I really didn't want to fall into the whole housewife stereotype, but it was really hard to resist it sometimes. Making someone happy by doing something for them was its own reward.

  It was sort of hard to do that without falling into the cliche of cooking and cleaning for them.

  My men were virile, strong, with insatiable appetites—in every interpretation you could make. They needed their protein, and the hearty chili cooking on the stove was going to be tonight's meal. It was Bret's favorite, as I made steak for Cody a few days ago.

  I left it simmering as I tended to other business. In the distance, I could hear metal clanking, thuds. The sounds of hardcore work outs. Apparently they thought they needed to be even more jacked for me, even though I was more than fine with the way they looked already.

  Derek our son was still sleeping soundly, and I knew this because I had checked over him just to make sure all was well. He was a beautiful little boy, and the peace offering I needed to break through to my father’s skull that I wasn't the perfect Christian daughter that he had wanted.

  It took months for Daddy to come around, but he d
id. He figured if he divorced my mother, it would be okay. Bret and Cody's last name changed back, so no one would ever be the wiser of our relationship.

  Granted, Daddy didn't really break up with my step mom. Him and Judith were still together, hot words being just hot air that night. An apology, lots of flowers, and a trip to Fiji later, everything was forgiven.

  Grandchildren finished building that bridge for Daddy's approval and now everything was much smoother, with typical Thanksgivings, and Christmas’s.

  My ring almost slipped off my finger as I stroked Derek's cute little head. I needed to get it refitted. I was currently six months along with baby number two. Cody and Bret promised to keep me full with their seed. Strolling away from the crib, I thought about how I was going to pass the time.

  "When's dinner going to be ready?" Strong arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me back.

  Cody.

  "It's a slow simmer. It'll be an hour or so."

  "I'm hungry now, though. Maybe I'll just have you as a snack."

  "Let me guess, you didn't suddenly become a cannibal in the hour since I last saw you?"

  "You're catching on well, little sister." Even if we weren't technically brother and sister anymore, it was still part of our relationship, who and what we were to one another. Plus? I guess it was kind of sexy to sleep with my hot Step Brothers.

  Cody guided me to our bedroom, one full sized king bed, meant to be our private little playground. Falling back onto it, he was quick to hike my dress up and over my head.

  "Careful." Bret said, standing at our bedroom doorway. "You shouldn't be so rough with her."

  "But she likes it."

  "I do!" I interrupted. "Besides, don't worry. There's nothing carnal we can do that would endanger Erin."

  We had never gotten around to using protection. It just felt too good throwing ourselves at one another bareback, with nothing between us. We weren't going to tolerate anything that would take away from the joy of my brothers and I's playtime.

  Maybe we'd do something about the potential problems of our insatiable lust eventually, but for now, we were just going to enjoy life. Part of enjoying it was creating it for now, at least.

  Cody had his fingers firmly shoved deep inside me already, getting me more than ready for what was to come. "If little sister wants us to fuck her silly, we can fuck her silly…”

  "Fuck, she's so damned sexy when she's pregnant."

  “Man do I know…” Bret groaned, unleashing his cock from his sweatpants.

  I chuckled beneath them, both of them admiring the handiwork they had inflicted on me.

  "I don't think I'm going to be less pregnant any time soon, so enjoy it while you can."

  "Fuck, how could we not?"

  And that’s what I wanted, more than anything. To be loved and cherished, and to be maybe just a little spoiled.

  The End

  Read On For An Exclusive Chapter Reveal of Mr Bad Cop

  Releasing September 10th

  They call him Mr. Bad Cop but it's not because he’s a bad cop. Nope. It’s because he’s a bad boy, with a naughty reputation. He’s wined, and dined enough women in this town, so when I get caught destroying my ex-boyfriends property I couldn't care less about what he says. I’m going to jail anyway, right?

  Wrong. He bends the rules, making it possible for me to avoid jail time. One date. One night of endless no holds barred sex, and he’ll let everything he saw go. There’s just one problem with that.

  One night of being handcuffed to Mr. Bad Cop's bed isn’t going to be enough…

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  Chapter One

  Della

  I was so going to jail. There was no fucking doubt about it. There was nothing anyone could say that would cool my heated veins. I was livid, more than livid actually. I was about to blow the hell up.

  “Do not under any circumstance touch his car Della. You will go to jail.” My sister Georgia chimed in one second too late. My car key was already grinding against the assholes red beamer that was parked at the college we both attended.

  “You know… I personally think you look better in prison orange than me.” I titled my head as I spoke into the phone eyeing the word asshole I had scraped into his paint. He would be mad, I was sure of it. But not nearly as mad, or hurt as I was.

  “Della…” Georgia’s voice grew quiet. Here we go with the lecture in three… two… “Just because someone does something bad to you doesn’t mean that you should do it back to them. Be the adult here. You’re twenty-two years old and keying his car isn’t how you get back at your ex for humiliating you.” I gritted my teeth together, deciding to draw a heart with a slash through it.

  “Actually…” I huffed into the phone. “It’s the cheapest therapy around…” I grunted as I pressed the edge of the key deeper into the perfect red paint.

  “That’s it. I’m coming down there. You cannot be doing shit that will get you put in jail.” The authority in her voice made me want to laugh. Georgia was the best at mimicking mom’s voice.

  “Whatever Peach, there isn’t a cop in sight…” I twirled on my heels, as if she was here and could see me gazing around.

  A throat cleared directly behind me and my entire world shifted. Oh fucking God.

  “Della Marie what the hell is going on?” Georgia hollered into the phone as my eyes collided with the man that everyone called Mr. Bad Cop, aka Deputy Ryan Declan.

  “I… I… got to go…” I whispered, hanging up, and sliding my iPhone into the back pocket of jeans. Sweat formed against my palms, and I knew there was no real way of getting out of this mess without being hauled off to the county jail.

  My first arrest… Maybe Dad would be proud?

  “Did you do that?” He raised an eyebrow gesturing to the car that I had most definitely keyed. I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and stared up at him like a lost puppy dog. God he was so handsome, with perfectly shaped lips, and a strong jaw that seemed to be sharp, enough to cut glass. Tight muscles showed underneath his fitted uniform with a tattoo that snaked down his arm.

  Dear Lord in heaven.

  “I…. I….” I was like a fish out of fucking water, my mouth open and flopping for what? Nothing, that’s what…

  “You can’t deny it sweetheart…” He sauntered up to me, his six foot two frame towering over my five, foot stature. Damn I was short and even shorter with this guy next to me. I didn’t know what to say, or even do. I couldn’t deny it because that would be lying but I also didn’t want to spend the night in jail.

  “Honestly, the guy deserved it. He’s a total prick who I hope gets his penis bitten off by a zombie during the apocalypse whenever that may be.” A smirked pulled at Ryan’s lips and I wondered if he knew about what asswipe had done, since it technically was against the law.

  “Hate to break the news to you but just because someone does something to you doesn’t mean you can do the same thing back to them….” His voice was sweet and deep, and I just wanted to crawl inside every word he spoke.

  I tipped my head back, and looked up to the sky because looking at Ryan was almost too distracting. He was way to sexy to be in a uniform but he was also way to dirty of a man to be with a woman like me.

  “You know my sister said the same damn thing…” I grumbled under my breath. I was ready to take my punishment whatever it maybe.

  “Your sister is a smart woman.” He tipped his chin, his dark eyes moving back to the scratches on assholes beamer.

  “Okay, I did it.” I confessed, feeling my cheeks warm. “But it isn’t like you didn’t know that already I’m sure.” I narrowed my eyes, placing my hands out in front of me so that he could cuff me and put me in the back of his squad car.

  Ryan blinked
a sudden confusion forming on his face. “Why’re you putting your hands out in front of you?” He questioned, his eyes dropping down from my face, and over the rest of my body. From the way he was looking at me I was certain he was checking me out and truthfully I was kinda liking it.

  “Aren’t you going to arrest me? I did after all commit a crime.” I blinked slow trying to figure out why he hadn’t cuffed me yet. An image of me cuffed to his bed while he dipped his tongue deep inside my…

  “I really should…” His deep voice pulled me from my very inappropriate thought. He was rubbing at his chin as if he was reasoning with himself to make a choice.

  “Either way he deserved it…” I chimed in knowing it didn’t really make my case look any better.

  “I’m sure he did but that doesn’t mean that laws can be broken…” I licked my lips eyeing his tall form, wondering if he was as good of a kisser as all the ladies on campus said.

  “Then arrest me otherwise I’m leaving…” I placed both my hands on my hips trying to make myself bigger than I really was. Ryan smirked and then busted out into a fit of laughter. If we stood here any longer, everyone would know what I had done.

  “Stop laughing at me asshole. I’ve got places to be, and if I don’t get out of here soon everyone is going to know that I did it.” I practically hissed.

  “I’m sorry…” He ran a hand through his dark locks and I wished so badly I could be that hand, feeling his soft strands. Was that weird? “I’ve got a better idea then taking you into jail…” He announced and I swear my entire body lit on fire. He was looking at me like a man that was starving for something more, and I wanted to be that something more for him.

  “And what is that Mr. Officer because I’m not doing community service for this prick…” The air left my lungs as Deputy Ryan leaned into me, his woodsy scent filling my nostrils as I sucked in a dire breath.

  “One date. One night with me and I’ll let this whole thing go. You deserve a real man, someone to show you that not everyone is a self-righteous asshole.” My mouth popped open and then snapped closed real fast. I was completely taken back by this man. A man I knew had slept his way through a lot of women at the college we both went too.