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  “Maybe you just need daddy to teach you a fucking lesson.”

  I cried out as his hand came down with a sharp spank across my little ass. I moaned, feeling the heat and the sting teasing through my body as he pulled back and did it again, and then a third time.

  “Count for me,” Lincoln growled. “Starting with this one.”

  His hand came down on my ass again, and I cried out.

  “One!”

  “Uh-uh,” he murmured into my ear, his hand soothing over the skin. “One, what?”

  I hesitated for a second, but then I knew what he meant. I knew what he meant and my whole body trembled with lust.

  “One, daddy.”

  Lincoln’s cock throbbed against me, and he growled.

  “Good girl.”

  His hand spanked my ass again, and I whimpered in pleasure

  “Two, daddy!”

  SPANK.

  “Three, daddy!”

  I cried out, my whole body on fire and the heat between my legs so hot and so wet I was sure I was leaving a wet spot on his shorts. I thought he was about to bring his hand back down, but suddenly, his fingers hooked into my bikini bottoms, and with one strong pull, he yanked them right down my legs to my knees.

  I moaned, feeling his eyes on my bare ass and knowing he could see my little wet pussy glistening between my thighs.

  “Fuck, Kenzie,” Lincoln groaned, his cock throbbing so hard. His hand slid up my thigh, making me whimper and moan as he gripped one cheek of my ass tight in his hand.

  “Fuck your ass looks so fucking sweet all red and pink like this. So punished like this. It tells me you’re a bad little girl who needed daddy to spank her bratty ass to show her how to behave.”

  I cried out as he slid his hand to other cheek, grabbing me and spreading me wide for his eyes.

  “Jesus,” he growled. “So. Fucking. Wet. Maybe my little bad girl is enjoying this too much.”

  I started to shake my head, panting as my whole world spun around me, but Lincoln stopped me with his hand sliding between my legs. I cried out as his fingers slid over my slippery pussy lip, sending heat exploding through my body.

  “Good,” he growled lowly into my ear. “I want my baby girl to get wet like this when daddy spanks her. I want to feel how wet this bratty little pussy gets when I touch you.”

  His finger eased inside of me, making me moan as he started to stroke the thick digit in and out of my soaking wet pussy.

  “You saw me watching you outside, didn’t you?”

  I nodded, panting.

  “So you saw what you do to me, didn’t you, Kenzie?”

  I moaned, knowing what he meant, but when his cock throbbed against my tummy, there was no doubting it.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Have there been other boys?”

  He growled the question out, his voice tight with barely contained heat and warning.

  There hadn’t been. Like I said, boys my age had always been either fumbling and lame, or else way too pushy and demanding, and not in the good way.

  I shook my head. “No.”

  “No? No other boys who’ve put their hands on this tight little pussy?”

  I shook my head again. “No one,” I whimpered.

  “Good girl,” Lincoln purred into my ear, and when his thumb brushed my clit, I moaned loudly.

  This is what I’d been waiting for — why I’d waited, I guess. I’d wanted this — the mix of tender and yet firm. A real man to make me squirm and beg for it.

  “Spread your legs for me, baby girl,” he growled. “Spread your legs for daddy.”

  I moaned, spreading my thighs as far as they’d go with my bikini still tangled around my knees. Lincoln’s hand stroked my pussy faster, his finger easing in and out of me as he played with my clit with his thumb. He reached up with his other hand and pushed my tank top up high, up over my breasts before he tugged it off and tossed it aside. I moaned, lying there naked across his lap.

  Slowly, he moved out from under me, until my head was by his thigh. I watched, panting and wide eyed as he hooked a thumb into the waist of his shorts and started to tug them down.

  “You want to see more, angel?” he growled. “You want to see more of what you were spying on up in the window?”

  “Yes,” I panted, licking my lips and feeling my pulse thunder in my ears as he started to tug his shorts and boxers down. The base of his cock came into view — so thick and gorgeous and throbbing. Then he pulled the waistband lower, and lower, and lower — more and more of this huge cock revealed to me. Suddenly, he pulled the shorts all the way down, and his big cock sprang up.

  I gasped, my mouth falling open at the sight of his thick, swollen, enormous cock, standing up rock hard against his chiseled abs. His finger plunged into my slippery, tight pussy, curling deep inside and hitting this perfect spot that made me gasp out loud. He wrapped his fist wrapped tightly around his cock and slowly started stroking it up and down his thick shaft. A thick drop of something clear and sticky beaded at his swollen head, before trickling down his shaft, over his fingers, and down to his big, heavy balls between his thighs.

  “This is how fucking hard you’ve made me since the second you walked through this front door, Kenzie,” he growled, looking down and meeting my gaze. He reached down and cupped my jaw, tilting my head up as he leaned down and kissed me fiercely. I moaned into his lips, my whole body melting into him as his fingers played with my clit.

  “Now lay back,” he groaned, sliding his fingers from my pussy and turning me over again. He pushed me back into the couch, pushing my legs wide as he moved to his knees in front of me.

  “Lay back and spread those pretty legs, baby girl. Because I’ve been dying to taste your sweet little cunt since the second I saw you, and I’m not waiting anymore.”

  I moaned as his hands slid up my thighs, pushing my legs wide and up as he moved in. His breath teased across my pussy, making me shiver and moan. My eyes went wide as I stared down, mouth open as Lincoln moved in, his gorgeous blue eyes flashing fiercely and his chiseled jaw clenched tight.

  When his mouth touched me, I cried out. His wet, warm tongue dragged across my pussy, moving up my whole seam until his tongue bumped across my clit. I cried out, my hips bucking against his mouth as he growled and moved his mouth right against me. I could feel the slight stubble of his jaw on my skin, sending shivers up my spine as he dragged his tongue over me again.

  “Fuck, baby girl, you taste like fucking cotton candy,” he growled, his tongue pushing deep against my opening and making me cry out again. “I could lick this little peach all fucking day, and I just might.”

  He groaned into me, the feel of it rumbling through me. His hands gripped me tightly, and his powerful shoulders rippled as he pushed my legs back and dragged his tongue over my pussy. He pushed deep, tonguing my opening and making my hips rock off the couch as the pleasure rolled through me. He moved up, and when his tongue swirled over my clit, I threw my head back and screamed in pleasure.

  His tongue moved faster, his hands so tight on my skin and his moans rumbling through me. His lips sealed around my clit, sucking on it as his tongue swirled in slow circles. He did it over and over and over, and the pleasure burned hotter and hotter until I was sure my whole body might explode.

  “I want to taste this little virgin pussy when it comes for me, baby girl,” he growled. “Come for me. Come all over daddy’s tongue.”

  Oh fuck.

  I screamed as the orgasm hit me like a bomb, my whole body tensing and then shattering as the intensity of it slammed into me. I moaned, twisting and bucking against his mouth and his wicked tongue as I came again and again, one orgasm tumbling into another one as his tongue swirled over my clit.

  I collapsed into the sofa, panting and gasping and trying to find reality again, when he suddenly stood. I moaned as he grabbed me, pushing my legs back as he stood and moved into me, pressing me back into the couch. My legs spread around his muscled, groov
ed hips, and when I felt his length nestle against my sticky, hot pussy, my eyes went wide.

  “I’m not going to take you, baby girl — not like this, and not here,” he rasped into my ear. His hands slid down to cup my ass as he ground his shaft against my clit.

  “But I will feel that bad girl pussy come all over my cock.”

  He rocked his hips, letting his shaft slide between my lips and glide up and down. He didn’t push inside, but instead he let his swollen head graze up through my lips, bumping over my clit. He growled, and I moaned deeply as he started to move faster, his big, fat, thick cock squelching between my dripping wet, sticky pussy lips and hitting my clit on every thrust.

  Thick, white, sticky liquid trickled from his swollen head, dribbling down across my tummy and covering my pussy, making us both slick and glistening as we moved faster and faster.

  “I can feel your sweet little cunt trying to suck me inside,” He growled. “Trying to suck my cock inside your greedy little pussy, baby girl? That what you want? For daddy to plunge his cock deep inside of you and claim that cherry right here on the couch? That what you want?”

  I cried out, throwing my head back and raking my nails down his muscled, tattooed arms as his thick cock rubbed against my clit again and again.

  “Yes!” I moaned, gasping as the pleasure started to burn hotter and hotter, threatening to explode through me all over again.

  Lincoln chuckled darkly, leaning down to kiss me hard and rough. He sucked my bottom lip between his teeth, sucking it as his hands gripped my ass like it belonged to him.

  “Greedy little girl,” he growled. His hips rocked against me, and this time, I knew I was about to crash over the edge.

  “Make this bratty little cunt come for daddy, baby girl,” he rasped into my ear. His heavy balls slapped against my ass, and I could feel his big dick throbbing and swelling up even bigger.

  “Make this little pussy come all over my cock, and then daddy’s going to give you every drop of his cum. Come for me, baby girl,” he groaned.

  “Come for me, Kenzie.”

  I screamed as the orgasm rocked through me, blazing through my body like a wildfire and igniting every inch of my skin. Lincoln roared, his thick, throbbing cock rocking against me once more before he suddenly tensed and then groaned. His fat cock pulsed against my little pussy, and I suddenly gasped as a thick, white spurt of cum pumped from his swollen head and landed in a streak across my tummy. He groaned again, his cock pumping rope after thick rope of hot, sticky cum across my belly, my thighs, and my pussy, until I was soaked in him.

  I panted, whimpering as he pulled back and growled. Lincoln wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked, pumping a few more spurts of cum against my pussy as I shivered in ecstasy.

  “Kenzie…”

  And then he kissed me — hard. He kissed me hard enough to make my toes curl and my whole body tremble. I could feel his still-hard cock pushing against me, and slowly, he nudged the thick head between my sticky pussy lips.

  “Fuck, Kenzie—”

  “Please—”

  Suddenly, headlights flooded the living room.

  “Oh fuck,” Lincoln hissed, his eyes darting up to meet mine. And suddenly, I realized what it was.

  Wilder.

  The two of us sprang part, lunging for clothes as Wilder’s Bentley roared up the driveway.

  “Kenzie—”

  “I have to go!” I jumped into him, kissing him fiercely and passionately, letting my tongue tease over his before I pulled away, grabbed my clothes and darted from the room, up the stairs, and into my bedroom, slamming the door behind me.

  I panted, sinking against the door and feeling my whole body trembling and throbbing with the heat of what’d just happened.

  I wasn’t sure why I’d run from the room so fast. I guess because I didn’t want Wilder to “catch” me like that, with Lincoln’s cum still hot on my skin and trickling between my legs. What’d just happened with Lincoln had been everything I wanted. But then, I also had these confusing feeling for Wilder — feelings that were just as intense and heated as the ones I had for Lincoln.

  I bit my lip, sitting there in my room feeling my heart still racing and trying to make sense of the whirlwind of feelings I had for two men…

  9

  Lincoln

  I had to tell him. It wasn’t even a fucking question. Wilder was my best friend, and we were closer than brothers. Lying to him, or not telling him about what’d happened with Kenzie was just off the fucking table.

  I felt like an asshole though. Not for what’d happened with her — that had been incredible. What had happened when Mackenzie and I had crashed together had been something that’d been brewing for months — an unstoppable force of nature that I knew then neither of us would’ve been able to stop anyways.

  I felt for her. Yes, there was the physical — the way her tight, untouched little body made my cock harder than it’d ever been. The way she moaned so fucking sweetly, or the way she gasped like she was coming when I spanked that little ass. Or the way pussy her tasted like candy and felt like heaven when I’d felt it coming against the underside of my cock.

  But it was more than that. It was a lot more than that. Something about her sparked something inside of me I’d never felt before. There’d been women in both our lives before — I mean, Wilder and I were both thirty-seven. But it’d never felt right. Nothing had “clicked” or made sense, and the few relationships both of us had had never really lasted.

  With Kenzie, I felt the “click,” and I felt it hard.

  It wasn’t just her age either — it wasn’t me fetishizing her being “barely legal,” though I wasn’t going to deny that the thought made my cock fucking hard as steel. She was much older than her years, in a way. Yes, she had the “brat” act down, but I knew “rough background” when I saw it, and I knew Wilder did too. Hell, we’d both come from that ourselves. Kenzie had a worldliness about her that she hid away, but I’d seen it in her eyes from time to time since she’d arrived.

  I’d definitely seen it when we’d crashed together.

  I wanted her. I lusted for her. But I was also head-over-damn-heels for her, in a way I’d never felt before. And that was why I found myself taking a breath outside Wilder’s office before knocking.

  “Yeah, come in.”

  I stepped inside, my body tense and my face hardened. Me wanting to tell Wilder was one thing. Him wanting to hear it was another thing. Because even if we’d never talked about it that openly, I knew how we both felt about her. I knew he had probably the same damn thoughts about her that I’d been having — that intoxicating and confusing mix of forbidden lust and feelings we’d never had before.

  I hadn’t stolen her from him — shit, it wasn’t like she was “his” to take. But I knew telling him might hurt him, and that felt like a knife in my gut to think about.

  “How was the city?”

  Wilder glanced up. He looked tense and worn out.

  “Eh, it was fine.”

  “The signing that rough?”

  He smiled grimly and shook his head. “Not the reason I’m all tensed up, man.” He cleared his throat, started to say something, but then just shook his head.

  “Speak,” I growled. “C’mon, talk to me man.”

  Wilder sighed. “Kenzie, man.”

  I tensed.

  “I…” He frowned and swore under his breath. “Fuck, I heard her last night, Linc. After what happened, after I spanked her, I walked by her room. She was…” He groaned, his jaw tight. “She was making herself come.”

  My cock throbbed at how fucking hot it’d be to hear Kenzie playing with that tight little pussy.

  “She made herself come and I fucking stood there and did the same listening to her. I’m over the fucking edge, Lincoln. I could barely concentrate today at those meetings because I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Then I goddamn called up the security cams for the house on my phone and watched that little tease laying out i
n that tiny little bikini by the pool.”

  I looked away.

  “I mean, fuck, dude, I fucking jerked off in the goddamn bathroom at the lawyers offices watching her. I’m fucking losing it.”

  He sighed heavily.

  “Wilder.”

  He glanced up, and his brow creased as he saw the look on my face.

  “What’s up?”

  “It’s about Kenzie.”

  He started to open his mouth, when suddenly, he saw it written all over my face, and he froze. We knew each other so well after the Marines and what we’d been through together, that I almost didn’t have to say it. But I was going to anyways, because he deserve to hear it.

  “Something happened today, while you were gone. Between her and me. Fuck, man, I didn’t plan it like that. And I know neither of us have said shit about it, but I know the way you look at her.”

  I grit my teeth, my hands tightening to fists as I shook my head.

  “Look, I’m gone tonight, alright? I’ll move out, I just—”

  “Did you fuck her?”

  Wilder’s voice was edged, his hands tight on the edge of his desk like he might flip the whole fucking thing.

  I shook my head.

  “She’s a virgin, isn’t she?”

  “Yeah,” I nodded. “And no, I didn’t go there. I—”

  “Tell me,” he growled fiercely, his eyes blazing.

  “She was trying to provoke me, walking around the house without a top on and giving me attitude. Then she cracked a beer and I snapped.” I swallowed, my cock throbbing at the memory. “I took her over my knee, and I spanked that little ass of hers. Things kind of went off the rails from there, man.”

  “And?”

  I met Wilder’s gaze. “Do you actually want to hear this or are you just saving it up to fucking murder me or something?”

  Wilder didn’t blink. “Just fucking tell me what happened,” he growled.

  “I put my hands on her. Felt her pussy, how fucking tight and wet she was. Like goddamn velvet. I took my cock out, I spread those legs, and I licked her pussy until she came for me.”