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  Maybe it doesn’t matter what it is at all, because either way, I’m not walking away from this. Not now, and not when I want more.

  The two rough men take my hands, and when they tug them down to their cocks, I whimper into Clay’s mouth as my small fingers curl around two thick cocks.

  My eyes go wide.

  I’ve felt them, but when I pull away from Clay and drop my gaze to really see them, something wicked pulses through me.

  Holy shit.

  The two mob kingpins are huge—thick, pulsing, and so big my fingers don’t even touch when I circle them around their girths. I moan, feeling the iron power under the hot, silky skin of them. And when I slowly stroke my hands up and down, both men groan in deep pleasure.

  It’s a rush. It’s like a heady drug high of knowing it’s me that has both these dominant men growling in pleasure, closing their eyes and grunting as I use my hands on them. I moan softly, hands stroking up and down as precum leaks from both of their swollen crowns and drips down my fingers.

  Both men slide their hands over my hips, jaws clenching and forearm muscles rippling as they pull me close. I gasp as Clay kisses me first, slow and deep, until my feet feel like they’re off the ground. Then it’s Eamon who takes me, his lips searing to mine as his cock jumps in my hand.

  He pulls back, nipping at my lip with his teeth before his mouth trails up my jawline to my ear.

  “On your knees, baby girl.”

  I moan, loudly. It’s so demanding, and so rough and crude, and yet it burns fiercely through me like forbidden fire.

  And slowly, I nod.

  “Good girl.”

  My heart races, my pulse thundering through my ears as I slowly sink to the floor in front of the both of them. My hands stroke their cocks as they move closer, until both of them are throbbing inches from my lips. I moan, pumping them both, my tongue wetting my lips as something naughty teases through my body.

  And slowly, I lean forward, and my soft lips slide over Eamon’s thick, pulsing cock.

  He hisses in pleasure, his jaw tight and his eyes fierce as he looks down at me. I hold his gaze, feeling the heat of that shared look burn through me as I slowly sink my lips down on his cock.

  “Fuck, baby girl,” he groans. He starts to unbutton his dress shirt, and I moan softly around his thick cock as I watch him peel it off his rock-hard chest and chiseled abs. Next to him, Clay does the same, flashing me tattoo ink and broad, muscled shoulders, followed by grooved abs as he sheds his shirt too. I pull away from Eamon, giving his swollen head a lick with my tongue before I turn, and bring my lips to Clay.

  I kiss his cock softly, my eyes dragging over his gorgeous body up to his eyes.

  “Open up, sweetness,” he purrs. “Open those lips and suck that big cock. Let me see how naughty you can be.”

  I moan, slurping wetly on him and sucking him into the back of my throat. My other hand stays on Eamon, jerking his fat cock as I suck on his friend. Both men grunt, hissing in pleasure, and when I feel both of their hands slide into my hair, a thrill sizzles through me.

  “Deeper,” Eamon grunts, gently pushing me down onto Clay. I moan in pleasure, opening my mouth as wide as I can go and taking Clay as deep as anything I’ve ever tried. I pull away gasping, spit dripping from his cock to my bottom lip as I turn and hungrily swallow Eamon’s thickness.

  Their hands move lower, shoving my dress down and making me gasp as the top slips down over my breasts. Bra-less, I moan as both men’s hands find my bare nipples, teasing them and cupping my breasts as the fire sizzles through me.

  I move my mouth from Eamon to Clay, sucking wetly at them, feeling their big cocks pulsing and throbbing with need in my hands and making me feel so damn slutty and dirty, but in such a powerful, thrilling way. I tongue their shafts, licking from tip to base, and then lower, sucking on Clay’s swollen balls before moving to do the same to Eamon. The two of them groan in pleasure, teasing my nipples and tangling hands in my hair, my pulse racing with the need to make them come.

  Until suddenly, they pull away, panting, their eyes wild.

  “C’mere angel,” Eamon groans, tugging me into him as his mouth crushes to mine.

  “I want to taste my prize.”

  I gasp as they tug my dress down, letting it and my panties at my knees drop to my feet before picking me up and setting me down on the edge of the poker table. They lay me back, stretching me out across the velvet surface, and I moan as the both of them shed the rest of their clothes and move between my legs.

  Both of them.

  Rough, powerful hands push my legs up and wide apart, bringing a blush to my face as I feel the both of them move closer. A hand teases over my pussy, fingers spreading my slick pink lips before suddenly, a tongue follows. I cry out, gasping as the tongue pushes deep, slowly teasing in and out of me before pulling away. Another man’s mouth replaces it, his tongue moving slower as he drags it up my slit until he bumps it over my clit. Pleasure explodes through me, and I moan wildly as he sucks the little nub between his lips.

  The first mouth kisses down my thigh, hands pushing my hips up and back and spreading all of me so open. I blush again, and when I feel that first tongue swirl over my asshole, my whole body shudders like it’s been struck my lightening.

  Oh fuck.

  And then, I’m lost. Two mouths lick me and tease me. Two mouths tongue my pussy and my ass, swirling over my clit to make me scream in pleasure as hands and fingers dance over my skin. I feel one of them move away, and Clay is climbing up onto the table. His bare, muscled, chiseled body ripples as he moves towards me, and when he crouches by my head, his fist stroking his cock, I moan, wanting him.

  “Greedy girl,” he growls, seeing the way I whimper and crane my neck towards him. He moves over me, straddling my head and facing my legs as he angles his cock down and eases it against my lips. I eagerly slurp him inside, humming around his fat cock as Eamon’s wicked tongue swirls over my clit, driving me wild. Clay’s hands move to my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples as he slowly pumps his hips, shallowly fucking my mouth.

  He grunts, pulling his cock away before lowering his heavy balls to my lips.

  “I want you to suck my balls, baby girl. Feel how swollen and full of cum they are for you. Make them even more full. Make them so full that it leaks out of my cock all over your pretty lips.”

  I moan as I let my tongue dance over him, my hands moving up to wrap around his cock. I stroke him slowly, relishing his masculine moans and crying out myself as Eamon drives me higher and higher with his mouth on my clit. I moan as I suck on and tongue Clay’s cum-filled balls, stroking his big cock as his muscles clench and his groans fill my ears.

  Eamon moves faster, tonguing me harder as I squeal in pleasure. His lips suck my clit between them, his tongue dancing around the aching bud as he eases his fingers into me. He strokes two in and out, letting a third dip lower to just barely tease my ass. I gasp, whimpering as I stroke and suck on Clay, until the room is filled with his moans and mine.

  Eamon’s tongue swirls over my clit, pushing me higher and higher until I know I’m going to explode all over again. His fingers curl deep inside, his groans rumble through me, and when I hear Clay growl and feel his cock swell even thicker in my hands, I lose my ability to hang on.

  I cry out as the orgasm breaks over me, shattering through me as my entire body shivers in ecstasy. My hands pump at Clay’s swollen cock as I hear him grunt, my mouth hungrily sucking on his heavy balls, until suddenly, he roars with pleasure.

  His big cock throbs in my hands, his balls twitch against my tongue, and suddenly, he follows me over the edge. I cry out as I feel the hot jets of his cum land in sticky white ropes across my skin, splattering my breasts and my tummy, dripping down my nipples. I just keep stroking and feeling rope after rope of cum pump from him and land on my body, coating me in his sticky seed, making my whole body glisten with him.

  Clay moves away, instantly turning around and crushing his lips
to mine, kissing me hungrily. And I’m lost in that kiss and in the aftershocks of my orgasm when I feel Eamon move between my legs and spread them wide. I moan into Clay’s mouth as I feel that thick, fat, swollen crown of Eamon’s big cock tease against my soft, slick, eager lips. Clay pulls away, and I glance down, blushing fiercely at the site of his cum absolutely covering me and glistening in the low lights.

  Eamon teases his head up and down my slit, stroking his precum over my lips before he begins to ease inside, making me gasp in pleasure.

  “Keep these legs nice and wide for me, baby girl,” he groans. “Keep them wide and let me claim this little pussy. Just like that, sweetness. Let me feel that sweet little cunt open for my big cock.”

  His eyes meet mine, and I gasp as I feel Clay pull my arms above my head and pin them there, taking away my control and sending forbidden heat exploding through me.

  “My turn,” Eamon purrs, his eyes locked on mine. “My turn to claim our prize.”

  6

  Eamon

  The feeling of easing my cock into her gorgeous, perfect, tight little cunt is unlike anything I’ve ever felt in my life. I groan, my breath catching at the slick, velvety feel of her pussy swallowing up my big cock. She stretches open around me, her pretty pink lips opening like petals for my thickness.

  I sink in, and it’s like sliding my cock into pure silken heaven.

  Fuck is she tight. Impossibly so. She’s so fucking tight part of me wonders for a second if she’s even done this before—if by some chance I’m her first. I know that can’t be true by the way she moves, and the way she moans—the way she knows what she wants. But it does mean that there’s no way she’s ever had a man like me or Clay.

  I glance down at the obscene way her little pussy opens up for my fat cock, looking so fucking perfect and tight around my swollen head, and I grin.

  Oh, she’s definitely never had a man like either of us. But she’s about to get every fucking bit of both of us.

  My eyes slide over her body, up over her belly and her breasts, glistening with white cum. And fuck is that hot, seeing her covered in my best friend’s cum. It’s beauty and slut somehow perfectly blended together. It’s sexy and filthy, and the sight of her so eager and ready for me with another man’s cum dripping down the slopes of her breasts and pooling on her tummy as it caves with her breath has my blood roaring like fire through my veins.

  I push my cock into her slowly, letting her get used to the size of me. Her breath catches, little moans dripping from her lips—swollen from our kisses and our cocks. That wild red hair of hers fans out around her face like fire, when I ease into her soft, slick, goddamn perfect little pussy, her green eyes roll back into her head as a cry of pleasure tumbles from her mouth.

  “Moan for me, baby girl,” I growl, driving another inch into her. “Moan for that big cock like a good little bad girl. Moan for me like a good little cum-hungry bad girl.”

  I thrust into her, driving every single inch of my cock deep in her tight little cunt, and Phoebe screams in pleasure. Her body writhes, back arching and breasts thrust high as she gasps and moans. I grunt, sliding out and then driving right back in, hard. Her lithe body ripples with the force of me claiming her, and the slick wet sounds of my thickness thrusting into her fills the room along with both of our cries of pleasure.

  My hands slide to her hips, and my fingers sink into her skin as I grip her tight, fucking into her with everything I have. I’m going to leave bruises, but good. Let her be marked by me. Let every man who sees the way she walks a little bow-legged tomorrow know that a real man has had her and shown her what she’s been without. Let them know that she’s been claimed.

  By both of us.

  I roar, my cock sliding in and out of her tight, slick little pussy as Phoebe goes wild under me. She writhes and moans, rocking her hips up to meet my thrusts as she pants my name. I my eyes drag over her, up to Clay who’s still kneeling on the table, still pinning her hands with one hand while he strokes his fully hard cock, watching this perfect angel get the fucking of her young life.

  My balls swell, tingling and filling with cum, and every part of me wants to just empty inside of her. I want to fill her with so much of my cum that she feels me and my claim on her leaking out of her tomorrow.

  “You’re gonna make me cum, sweetness,” I hiss, muscles burning and balls aching for release. Our hips crash together, and she cries out, her hands slipping from Clay’s grasp to slide up my arms, her nails raking down my biceps.

  “Oh God…”

  Phoebe whimpers heatedly as I lean over her, my hand cupping her jaw as I kiss her fiercely. She moans softly into my lips, her tongue seeking mine as her legs wrap around my waist. My abs clench and ripple, my hips rolling into her over and over as my thick, swollen cock drives balls-deep into her sweet little cunt, until I know there’s no going back.

  “Eamon,” she moans softly. “I’m—oh fuck.”

  “Come,” I hiss into her ear, pinning her arms over her head as I plunge into her, fucking her into the goddamn table as raw heat explodes through me.

  “Make that pretty pussy come for me, sweetness. Because I’m about to fill it with all of my cum. I’m going to make that pretty pussy messy with my cum. And when I’m done?” I snarl, kissing her fiercely as she starts to come apart.

  “When I’m done, it’s going to be his turn. His turn to fuck this sweet little cunt. His turn to make you come all over again like a dirty little girl. And his turn to give you more cum, until you’re filled up with both of us.”

  I thrust into her, my hips pounding against her thighs as her legs lock tight around my hips. Her chest heaves, nipples dragging over my chest as I hold her arms fast above her head and fuck her, until suddenly, we’re right at the edge.

  I drive in balls deep, feeling her clit grinding against the base of me. And when I suck her tongue into my mouth and grind my cock nice and deep, she explodes for me.

  Phoebe cries out, her back arching off the table against me and she screams in pleasure. And the feel of her soft little cunt gripping down on my throbbing shaft, and the feel of her slick honey dripping down my balls is the last I can take.

  And I come, hard.

  I roar, rutting balls-deep in her and just letting go. She moans, rocking against me as my balls begin to pump rope after thick, sticky rope of hot cum deep against her womb. My cock lurches deep inside, pumping again and again as I swallow her cries with my lips on hers, until slowly, we come gasping to a stop.

  “What the fuck…” Phoebe moans quietly, panting for air as I pull away from her. I grin, my eyes locking with her emerald gems. And goddamn if that satisfied, well-fucked smile on her face isn’t the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.

  And I could stay right here forever, and just keep fucking her. But then, she’s not just mine. She’s both of ours, and I’m going to make sure she knows that.

  Slowly, I pull away from her lips, easing back with my cock still inside of her. I groan as I steady my breath and nod at my best friend.

  “Your turn,” I groan.

  I lean over Phoebe and kiss her once more before I pull away. Clay climbs off the table, his throbbing cock in his hand as he moves towards where I’m standing. I ease out of her, groaning at the sight of my white cum trickling out of her freshly-fucked little pussy.

  God damn is that fucking hot.

  I move away, nodding at Clay as he takes my place. My best friend moves between her legs, spreading them wide with his hips as he strokes his cock and eases against her. He groans, dragging the throbbing, swollen head of his fat cock through her lips before he eases in. Phoebe gasps, whimpering as his hand rests on her mound, his thumb brushing her clit as he starts to shallowly fuck her.

  I climb up onto the table, my cock rapidly hardening all over again as I watch Clay start to ease deeper into her. I lean over Phoebe, kissing her deeply, and when I feel her breath catch and the moan rumble through my mouth, I know Clay’s began to fuck her dee
per. He thrusts into her, making her squeal into my mouth as her whole body jolts with the power of him driving in, and I grin.

  “Fuck, baby girl,” I growl, pulling back and stroking my cock as I watch her start to moan as Clay begins to truly fuck her. His muscles ripple, his jaw clenching as he grips her ass with one hand, his other staying resting above her pussy with his thumb toying with her clit. He growls as he thrusts into her, throwing his head back as she moans wildly for him.

  “You like that big cock fucking your pussy after I already filled it with my cum, don’t you, baby girl?” I groan, fisting my cock and watching the pleasure ripple over her face.

  “You like feeling like a dirty girl, taking two men at once like this. Letting one fuck your tight little pussy when it’s all messy with another man’s cum.”

  She moans at my words, and at the way Clay grunts and starts to fuck her harder and deeper, and my cock lurches. I move closer, my hand sliding into her hair and tangling there as she turns towards me and eagerly opens her mouth.

  “Suck my cock, baby girl. I want you to taste my cum and yours while he makes you come all over again.”

  She sucks me inside, her lips tight around my shaft and her soft little tongue swirling over my crown.

  Fucking hell is she amazing.

  She’s something special, and I don’t just mean the sex is fucking amazing, though it is. It’s more than that. It’s the way she just sort of connects with both of us. The way kissing her feels like coming home. The way looking into those big green eyes feels like a dream I never want to wake up from.

  Clay and I have shared women before, but nothing like this. Not even fucking close. Nothing that felt so real. Nothing where the thought of not being with her made me angry. Because this isn’t just some fun fling—this isn’t just us showing some pretty thing a good time before we take off.

  Not a fucking chance.

  When I say we’re claiming her as our own, I don’t mean temporarily. I don’t mean it as an off-hand thing to say.