Just Two Much, page 9
But I needed to get stretched out for the coming work-out and I ground against their faces, urging them to do more. Reading my mind, Caleb pushed two fingers into my vag hard.
“Unnf!” I squealed, not caring if anyone heard. Hey, I’m sure I’m not the only bride who’s been claimed in the dressing room before.
But two fingers weren’t enough.
“More,” I panted, commanding my brothers.
“Okay little girl, get ready,” said Caleb. Twisting his wrist, he began forcing his entire hand up my twat. It was fucking obscene to see. My pink lips were stretched so thin that they were like rubber bands around his wrist, but goddamn, it felt good.
I moaned deliriously, tossing my hair back, arching my back with my breasts held up to the sky. Tantalizingly, I rubbed my nipples as my pussy was fisted, one man with his hand buried in my twat, the other furiously flicking my clit.
But the time had come.
“I need it, brothers,” I panted. “Now, please.”
My steps obliged. Caleb removed his hand and got down on the floor, lying on his back. Gesturing to me, he beckoned me closer so that I straddled him reverse cowgirl. And god, it felt so good to feel that big dick slip inside. Oh yeah, I was stretched because the fisting had done its job, and I slid down his veiny shaft like a fireman on a firepole slicked with grease. It had never felt so good before.
I tilted backwards, so that I lay face up on Caleb’s chest and teasingly raised my legs, slim and lithe in the stockings and heels.
“Caden, come and get it,” I cooed.
My soon to be husband stepped forward eagerly. Positioning himself between my legs, he pointed his dick at my hole, which was plugged tight with his brother’s dick. But he wasn’t deterred at all.
“Brother, hold on,” he grunted. Taking his cock in hand, he pushed down on Caleb’s member, forcing the other cock lower so that the tiniest space opened at the top of my vag. With an insistent thrust, he pushed his shaft into that space and then, I was doing it. I was taking two dicks at once, and I loved every second of it.
Chills ran up my spine, my body dissolving into a holster for these gorgeous men that I loved.
“Do me,” I murmured hazily, writhing on Caleb’s body. “Make me your woman.”
“Oh little girl, we will and we have,” said Cade. The two dicks in me began to pulse, pushing in and out, rubbing against each other, my brother’s ball sacks bouncing up and down, hitting each other in an eternal rhythm.
“Fuck me, fuck me,” I chanted. “Use my body, make me yours.”
And I was taken to Heaven and back, the two cocks exploding in me at once, virile sperm from both men coating my chamber, spraying my ovaries with multiple streams of viscous white. Simultaneously, I peaked as well. My little puss contracted, milking the two dongs while squeezing every drop from them, demanding that they give up their man juice.
It was magnificent and everything that I’d hoped it be. As we calmed, our breathing growing even once again, I heard a light tapping on the door.
“Ms. Walsh,” said the manager’s voice sternly. “We can’t have you doing that in here. This is a reputable bridal salon and the dressing rooms are for trying on gowns only. Otherwise, I’m going to call the police and there’s going to be a big scandal.”
Scandal? My brothers and I looked at each other and laughed. We’d already been to hell and back, and scandal was the least of our worries now.
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The End
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Sneak Peek: Just One Inch
Jake
Jake is a billionaire and also my sister’s fiancé. How do we make this work? It’s the second book in The Manning Brothers series!
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I glanced around at the raging party in my apartment. It was cool. I’m a thirty-five year-old tech entrepreneur, and worth more than you can possibly imagine. You know that thing called a “unicorn,” a start-up hypothetically valued at over a billion dollars? Yeah, that’s what Manning Pharmaceuticals was … until today. My baby went public this morning and now I’m officially a billionaire. One. Billion. Fucking. Dollars. Not a start-up mogul whose wealth is based on some wild and crazy VC estimate, but the real fucking thing.
It wasn’t easy. I worked like a dog to get where I am today. Sleeping at the office, showering at the office, flaking on all other commitments until I got what I wanted. It was painful, but it doesn’t mean it wasn’t fun. My brothers and I had a ball, and besides girls love the flowing testosterone. Like bloodhounds they’re able to sniff out prey from a mile away, and my brothers and I are easy targets. We walk, talk, and bleed our work, and it doesn’t help that we’re handsome motherfuckers, with the characteristic Manning dark hair and blue eyes.
Because Manning Pharma is a family biz. Sure, I’m the CEO, but my brother Matt runs the marketing side, Caleb is the technical whiz, and Cade is the finance guru. Our strategy was to maintain one hundred percent ownership, never ceding control to outsiders.
And lo and behold, our little experiment worked. We’re now extraordinarily wealthy men, the kind who have all sorts of toys, gadgets, whatever money can buy. In fact, I’m thinking of purchasing a G5 soon. Why not? I travel frequently, and it’s always nicer to fly on your own private jet.
But first things first. The past month was a fucking whirlwind of meetings with bankers, lawyers, even those pricks at the SEC. Fuckers all wanted a piece of Manning but that shit’s over for now and it’s time to party. I’d invited some friends to my place to chill, and could see that they’d invited a bunch of randoms. Now my pad was packed with gyrating partiers, some a little drunk off their asses.
I could see a group of super-hot girls shimmying in the living room, a particular blonde glancing my way now and then, giving me that come-hither glance. Hmm, not bad. She was lean and leggy, with good rhythm and a certain sluttiness that always comes through. But my eye was caught by a brunette in the corner, her back turned to me, a juicy derriere pointed my way. She looked decent, like an honest female, so much so that I was almost tempted to leave her alone.
I said almost. But not quite.
I strode over, aware that multiple female eyes trailed me. No worries. It’s not that often you meet a newly-minted billionaire.
The brunette didn’t even sense me coming, she was so engrossed in conversation with a friend. I took the opportunity to look at her close-up. Yeah, exactly my type. Curvy, with a big ass and a juicy rack too, just the way I liked it. I could see that her skin was a creamy milk-color, the kind that begs to be devoured. Her hair was a glossy brown, curly and tucked behind her ears. Too bad she was wearing some shapeless thing, a big plaid lumberjack shirt that almost went down to her knees.
She was murmuring something in a low voice to her friend, but the friend had since stopped paying attention and was looking at me with shock.
“Um, Tina …,” was all the friend could manage. Tina, huh? Well, Tina finally noticed my shadow and spun around to see who’d barged in.
Obviously, she had no idea who I was.
“Can I help you?” she asked frostily. I noticed her eyes were a warm, caramel brown, belying the cool tone of her voice.
“Hey,” I said with a knowing smile. I knew what would happen next. Girls can’t resist the Manning charm and I expected the same from her too, the same coy “I want you but I don’t” act.
But the brunette was steadfastly stubborn. “Is that a reply?” she said archly, one eyebrow raised quizzically. “Because if it was, I’m not sure there was a question.”
Smart and sassy, huh? I loved her voice. The low tones were soothing to my ears, like a relaxing glass of wine amid the raucous din. I could feel the headache I’d developed melting away just from the sultry melody and the urge to pull her into my arms asap grew even stronger. But obviously, this wasn’t going to be an easy lay. I was going to have to charm her, really lay it on thick.
“Let’s get out of here, yeah?” I drawled. I heard a gasp, but it wasn’t from Tina. It was the friend, who unceremoniously shoved the brunette into my arms, those lush curves tumbling against me as she tripped and fell. The heat between our bodies was electric, the shock immediate. My dick lost its mind and punched out against my fly, painfully reminding me that I hadn’t been laid in months.
I took the opportunity to sweep the brunette up in my arms, shouldering aside guests as I made my way to the terrace. Once outside, the snap of the San Francisco breeze bit us, almost painfully cold, so I turned her to stand in my lee, shielding the warm, curvy body from the worst of the elements.
“Let me down!” she sputtered, not too gracefully, indignantly glaring up at me. Laughing, I did as she asked, letting her feel my masculine hardness as she slid against my body. As soon as her toes touched land, she backed away from me, but only a step, bumping into the balcony with her butt.
“Careful sweetheart,” I murmured, drawing her close again. “It’s a long ways down from the penthouse.”
She spun around to gaze off the terrace and shuddered, reflexively stepping back into my embrace. Hey, a thousand feet is a lot, and when there’s a strong San Francisco wind blowing at your back, I can see why you’d cling to the closest living thing that appears sturdy and warm.
“Get me out of here,” she whispered, trembling. So the little girl was afraid of heights, yeah? Perfect way to press my advantage.
“Before we go …” I said, my voice trailing off as I swooped in for a kiss. More like a mind-blowing assault on the brunette’s lips. Her pout was pink and perfect, like a rosebud waiting to blossom, and I couldn’t help but unwind and unleash. My tongue traced her lips before thrusting roughly into that sweet cavern, her startled reaction instinctive but quickly subdued as she melted in my arms. It was sweet, sensual … and about to get nasty if I had my way.
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Sneak Peek: My Friend’s Dirty Uncle
Dani
Hunter’s my friend’s uncle. He’s older, hardened and dangerously off-limits.
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As I stepped off the bus and looked out to the shoreline, I couldn’t believe my luck. Readjusting my bag, my eyes took in the horizon above a sandy beach. All that appeared was a pure blue sky filled with the endless possibilities of summer.
I couldn’t contain my joy.
“Dani!” a voice called.
I turned to the left, shielding my eyes. A girl with sleek blonde hair and a designer purse waved her hands wildly at me, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“Justine!” I called back as I ran over to her. She flung her arms out as we literally crashed into each other, panting and laughing.
“I can’t believe you’re finally here!” Justine giggled. She pushed a smooth lock of hair off her forehead. “Are you ready for the best summer of your life?” There was a wicked grin on her face.
I smiled back at her. “It’s what I’ve been looking forward to all year.”
Justine looked around. “Is this all you brought?” she asked with a frown, pointing at the only bag on the sidewalk.
I looked down at my fairly large duffle and back at her. Putting my hands on my hips, I cocked my head.
“Why? Should I have brought more?”
“It’s fine,” Justine replied before giggling. “We can go shopping then, it’ll be fun,” she added with a meaningful look before looping her arm with mine. “How is your mom by the way? I still can’t believe she let you come. We’ve been working on her for so long that I thought it would never happen.”
I sighed. “She’s fine. I think Susan’s more okay with me coming now that I’m finally eighteen. She knows it’s my last summer of freedom. Who better to spend it with than my cousins?”
Justine smiled and squeezed my arm. She looked so different and yet so much like I remembered her. Justine is my cousin – her mother is my mom’s sister. We’re the same age and we were pretty close when we were younger. In fact, up until I was seven, we lived right next door to each other.
But everything changed after my dad got sick. He’d been a renowned chef with people coming from all over to eat his food. But after he passed away, there was a mountain of debt left over that my mother couldn’t recover from. It was a terrible time for our family, going from relative comfort to sudden emotional and financial devastation.
So my mom did what she had to do. She sold the house and most of our possessions, and moved us to Northern California where she took a job as a secretary for a small insurance office. Susan didn’t make much, but it was enough for us to get by. We were a little lonely, but it was better than staying in a town filled with memories of my dad.
Despite the distance, Justine and I never lost touch. We’d write letters as little girls, which turned into emails when we got older. A few years ago, I successfully convinced my mother I needed a cell phone, and immediately, I started texting with Justine. Last summer we’d developed this plan. We would spend the summer together. All we had to do was convince our parents.
Justine’s parents were no problem. Aunt Melanie and Uncle Craig always talked about me coming to visit – it was my mother who proved a challenge because things changed after Dad died. Mom was worried that if I spent time with Justine, I’d come away different somehow. After all, Justine’s family still had all of their money, and well, we didn’t.
In the end, I never knew if Mom agreed to let me go because she thought it was a good idea or because I wouldn’t shut up about it. But I’m here now, and grateful for the chance to get away from my small town.
As we neared Justine’s car, my jaw dropped to the ground.
“This is yours?” I gasped, staring at sleek black vehicle which looked brand spanking new. I couldn’t tell the model, but I knew it had to be pricey. It just oozed money from the flashy chrome bumpers to the leather interior that gleamed.
Justine stared at the car and shrugged. “Dad gave it to me for graduation. Now get in, we don’t have any time to waste.”
As I slowly got into the vehicle, all I could think about was how unprepared I was for this summer.
Driving down the highway to her house, I looked over at Justine. Her short blonde hair was messy in that tousled, sexy way, and large sunglasses hid sky-blue eyes from my view. She was so different from the young girl I remembered, but then again, I was different from the young girl I used to be, too. Justine was definitely more upmarket from the sparkling diamonds on her wrists to the designer clothes hugging her body.
I, by contrast, was dressed modestly in a plain blue sweater and an beat-up pair of jeans. But I didn’t mind. I’ve never been into fashion, and finding clothes that fit my curvy body has always been a challenge.
Breathing in deep, I stared at the landscape flying by.
“Where are we going? I didn’t think your house was far away from the bus stop,” I mused. Salty air from the ocean made my hair an unruly mess and I frowned in the side mirror. Next to Justine, I looked like a chubby teen with unsexy plain brown hair.
“I’m driving to our house, where else?”
“But is this the way?” I asked, baffled. Somewhere in my head, I had a faint memory of winding roads and modest homes – not huge mansions with towering hedges.
Justine laughed.
“We moved a couple years back, silly. My dad wanted a gated community, so he and my mom picked this new house. It’ll be fun!” she giggled. “You’ll have your own room, even though we’ll share a bathroom.”
I nodded, looking at the passing neighborhood with wide eyes because it was really fancy. But then again, what did I expect? Justine’s father was a businessman. He was successful when I was younger, and his fortune had only grown with time. Sometimes my mom would talk to my Aunt Melanie, and from what little I had overheard, I knew that they were very well-off.
Sometimes I wondered if Aunt Melanie had offered Mom any money after my dad died. Mom would never have taken it though, and I couldn’t blame her. Susan was determined to make it on her own after my dad passed, and I respected her for that. Come to think of it, I’m a lot like that myself, and hoped feverishly that Justine wasn’t going to want to do things that were crazy expensive.
We turned off the road into a small street with another gate. My cousin clicked a button and the gate opened. She pulled through, and then entered what appeared to be a very exclusive lane. Each house was bigger than the next and all I could do was marvel at their incredible sizes. We passed a few with large ornate fountains in front, not to mention the luxury cars parked out front. I had never seen so many gorgeous homes before and I gaped because it was like something from a magazine. We took a few twists and turns until finally, Justine pulled into a large driveway.
“Finally home,” she chirped, killing the engine and unbuckling her seat belt. I stared at the home in front of me.
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. This wasn’t just a house, it was a manor with at least three stories and large white pillars in front. It looked like something you would see in a movie. Justine started to walk up the front steps before she realized I wasn’t behind her. She turned around and looked at me.
“Coming, silly?”
I nodded my head, grabbing my duffle and dutifully walking up the steps. Justine led me into a huge entryway. I looked up and saw a golden chandelier that was dripping with diamonds. In the reflection of the marble floor, my bewildered expression stared back at me. In front was a long golden staircase that traveled up to the second floor, seemingly to another open area with large couches. The foyer alone was bigger than our humble kitchen and living room combined back home.
