Foster pulled back, and I moaned as he and Gareth started to sink in and out of me in unison, filling me again and again. Gareth reached up to tease my nipples as Foster’s hands grabbed my hips. The two of them started to move deeper, fucking me with deep, demanding strokes and making my body quiver and melt for them. Gareth grunted as he began to pick up his pace, rocking up into me and grinding against my clit with animalistic wildness.
“You love being a dirty little girl for all three of us, don’t you, Cassandra?”
I shivered at Foster’s lips against my ear, his wicked words only making me hotter and making my body writhe more for them.
“You love being our good little slut, letting three dirty, dangerous outlaws fill you up with every inch of our big cocks, don’t you?”
I whimpered around Zane’s cock, nodding eagerly as I felt myself start to fall over the edge.
“Answer me,” he growled, his hands tightening on my hips as he buried his cock deep in my ass.
“Yes!” I cried out, pulling my lips from Zane. “Yes, I love it! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!”
I gasped as my words seemed to spur Foster and Gareth into high gear. Both of the huge, muscled men started to fuck me — hard. My moans dripped from my lips as I they rocked into me again and again and again, before suddenly, I could feel myself start to explode.
“Now be a good girl and come for us.”
Those words in my ear were the last I could take, and with a scream, I came. I could feel Foster groan as his cock suddenly throbbed deep in my ass. His hot cum filled me as I went limp against them, my eyes squeezed shut and my mouth open in another scream as the feeling of the two of them filling me over and over again sent me crashing over the edge.
“Switch.”
I gasped as the men suddenly pulled out of of me and rolled me over. Foster moved to one side, his chest heaving and his eyes glued to me — hooded in lust — as he watched his two friends move to either side of me. I whimpered as I felt Zane move between my legs, pushing my knees up and apart as he pushed his cock against my dripping wet lips and sank inside. Gareth moved next to my head on his knees, stroking his cock as I licked my lips and reached for him. I sucked him deep inside, my tongue swirling over him. I could taste my pussy on him, and the dirtiness of it all had me moaning for more as I slurped at him eagerly.
Zane’s cock began to pound me, his balls slapping against my ass as he fucked me. He threw my legs over his shoulders, crouching over me and fucking me hard and deep. I’d just come, but I could already feel the second one rushing up to take me under.
Gareth’s eyes burned hungrily into mine, holding my gaze as I bobbed my lips up and down his cock. I could feel Foster move next to me on the other side, his one hand skimming over my belly and his fingers finding my clit as he stroked his cock with the other. His thumb rolled over my clit again and again as his friend fucked me with deep, powerful strokes, all while I moaned like a woman possessed around Gareth’s thick cock.
I thought of that first night with them. And the second. I thought of being taken, and the hell I’d found myself in. I thought of the journey the three of us had gone through together, the nightmare we’d had to endure and save each other from to arrive right here.
I’d have never made it out of that place without these men. And I didn’t just mean the physical act of them pulling me out of there, I meant the deeper part. I meant the part where I’d connected with them on a much deeper level.
But there, on that hill, with the three of us connecting in so many ways and just letting ourselves be one with each other, I knew I wasn’t scared of it anymore.
I wasn’t scared to admit I loved them.
Just to say it out loud.
Foster leaned in close to my ear, biting my skin and pushing me so close to that edge. “Fuck do you look beautiful right now,” he groaned as he stroked his cock, his fingers still on my clit. “You look so fucking beautiful, and I can’t imagine not being with you right now. I can’t imagine ever being without you, actually.”
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, all my emotions and the physical rush of the three of them swirling together in one focused moment.
“I love you, Cassandra,” he suddenly murmured into my ear.
“I love you too, Cass,” Zane whispered as he moved lower over me, my legs still over his shoulders. “God do I fucking love you.”
“We all love you,” Gareth groaned, stroking my hair.
“You don’t have to say shit back,” Foster groaned, still stroking himself as he met my eye. “You don’t have to say a thing back, but you need to know that. We fuckin’ love you, and all three of us are yours.”
It was like the whole world went still, frozen on it’s axis as we all went still.
“I— I love you too.”
I said it quietly, realizing as the words left my lips how deeply I meant them.
Foster shook his head. “Seriously, don’t think you have to say anything back—”
“Shut up.” I grinned up at him, his hard look suddenly cracking into a smile. “Shut up because I love you. I love all of you. And I don’t know what the hell that means, or if you guys are all going to get jealous of each other and this whole thing is going to end up a big mess, but that’s it.” I glanced around at the three of them, each in turn. “I love you, and that’s all I know. That’s all I have to know, for now.”
Foster kissed me first, claiming my lips hard before Gareth leaned in and pulled me away to do the same. Foster kissed me last, taking his time before sitting back.
“Now please make me yours,” I whispered.
Zane’s eyes roared with a fire as he grabbed my ass and rocked his cock deep into me. I moaned, eagerly reaching for both Foster and pulling Gareth into my mouth. It was like a switch had been thrown, and the three of us suddenly went into overdrive. Zane growled like an animal as he fucked me hard and deep, his hands grabbing my ass as he buried himself balls deep again and again. My tongue swirled over Gareth as my hand pumped Foster, and the sound of three masculine moans oozing over me as my body slowly went to pieces was all it took.
I went off like a bomb, the orgasm tearing through me like a hurricane. Foster bellowed as he came, sliding in deep and filling my pussy with every drop of his cum. I felt Foster tense, his big cock swelling in my hand before he grunted, his cum splashing hot across my skin. Gareth’s jaw went tight, and he tossed his head back and gasped as he filled my mouth with warm, salty cum.
I was shaking as they pulled me into them, gasping for air as all three of my men surrounded me with strong arms, light touches, feathered kisses, and whispered words of love.
The sun went down, the moon came up, and we didn’t move an inch. Just me and my three outlaws, laying under the stars and knowing that what we had something unlike anything else. People were going to talk, and we were going to all have to learn what this meant together — what three men all loving one woman equally as hard meant, one day at a time.
But I knew, and I knew they knew, that it was worth it.
Epilogue
The medals hang together on the plaque we’d hung them on four years earlier, on a shelf in the office downstairs. Not on the mantle, not proudly displayed on the living room, or by the front door.
They’re there, but they’re private — exactly where my three men wanted them.
They’d been given by no less than the deputy director of the FBI, a week after we’d landed the Sheik’s private jet at Norfolk International Airport, in Virginia, for “courage and bravery in the service of defending the laws of their country.”
Foster, Zane, and Gareth — outlaws their whole lives who wanted nothing to do with the “laws of their country” wanted to throw them away. They swore up and down, almost refusing to even attend the ceremony until I begged them to do it for me and for making a good first impression for my mom. That they agreed to.
But to them, acting the way they had back at Mitch’s warehouse hadn’t been about
“defending laws” of any kind. They’d acted because of their hearts.
They’d acted because of me.
I like to remind them that they also saved Vivian, and Desmond, and Justin, not to mention the four other girls they’d found back at Mitch’s place when the FBI raided the place. But they always shrug off my reminders, mumbling and trying to act tough like they’d just done it for me, which is sweet, but I know it’s not all of it.
They’d seen wrong being done to those who couldn’t fight back, and they made the decision to step up and fight against that wrong.
…As if it was even possible for me to love them any more.
In the end, we compromised about the medals. We didn’t throw them away, we just didn’t shove them in people’s faces. Eventually, I think they all came to look at them as a different sort of reminder. They weren’t about “being heroes” or “defending the laws of their country.”
They were a reminder of the strange place where we all fell in love.
What we have isn’t normal; I get that. I also don’t care. Family is who you share a heart with in this world, and that’s exactly what we were — a family.
Gareth’s sister Elizabeth, and Zane’s little boy Cody live with us now. I’d say Foster’s grandfather lives with us too, but he only visits. The man is as stubborn as his grandson, and refuses to leave his ranch. When the madness of that day happened and we broke free of Mitch, the people Foster, Gareth, and Zane knew got to Elizabeth and Cody before Mitch’s guys could get to them. No one got to Foster’s grandfather, Eli, but no one had to.
The man dropped all four of the guys Mitch sent to kill him with a double-barrel shotgun, a hunting knife, and a cast-iron skillet.
And when I say “us,” I mean me, my men, and our two kids. Well, three in a few more weeks. Yeah, it’s a crazy sort of family, but it’s what we love, plus it’s not like we don’t have the room or the means.
In their post-heroes-medals life, my guys ended up starting up their own private securities firm, and business is booming.
It’s crazy, and nothing about it is normal, but it works, and it’s what we love. And honestly?
That’s all that matters in this world.
Love, family, and never letting the bad guys win.
…Well, that and an amazing sex life with the three hunky men I call my soulmates.
So, I’ll amend that. What matters in this world is family, never letting the bad guys win, three men to treat you like a queen, and love.
Works for me.
The End.
Also by Madison Faye
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She’s supposed to be untouchable. But I’ve had a taste of the forbidden fruit, and now I just want more...
She’s the girl from my freshman lecture - my perfect, straight-A pupil and the one I shouldn’t even be looking at much less having these kind of thoughts about. No woman has ever made me feel this way, like I’m going out of my mind with raw need for her. I know the rules, and I know she’s half my age, but I don’t give a f*ck.
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1
Liam
I’m a bad man.
Well, no, I’m a good man, but I’m about to do something bad. Because I’m staring down at this perfect little picture of innocence and temptation sprawled out beneath me, and I know I’m never going to be able to resist her.
She’s perfect; strawberry blonde hair cascading around her angelic face with those deep blue eyes looking up at me. Her cheeks flushed pink; pink like the soft pink nipples peaking her heavenly tits. Fuck me, I could bury my face for days in the soft, creamy skin of those breasts and the way they defy fucking gravity sitting so high and perky on her chest despite being so big.
And she’s so fucking wet for me that I can see it glistening in the low light of her dorm room. I can see how ready and willing that tight little pussy is, ready for me as I hover above her about to plunge my cock balls deep into that impossibly tight channel.
Jesus, her dorm room.
Yeah, this girl is perfect, but she’s also so fucking wrong. She’s legal, but she’s a student; my student for God’s sake. She’s my perfect, straight-A student that sits front and center in my freshman English literature class at Hardham College. The one I lose my damn words over when I get sucked into watching her. The one I lose my p
lace in my readings over when I watch her chewing on the end of her pen, her eyes lost in the book in front of her. Or when she crosses and uncrosses her legs. She’s not trying to be sexy, but that’s exactly what gets me hard as a fucking rock for her.
I doubt the University would be happy to know about my lusting over a student, but I know they’d be more than pissed if they could see me now, with the head of my cock brushing against her silken, pouty pussy.
Her fingernails drag up my back, her hips undulating as if begging me with her body to plunge into her. I’m all too willing to oblige.
She whimpers when I enter her, sliding my thick tool deep inside of her and practically choking on my breath at how impossibly tight and wet she is.
Of course she is, she’s only done this once before.
Once before, with me, when I popped her cherry and took her innocence. When I had her writhing on my cock, bucking against me and coming like a damn train going off the rails. When she begged me to fill her, and when I finally let go and pumped every drop of cum deep inside her young, unprotected pussy.
It’s barely been twenty-four hours since, but I can’t even believe I’ve lasted this long without another taste. That honey between her legs is like my Goddamn drug, and I know I’m hopelessly addicted to it.
She rocks her hips up off the bed, moaning as the extra leverage grinds my cock even deeper inside of her; so deep that there’s no way I could possible fill her small body any further. It’s almost obscene the way her pink pussy lips stretch around my thick shaft, or how small and delicate she looks under my much older, muscled body.