Double Daddies

  My shirt dropped to the ground, and I whimpered as they did the same to their own, shrugging them off and letting me feast on hard chests, firm biceps, and chiseled abs.

  How had I gotten this again?

  They moved back into me, Roman at my front and Colt at my back. Hands slipped my bra off, and found the button to my jeans. They pushed them down my legs to my knees, my panties following quickly.

  Suddenly, the men started to move lower, kissing down over my back and my chest, making me gasp as they trailed kisses down my body.

  “Now where do you think you two are go—ohhh…”

  Fireworks went off as I felt Roman’s lips tease down my belly, and over my mound, and when his tongue slipped over my pussy, I cried out. He growled as he pushed his tongue deep, hands spreading my thighs and pulling me open as he hungrily lapped at my juices and flicked his tongue over my clit.

  I shivered as I felt Colt behind me, his hands on my ass, spreading me wide for him. I felt his hot breath across my butt, and when I felt him move in, I squeezed my eyes shut and almost toppled over right there. His tongue teased a slow circle around my ass, making me whimper and making my legs buckle. He pushed the tip against me, licking at my most private place as Roman’s tongue swirled over my clit.

  Hands held me fast, holding my hips and my legs and my ass as the two gorgeous men tongued me from both sides. I cried out, bucking against them, my hands in their hair and my body slowly going to pieces as they pushed me higher and higher.

  Roman slid a thick finger inside of my pussy, curling it against the front wall as he wrapped his lips around my clit. Colt’s tongue pushed against my tight little ass, and suddenly, I went crashing over the edge.

  I screamed into the open sky as I came, rocking my hips against them and shaking all over before my knees gave out. They caught me, of course, letting me fall to the ground and pulling my boots and clothes the rest of the way off of me.

  I moaned as I sat up on my knees, my eyes hooded as I yanked them closer by the belt buckles.

  Colt chuckled. “See something you want, baby?”

  “Take them out,” I husked, looking up at them and seeing their jaws tighten at my words.

  I was and always would be their good girl, but I did like playing the bad girl for them too.

  I opened my mouth and and looked up at them coyly as I ran my tongue over my lips. “Please?”

  Roman groaned as the two of them unzipped and pushed their jeans down in record time. “I think we created a monster.”

  “I’m not complain— fuck.”

  Colt hissed as I wrapped my lips around his cock, sucking him into my mouth and tonguing the underside of him. I swallowed him as deep as I could go, feeling him pulse hard against my tongue before I pulled off with a gasp. I turned to Roman, my fingers curling around his fat cock as I pulled him forward and hungrily inhaled him. He grunted, hands going to my hair and pulling me tight as I slurped on his big dick.

  I pulled away, and I was moving back to Colt, when the men groaned and started to push me back on the soft grass.

  “Later, angel,” Roman growled, his eyes fierce as he pumped his cock. “Right now, we need more.”

  “C’mere, cowgirl,” Colt murmured, sitting on the grass and pulling me into his lap. I moaned as my legs went astride him, feeling his thick, throbbing hard cock press against my dripping wet pussy. He started to pull me down, his fat head spreading me wide, when he stopped.

  “Now hang on.”

  I looked at him curiously, panting as I felt his cock-head pulsing against my clit.

  “Can’t go for a ride without your boots, missy.” He tipped the brim of the cowboy hat still perched on his head.

  I grinned at him. “Oh really?”

  He nodded, grinning right back.

  “Well then.”

  I reached for my boots, slipping off of him to bend over and pull them on. I gasped as I felt his hands pull me back, his mouth moving to my pussy to lick me from front to back as I pulled my boots on.

  I whirled back and pushed him back away with a sly grin as I mounted him again.

  “Like this, cowboy?”

  He groaned. “Just like that. Now get on up here and ride this bull.”

  “You’ve certainly got a big enough— oh.”

  I moaned loudly as he pulled me down, impaling me with every thick inch of his fat cock.

  “Oh fuck, that’s so good.”

  I whimpered as I started to slide up and down, feeling him stretch. My clit dragged over his shaft on every stroke, making me pant as I started to ride him.

  I moaned as I felt Roman crouch behind me, hands on my ass and spreading me wide.

  “Time to take two stallions, cowgirl,” he murmured into my ear, letting his slick cock push against my ass.”

  “We’re definitely going to be late for dinner, aren’t we?” I gasped.

  “I could stop.”

  “Don’t you dare,” I moaned.

  Roman growled, and I felt his muscles flex as he started to push inside. Colt slowed his thrusting, holding me still and spreading my ass for his friend as Roman slowly eased inside. His thick head slipped in, and I let the air out of my lungs in a whoosh as I felt him start to ease every inch of himself inside. He kept going, making me moan and writhe as he fed every damn inch of his huge cock up my ass.

  He went still when he was buried to the hilt, and I sucked in breaths of air as my whole body shivered.

  Damn, I never did get tired of feeling so full of both of them.

  And then we moved.

  They started to slow, both of them alternating easy strokes, but soon enough, we were off to the races. Soon enough, I was panting, and gasping, and clawing at Colt’s chest as the two hung, gorgeous cowboys fucked me from both sides, making my whole body quiver for them. I reached back, my hand slipping into Roman’s hair, and his into mine as he twisted my face to kiss me hungrily, his cock plunging in and out of my ass. Colt’s lips fastened on a nipple, his tongue teasing me as he thrust his hips up, burying his cock in me again and again.

  At some point, I came, screaming their names into the open sky. They kept going — groaning and growling and holding me tight between them as they just kept taking me over and over.

  My head swam, and my whole body shook for them, and slowly, I felt it all start to build again. I could feel every inch of my body blazing with heat as I rushed towards that release. Hard, sweaty muscles slipped against my skin, powerful hands held my small body tight. Their groans filled my ears, and their two beautiful cocks filled me over and over, driving in deep as their heavy balls slapped against my skin.

  “Oh, God, I’m so— oh my God, I’m going—”

  “Us too,” Roman growled in my ear, fucking my ass hard with his cock. “So close.”

  “Come with us, baby,” Colt gasped, his cock swelling up inside of me as I started to crash. “Come with us right now.”

  I shattered.

  I screamed as the orgasm ripped through me, and I felt them both thrust deep inside as they went over the edge with me. Both of them came at the same time — two thick cocks pulsing hot inside of me as their cum filled me to the brim. I moaned as I writhed between them, gasping for air as the orgasm exploded through me.

  We slowed, panting, until we stopped entirely.

  I was dimly aware of them helping me off of them, and then I vaguely remember Colt grabbing a blanket from one of the saddlebags and coming back over to lay it out.

  I lay back on it, my men on either side of me stroking my skin and kissing over my arms and neck.

  “Yeah, I, uh, I think the bedroom works just fine here.”

  They laughed, and Roman slipped a hand down to cup my yet-showing belly. Colt did the same.

  “Nursery can go over there.”

  “Think he’ll have blond hair or dark hair?” Roman mused.

  “He?” Colt snorted. “Shit, man, we’re having a girl, I know it. Dibs on teacher her to shoot.”


  “You’re totally wrong.”

  I laughed, pulling them tight. We didn’t actually know whose it was. We also didn’t actually care.

  “Whoever he or she turns out to be, I know one thing,” I said with a smile. “This baby is going to know a loving, perfect, complex family.”

  “On that, we can agree,” Colt said with a wink.

  “You know, we should probably get back. Gramps is liable to come out looking for us if we’re that late.”

  We laughed as we stood and pulled on clothes, and headed back to the horses.

  The two of them helped me up onto mine before mounting their own, and we turned and headed back, with the sun setting at our backs.

  I had the love of two perfect men, a family on the way, the afterglow of some fantastic sex, and a hot meal waiting for me back at the ranch.

  Honestly, what more could a girl ask for?

  The End

  Twice Driven

  Nothing’s going to stop us from making her ours.

  Abby

  When I left my ex, I had nothing, but I knew I could never go back to the man who’d hit me. Worse though, he’s in the mob, and I had nowhere to go.

  But lost, out of gas, and alone on the side of the road, help came in the form of the last two men I’d ever expect it from. Rough, dark, and dangerous attractive, the two road-hardened bikers might be everything that scares me, and yet everything I need.

  The only problem is that I can’t decide between them… but I might not need to.

  Jackson / Connor

  We’ve been outlaws since the day we were born, and we’ll be outlaws until we die. For the right price, we’ll do any dirty job.

  Except maybe this one.

  Abby’s ex wants us to hunt her down and kill her - but when we saw the sinfully irresistible, mouth-watering woman on the side of the road, we only had one thing on our minds.

  We had take her, possess her, and make her ours.

  Hope she doesn’t mind that we like to share.

  Copyright © 2016 Madison Faye

  All rights reserved.

  Cover: White Rabbit Creative

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, organizations, actual events or locales is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademark status of products referred to in this book and acknowledges that trademarks have been used without permission.

  This book is intended for mature, adult audiences only. It contains extremely sexually explicit and graphic scenes and language which may be considered offensive by some readers. This book is strictly intended for those over the age of 18.

  All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. All acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual.

  1

  Abby

  The third time Joe hit me was when I packed my bags and headed out the door. I didn’t leave a note, and didn’t even take everything I owned. I just waited until he passed out in front of the t.v., threw some clothes in a bag, and got in the car.

  Running away from a relationship like that is never easy - or safe - for anyone. Doing it when your boyfriend’s dad is a lieutenant in the mob?

  Yeah, things get a bit trickier.

  Joe’s family was “made”, as they say, which meant leaving wasn’t going to be as easy as staying at a friend’s house or checking into a motel in the city. No way. I knew I had to really leave - leave as in “disappear”. It wan’t an easy decision, but then, it was really my only one after that last time when he knocked me to the floor.

  Yeah, takes a real man to punch his girlfriend when his team loses a football game.

  Fuck that.

  And so when I got in the car that night, I aimed west, turned on the radio, and just drove. I didn’t really know where I was going, or even where I’d sleep that night, but I’d hit the breaking point. Literally anything was better than the shit-show of a relationship the last two years had been. I was done.

  When the Las Vegas lights faded behind me, I felt better. But it was when I started to leave even the surrounding towns behind that I finally took the time to pull over, take a breath and finally let my heart stop beating so fast.

  I was free.

  There was a distinct chance Joe would come looking for me - I knew that, especially if “the family” got involved. But that was a risk that was worth it to me. When you’re in that deep with something that bad, you sort of lose track of who you even are. After two years, I felt like a blank slate. I might not have known who I was anymore, but another part of me knew that meant I could be anything I wanted to be.

  Because I was free.

  I pulled back onto the road, let the windows down, and let the hot summer wind blow through my hair as I chased down the horizon.

  2

  Abby

  Of course, “finding me” wasn’t going to be free. The first night, I’d caught a few hours of sleep parked outside a diner with my doors locked. I drove all day the next night, fueled by coffee and a driving need to put as much distance between myself and Joe as possible before I stopped. But by that next night though, I knew I had to find a real place to stay.

  I was also going to need gas really soon.

  Well, that and money…if I even had enough gas to even get some place to spend it.

  I’d purposely left the the major highways behind in order to stay off the radar in case Joe as already after me. Rightfully, of course, but there’s one thing about highways; they do a pretty great job of getting you to gas when you need it. Out here on country route 88 though, there was nothing; not a thing that I could see on the horizon. I knew I was low, but by the time I actually realized the gas light was on, things were looking bleak.

  Finally, way up on the horizon, I spotted a big gas station logo I recognized, and felt the relief wash over me. Getting suck out here in the badlands of wherever I was without gas, or money, or even any idea where I was going wasn’t exactly going to help me much.

  It wasn’t until I got closer, the car practically sputtering on fumes, that I groaned as I saw the reality.

  The gas station was dead, like, zombie move dead. The place probably hadn’t been open and pumping fuel in twenty years, which was more and more apparent as I pulled in, as if actually stopping next to a pump was going to somehow magically convince it to start pumping again.

  I groaned as I shut off the engine and slumped my forehead against the wheel. I had no idea how long the gas light had been on, but getting to wherever the next station was seemed like a bleak prospect. But I was exhausted, the afternoon was getting late, and sitting here kicking myself for being an idiot and not taking the highway wasn’t going to do any good either.

  “Back on the road then,” I mumbled out loud, swearing to myself as I pushed the keys back in the ignition. There was a soft chugging sound for a moment a the car tried to rumble to life before it gave up with a wheezing sound.

  Oh you’ve got to be shitting me I thought to myself. I tried again and swore loudly as the same sounds and same results repeated themselves.

  I was officially out of gas, officially stuck on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, and officially screwed.

  The dull, thundering roar came from behind me, the searing churn of engines growing louder and louder until I turned just in time to see the two motorcycles go flying down the deserted stretch of road. I’d gotten a glimpse of leather and tan skin before they’d blown right past the deserted gas station in a cloud of dust.

  Suddenly though, way down the stretch of road there, I saw them suddenly slow and turn, before I could hear the engines growl again as they began to roar back my way.

  I could feel my
blood run cold. Here I was sitting alone in my car at an abandoned gas pump on a deserted stretch of highway, with zero cell phone reception and two bikers had just turned around to head back to me. All of a sudden every crazy late-night college story about biker gangs and initiation “mayhem” came rushing into my head, and I found myself gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles, feeling the fear shoot through me.

  What if Joe had sent them?

  I quickly snapped out of my trance and locks the doors as they roared loser, before suddenly realizing how ridiculous a move it was. As if a closed window on an empty highway was going to stop them.

  The two roaring bikes came rolling into the dusty, cracked-pavement of the gas station. With a final snarling crescendo and a pop, the thundering sound cut out suddenly, and there was silence.

  The two motorcycles, all black, leather, and chrome, had come to a stop about twenty feet in front of my truck, their engines off now and ticking quietly in the afternoon heat. But what really caught my eye were the two men sat astride the bikes. They were both were clad in dark boots, denim, and leather vests over chiseled and heavily inked torsos with muscled, equally tattooed arms. These guys didn’t look like a couple of yuppies out on their weekend motorcycles. I thought again about all those “biker gang” stories; these guys looked like the real deal.

  One of them dismounted with practiced ease, shaking his dirty blond hair out as he pulled off his helmet and hung it on the handlebars. He kept his sunglasses on, but I could tell they were both just sitting there looking at me. He looked at his partner and nodded, and I could feel my breath start to come in heaving gasps.

  Oh my God, this is how it happens. This is how no one ever sees me again.