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dropped to a husky timbre that had her thighs tightening and her pussy creaming. “All I have to do is think about you, and I get so unbelievably hard, Lola. All I can think about is spreading these pretty thighs,” he placed both hands on said body parts and urged her to open them, “and guiding my dick between the folds of your sweet little pussy.” His teeth grazed the side of her throat. “You’d like that wouldn’t you, Lola. You want me to talk dirty to you while I fuck you good and hard.” His chest pressed against her back and he began to lead her toward the wall. “I’d give you nice, long strokes in your tight little cunt while my brother fucked you in the ass. Would you like that, baby? Would you like being filled at the same time by me and Max?”

Of everything that was holy. Thinking about both of them filling her at the same time, fucking her raw until the three of them came, had her knees going weak. She placed her hands on the wall to steady herself and felt the rhythmic thrusting of Ian’s hips against her back. His cock felt so hard and big. The McKnight brothers were certainly not lacking in that department. Could she do this with them? Could she let them have their way with her and keep her emotions in check? It seemed impossible at first, but with arousal slowly consuming her every cell it didn’t seem that unrealistic. She knew if she went through with this that there was the chance everything would change. Hell, what was she saying? Everything would change, but was it worth this one time to be with the two men she had wanted for what seemed like forever.

She pushed away from the wall and turned around in Ian’s arms. His eyes appeared glassy and his mouth was slightly parted, his breathing ragged. He searched her face and she didn’t give herself time to think of anything else. Throwing her arms around his neck, Lola stood on her toes and pressed her mouth to his. There was no going back now.





chapter 6

Ian’s hands were everywhere. She couldn’t get close enough to him and all she wanted was more. His hands gripped her ass, squeezing the flesh in the same maddening way Max had. Her pussy, so ridiculously wet, was clenching and unclenching, trying to grip something substantial to ease the ache.

“God damn it I want you, Lola.” He dropped to his knees and started kissing and licking the flesh of her belly. Holding onto his hair, Lola let her head fall back against the wall as her eyes slid shut. The feel of his tongue making slow, wet strokes around her belly button was as expertly done as an artist with a brush. She felt like his masterpiece, and she wanted to be completed by him.

His fingers gripped the edge of her bathing suit bottoms and he slowly pulled them down, revealing her mound to his gaze. She had since opened her eyes, watching with a racing heart as his hungry eyes took in her bare vagina. A Brazilian wax was her best friend, and by the look on Ian’s face she surmised it was his now, as well. “Lola,” he ran his hand over his mouth, his stare still on her slit. She knew he could see it so clearly, especially from his vantage point. He lifted his finger and ran it down her cleft and then back up again. He took his other hand and spread her lips, revealing her inner flesh to his wandering eyes. “Your clit is so swollen, baby. I bet if I licked it with my tongue you’d come right on my mouth, wouldn’t you?” He lifted his eyes to her while his finger continued to hold her flesh apart. His other finger ran up and down her slippery sex, teasing her hole before drawing closer and closer to the engorged little bud at the top. He was right. She would come just from a little lick. She was so worked up from Max, and now with Ian standing before her, that she couldn’t even think clearly.

“You’re so pink inside, baby. I bet you taste sweeter than sugar.” Without breaking contact with her eyes, he leaned forward. He stopped teasing his fingers through her cleft and now spread her lips as wide as they would go. She knew she was obscenely on display, but she didn’t care. There wasn’t an ounce of self-consciousness flowing through her at that moment.

When she felt his hot breath tempting her most intimate part she held her breath. God, she wished he’d stop tormenting her. As if he read her thoughts he opened his mouth. She saw the flash of his pink tongue emerge before it stroked over her aching clit.

“Ohhh, yesss,” she hissed and closed her eyes again, feeling her orgasm rising to the surface. She didn’t want it to end, not when he was dragging his tongue over and around her clit, making it harden under his ministrations.

“Mmm.” He hummed against her, and her legs shook from the force of trying to stay upright. “You taste better than anything I’ve ever imagined.” He sucked and licked her like she was a Popsicle on a ninety-degree day. She was vaguely aware of pulling at his hair and bringing him further into her pussy. The fact she was acting like a sex-starved maniac wasn’t lost on her, but who could act rationally when they had one half of the McKnight brothers between their thighs?

He gripped her behind the knee of one of her legs and brought it up to drape it over his shoulder. The new position opened her up even further. The wall was cold against her overheated back, but the chill helped her stay right where she was, refusing to let her give up all the control. She needed to stay coherent because there was no way she was going to get lost in what was happening. Not when this was probably her only chance at finally getting to sleep with the McKnight brothers. Max’s face came to her mind and she moaned, feeling herself growing wetter, and becoming more swollen. Heavy breathing penetrated the room’s quiet atmosphere and she suddenly realized it wasn’t just hers and Ian’s. Opening her eyes, she stared with half-closed lids at Max. He stood in the doorway, his hand gripping his erection through his trunks, his eyes on what his younger brother was doing to her. As if he sensed her gaze, he looked at her. Lola licked her lips and disentangled her fingers from Ian’s hair. Lifting her arms, she gripped the knot that held her string bikini together behind her neck. When the strings came undone and the material fell away, revealing her breasts to his hungry gaze, she beckoned him with a tilt of her lips and a lift of her brow.

It only took him three long strides to reach her, and when he did it was like the angels sang. His hands were immediately on her breasts, pulling at her nipples, causing them to harden further and become more sensitive. Thank God Ian didn’t stop sucking at her flesh. Instead, he added a finger to her quivering pussy.

In and out he pumped that digit while Max dipped his head and replaced his hand on her chest with the hot suction of his mouth. He alternated from one breast to the other, the sounds of him suckling her chest and Ian slurping her cream down an erotic symphony to her ears. A strangled cry left Lola and she wantonly thrust her chest further into Max’s mouth and ground her pussy in Ian’s face. The gruff sounds that came from the two men were fuel to her arousal filled fire and she wanted to hear more of it.

“That’s it, baby. Come all over my face. Let me taste you.” Ian’s words were muffled against her soaked flesh and she knew she was close, so close to finding oblivion.

“How does she taste? Sweeter than anything on this earth, I bet.” Max grunted his words out, his tongue and mouth doing wicked things to her nipples.

“Fuck, Max. You have noooo idea.”

The way they talked to each other about her was so damn hot that Lola felt her climax take hold of her. Throwing her head back, she was aware of the sound of her skull hitting the wall, but there was no pain, only intense, red-hot pleasure. Max pumped his erection against her side while Ian drew out her orgasm. His finger pushed in and out of her and Max sucked on her nipple to the point of pain. It was so good, too good, that she couldn’t hold herself up any longer. Thankfully, Max had a hold of her upper body and Ian gripped her ass. The two of them kept her grounded as they continued to draw out her pleasure until she was begging them to stop, pleading with them that it was too much, too sensitive. The two men disentangled themselves from her but kept their hands on her body, making sure she didn’t do a face-plant. Never in all her twenty-five years had she experienced something like that. She was breathless and weak, but God, did she feel good.

“Come on, sweetheart.” She was aware of Max’s words but didn’t have the strength to open her eyes and see what was happening. Then she felt herself become weightless as strong arms picked her up and the clean, masculine scent that was everything McKnight washed through her. The chest beneath her head was solid and warm, and she let herself bask in the comfort of them taking care of her. Her back was the first thing that touched the cool, silk sheets as Max laid her down. She still didn’t have the strength to open her eyes and instead just rode the lust-filled high the two of them caused in her.

“Oh no, baby,” Ian’s big body pressed against her right side. “There isn’t any sleeping going on.” He pushed the hair away from her face and kissed the side of her mouth.

Max slid next to her left side and his hand found her breast. “We’ve only just started, sweetheart.” 

chapter 7

Lola opened her eyes when she realized both men were naked beside her. Their thick, long erections were hot as hell