Stacy's Destiny (14 page)

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Eric stood in front of Stacy as she lay on the bed. She closed her legs the second Max left the space between them. She needed guidance—that was obvious—and he and his brother would be the ones to guide her in the bedroom.

“Open up for me, honey. Let me see what’s mine,” he stated, and he noticed the roughness of his voice. She resisted, of course, and he could see the reservations in her eyes. He stroked his rock-hard cock, letting his palm slide along the shaft. Stacy watched, eyes widening, and then a pretty pink blush scattered across her cheeks. He couldn’t wait. He pressed his hands to her ankles and rubbed along her skin from ankle to thigh. He softly parted her legs at the knees, and she didn’t resist even as Max took her hands and raised them to the pillow above her head.

She arched her hips and closed her eyes just as he took position between her legs.

“Look at me, Stacy,” he demanded, and she instantly complied. His brother held her hands at the wrist with one hand while he played with her breast with his other hand.

“Tell me you want me.”

“I want you. I want both of you,” she whispered. He smiled then rubbed his thumbs along her thighs as he lined his cock up with her entrance. The realization of their difference in size compelled him to be gentle. She was special, and he would never forgive himself if he ever hurt her. Eric slowly pushed into her while holding her gaze. Her big green eyes sparkled then darkened as he pressed deeper into her. He grabbed hold of her hips and shifted his hips, trying not to plunge in too deeply or too quickly. Inch by inch, he delved into her sweet, hot core, never feeling so emotional and connected in his life.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked between clenched teeth.

“Oh God, no. Please I need more.”

He took that moment to push deeper as Max kissed her wrists and released his hold of her hands as she struggled to touch Eric. She grabbed Eric’s shoulders and wrapped her legs as best she could against his waist. Eric knew he was big compared to her, but she felt so perfect. They fit perfectly.

“Hold on, baby,” he stated as he pulled back then thrust forward. Stacy moaned, but Eric caught it with his mouth as he kissed her while he made love to her.

Once he caught his breath, he continued to stroke his cock deep within her pussy. He trailed kisses along her neck and shoulder best he could as he stroked his cock deeper faster and harder. He wanted more. She was so tight that each stroke was sensual torture.

He caressed her body while he thrust into her. Stacy held him tighter against her. “Harder, Eric, please.”

He lifted and spread her ass cheeks then plunged forward until his balls slapped against the crevice and the sound echoed in the small, barely furnished bedroom.

She took him stroke for stroke even as he increased his rhythm and ground his cock deep within her. He could feel her vaginal muscles grip his cock and milk him of his determination to make love to her longer. His dick had been hard for days. His dreams were filled with thoughts of making love to Stacy in his bed, in her bed, and every place they could on the ranch. He looked into her eyes and held her heated gaze.

“It feels so good to be inside of you, baby,” he whispered then kissed her lips before moving along her neck to her breast as he slowed his thrusts. But he just couldn’t take going slow. He wanted and he craved so deeply he lost the fight.

The bed creaked and squealed under his deep penetrating strokes. “I’m coming, baby. You got me there,” he stated then thrust over and over again until they both screamed their releases.

Stacy lay still under Eric’s body. He rested his weight on his forearms as he encased her underneath him.

“That was incredible, baby. I can stay warm and snug inside your pussy all night,” Eric stated then kissed her before she elicited some kind of response. Max did it for her.

“That was beautiful. Now come on over here and let me get some of that sweet, warm pussy Eric’s talking about,” Max stated.

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When Stacy looked up to the side of the bed, there was Max lying naked and holding a very large, thick cock in his hand. The plump mushroom top glistened, making her mouth water and her heart pound inside of her chest. He smiled at her, and she felt her heart skip a beat. He was one sexy cowboy.

“I think you just rendered our little spitfire speechless, bro,” Eric stated then chuckled as he pulled his still-hard cock from her body. Stacy stirred then stretched like a kitten after being thoroughly made love to. Max reached over and pinched a nipple, eliciting a yelp from Stacy.

“Now, woman! Get that pretty little ass over here. I want to see what’s mine.”

Oh God, that deep Texan accent and attitude is so fucking sexy.

Stacy slowly rolled to her knees, amazed at how turned on she was after just making love to Eric. Her cream dripped from between her thighs as she slowly crawled across the bed toward Max. She tried her damnedest sexy, little cat crawl minus the purr. The short distance was sexual torture as her thighs rubbed against her sensitive clit. Her breasts felt swollen, and the cool air stung her oversensitive nipples. Just as she reached Max’s thigh, she felt a hand against her spine then a finger trail along her spine to her ass.

“She’s got a perfect ass, Max. Fuckable,” Eric stated, and she paused midstride to toss a look over her shoulder. It was apparent that Eric liked talking dirty, and her body obviously did as well. Before she could say a word, strong arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her onto Max’s lap. Max’s hands cupped her breasts, which appeared to look pretty small encased by his large hands. He cupped and massaged them firmly before bringing one to his mouth to taste. She shifted to her knees so his mouth could reach her breasts. When his tongue licked across the sensitive nipple, she moaned and rocked her hips against him. His cock was hard and long beneath her pussy and her ass. Max was a big man just like Eric. Their cocks were huge, and despite the fact that Eric just made love to her, she felt the reservations again about whether Max would fit inside of her.

“These, are mine,” Max whispered then placed his mouth over her breast. He licked and suckled until he had only the nipple in his mouth. Then he held it between his teeth and gave a small tug. The pleasure-pain sensation felt amazing. He released her nipple then licked and soothed away the slight pinch she felt. It was as if he knew her body already.

She jerked when she felt Max press two fingers to her pussy lips then push them inside. She fell forward against his chest, and he caught her with his other hand.

“This is mine, too,” he proclaimed as he pushed two digits in and out of her cunt. His other hand rubbed along her back, pressing her breasts closer to his mouth again. He pulled her nipple into his mouth while he finger-fucked her. She closed her eyes and absorbed the sensation of being taken like this. Her body was being controlled by his fingers, by his words, and by his mouth. She lost all control of her body when she felt Eric’s hands caress her ass cheeks. He spread them right before his tongue licked each cheek.

“I can’t wait to fuck this ass, Stacy. You have such a beautiful ass, honey,” Eric teased her, and she reacted by riding Max’s fingers and sticking her ass out for more of Eric’s ministrations.

“Fuck yeah, baby. You like that idea?” Max asked, pulling her face closer to his own for a kiss. Before she could answer, he covered her mouth with his lips then pulled his fingers from her body. Liquid dripped down her legs, and Max’s cock poked her pussy lips.

“Come on, baby, and ride me. I’ve got to feel that hot, wet pussy. I can’t wait,” Max stated, and she lifted her ass as he aligned his cock with her entrance. Slowly Stacy lowered herself onto his hard shaft. In this position, it felt so damn tight, and her clit was so swollen and sensitive she felt on the edge of another orgasm already. Max apparently couldn’t wait as he pulled her down while he simultaneously pushed up into her. Her mouth opened as she screamed his name.

She could hardly move, but it didn’t matter. Max lifted up and down, fucking her as she attempted to ride him and keep up with the fast pace he was setting. She felt his muscular thighs beneath her ass and the metallic abs he must have and knew that he was a strong man. Now she understood the saying “if you ain’t from Texas, then you ain’t nothing.” These men were as tough as they come. Built like steel.

One look into Max’s eyes, and she could see his distorted expression. He was holding back. He didn’t want to scare her. But this felt so good, and she did trust them. She wanted more, and she wanted it harder.

“More, Max. I need more,” she moaned as she lifted her hips up and down, trying to ease the burning need inside her pussy.

Max grabbed her hips and stopped her movements. Before she could protest, he lifted her up off his lap turned her around so that she was on all fours, and he surged into her from behind. She screamed as his thrust took her breath away. He had her the way he wanted her in half a second flat. The buildup inside her was nearly painful. She wanted more of his thick, hard cock. She wanted him as deep as he could possibly go. “Fuck me, Max. It feels so good, Max. I need more!” she yelled. He roared behind her then pressed her chest closer to the comforter. Her cheek lay flat against the mattress, her ass sat high up in the air, and he began to thrust down into her. He was so incredibly deep. She wasn’t sure what had come over her, but suddenly she was like a cock-craving lunatic. She wanted to be claimed. She didn’t think she did. She didn’t think she could let two men fuck her, but that was before. These men turned her inside out.

“Oh fuck, baby, you feel so fucking tight. So fucking good,” Max ground out through clenched teeth. She felt his balls slap against her ass cheeks, and his fingers dug into her hips, and it was so erotic and hot. Stacy felt every sensation as her pussy gripped Max’s cock and held it tight. He moaned through each stroke, trying to continue the fast speed but having difficulty. “Fuck, she’s got my cock so hard. Oh shit!” he yelled as he thrust faster, trying to find his own release. Stacy felt her body tighten. She was almost there. Just a few more strokes were all she needed. Max took that second to press a finger to her anus. Stacy nearly shot off the bed as she screamed and his digit pushed through the tight rings. She had never been touched there before. It was too much. She screamed again as her orgasm struck her hard. It was exquisite, and as she rode hers out, Max exploded inside of her. Stacy felt her legs shaking. She wouldn’t be able to stay like this much longer. Max continued to thrust slowly into her. She felt some of his warm essence drip down her inner thighs then Max’s lips pressed against her shoulder then back as his arm held her around the midsection.

“You’re fucking incredible, baby,” he whispered against her ear before nipping at the lobe.

Slowly he pulled from her body then lay down on the bed, taking her along with him. She found herself seeking out Eric, and he was there by the side of the bed holding a washcloth and smiling. Before she could protest, he began washing her. “I can do that,” she stated, her voice coming out hoarse. He stopped her hand from taking the washcloth.

“Nonsense. You’re ours to take care of, so lay back and rest. It’s going to be a long night, baby,” Eric stated as he began to wash her. Max kissed her cheek as he held her close. When Eric was done, she closed her eyes and cuddled against Max’s chest. She never felt the bed dip or Eric take position on her other side.

Chapter 7

It was eight o’clock in the morning when Millie exited the commuter bus and made her way down the street toward the jewelry outlet. Of course she was the one who worked the earliest shift, set up the storefront, and stayed until closing. Unlike the manager of the store and the owner’s niece who showed up around ten and claimed to have been there with Millie to open earlier. She was such a witch. Millie couldn’t wait to own her own store one day. She wouldn’t have to work for Nelson anymore, and she could display her own line of jewelry. That was if she ever had enough time and energy to sit down and create her necklaces, earrings, and bracelets. Her items were a lot nicer than the stuff she sold at Nelson’s Jewelry Outlet. As she headed down the street and walked along the crosswalk, she noticed a man standing near the entrance to the store. Glancing around the street and seeing the decent amount of other people nearby, she felt a little more confident that if the guy was up to no good then at least people were around to come to her aid. She hoped. Swallowing hard, she made her way closer.

Ever since the assault by her ex-boyfriend Frank, Millie was on edge. She didn’t like confrontations, and she was really a scaredy-cat when it came to them. Stacy had helped her build up her confidence after the assault, and Stacy’s bravery that night would remain embedded in Millie’s mind forever. Stacy saved her life.

“Excuse me, ma’am, I’m wondering if you could help me? I am looking for someone who works here. Her name is Millie Donovan.”

Millie got a bad feeling in her stomach. Who was this guy, and what did he want?

“Why are you looking for Millie? Who are you?” she asked, and even she heard her own voice quivering. Glancing around her, it seemed like all those people she saw commuting on foot or walking their dogs to the park two blocks over had disappeared.

He eyed her suspiciously then took a step closer.

“I need to find her. It’s important.”

“Are you a relative or a boyfriend of hers?” she asked, trying to see what lies the guy would spew.

“Are you Millie?” he asked instead of answering her questions.

“What do you want?” she counterquestioned, crossing her arms in front of her chest and attempting to act tough.

“I need to ask Millie about a friend of hers. You see, I need to find her friend. I’ve got some information for her.”

Mille didn’t like the direction this was going in. The man still didn’t identify himself.

“Listen, I’ve got a lot to do before the boss shows up.”

“Good morning, Millie!” someone called, and Millie turned behind her to see Mr. Conway unlocking the storefront right beside Nelson’s.
Shit!

“Good morning, Mr. Conway,” Millie replied, and Mr. Conway watched her.

“Is everything all right, Millie?” he asked.

“Sure, Mr. Nelson. I was just telling this gentleman that we’re not open yet.”

Mr. Nelson pulled up the security wall and unlocked the front door.

“Okay. I’ll see you in a little bit.”

She waved then turned toward the security door in front of the store. She began to unlock the gate, trying to ignore the man standing to the left of her.

“So, Millie. Any idea where your friend Stacy ran off to? I’ve got some information for her and need to find her,” he stated as she lifted up the security wall and waited to unlock the front door. She had to punch in the security code in the alarm. She wasn’t going to disarm it until this creep left.

“Listen, I don’t know where Stacy is. She quit her job and took off. I haven’t seen or heard from her since,” she lied.

“Why don’t you just tell me where she is, Millie?” he stated, encroaching into her personal space and making her feel threatened.

“I think you should leave right now,” she stated, firmly clenching her bag and the key to the store in one hand.

He touched her cheek, and she flinched. He smirked at her with his beady black eyes and evil look. She recognized that look. Her ex-boyfriend got a look like that in his eyes right before he was about to hit her.

“It might be in your best interest to tell me where she is, Millie.”

“Are you threatening me?” she asked, taking a step closer to the door and hitting it. The move made her jump.

He smiled at her. “I wouldn’t want to mess up such a pretty face like yours, but my boss is a different story.”

“Your boss? Listen, I don’t know who you’re working for, but I don’t know anything. You’d better leave. I know people,” she stated a little more firmly, hearing her voice shaking with fear.

He took a retreating step. “I know people, too, Millie. I know bad people who wouldn’t think twice about setting a woman like you in her place and do about anything to get answers to their questions. I’ll give you until tonight to locate your friend. Then it’s out of my control.”

She watched him walk away until he reached the corner, turned, and disappeared. Her heart pounded in her chest. She didn’t know what to do.