Tattoos and Transformations (19 page)

Chapter Sixteen

Dakota skipped into Morgan’s bedroom. She wanted to make her first time loving both men exciting and as wonderful as possible. This hopefully would be the start of a long-term relationship.

“Darlin’, didn’t someone promise us a naked body and a wet pussy?”

Yes, she had. “Why don’t you two have a seat on the bed?” Clint obeyed, but Morgan stepped over to his drawer and pulled out some condoms and a jar. Her ass clenched in delightful anticipation of the joys of having a large dick in her ass and a big, strong cock in her pussy.

Her yellow dress buttoned in front. The top two buttons were already undone. She waited until Morgan returned to the bed. With her two men facing her, she slowly loosened each button, licking her lips in between. Clint whistled and Morgan clapped to cheer her on.

When more than half the buttons were open, she turned her back to them.

“Hey, what are you doing, darlin?”

“Hold your horses.”

She wiggled her hips as she slid the top half of the dress down to her hips. Lowering her gaze, she undid the rest until the entire dress was open. Taking a hold of the lapels, she opened the material and slid it down her back inch by inch.

The bed squeaked as if one of the men had stood. She glanced over her shoulder. “Clint, sit down. One touch and the show stops.”

“Damn, but my cock needs some attention.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be good to him in a moment.” She loved it

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when both men groaned.

She made the material shift from right to left as the dress got closer to the ground. Eventually, she let go. More hoots and hollers followed. Reaching behind her, she unsnapped her bra, slipped her right arm out of the strap, and clasped it under her arm to keep it from falling. She repeated with the other arm.

“Turn around, darlin’.”

“I’m not ready yet.” Teasing them was so much fun. “Okay, but just a peek.”

She faced her men and with immeasurable patience lowered the cups until her nipples popped out. She took the bra in one hand and swung it on one finger. After a few rotations, she flung it at the men.

Morgan reached out and caught it. He brought her bra to his face and inhaled.

“It smells so sweet. Like you.”

“Aw, you can say the nicest things.”

After wetting her finger, she ran circles around her nipples.

Clint bit down on his lip. “You’re just being cruel to us. Don’t you know it’s our job to suck on those lovely tits?”

“You’ll get your chance. If you need to rub your cocks, I’m okay with that.”

Morgan grabbed his and squeezed. “We’re trying to hold on here, babe, but it’s getting harder and harder.”

“Ha-ha.” She doubted he even realized his pun.

“I’m not kidding. I’m harder than a fence post. You wanna see?” She slid her hand down her panties and slipped a finger into her wet pussy. Even her finger gave her some needed relief. “God, that feels good.”

“Darlin’, you are cruel.”

She removed her hand and painted her nipples with her dripping juices. “I thought I’d put a little pussy sauce on them.” She looked over at them. “Didn’t someone say something about me looking at a fence post?”

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Morgan groaned. He unzipped his pants. Even through the briefs, she could see how big his cock was. “See? I’m hurting here.”

“You poor baby. You’ll get your release soon enough.”

“You gonna touch it?”

She laughed.
Now for the good part
. Her response to his plea was to turn around. She slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Just thinking about what was to come made her creamy hole drip more. Wiggling her hips back and forth forced her panties lower.

Morgan whistled through two fingers. “Take ’em off, babe.” The material slipped down over her ass. Instead of stepping out of them, she kept lowering them until they were around her ankles.

“Clint?”

“Yeah, darlin’?”

“See anything you want?”

“You have no idea. I gotta hold down my cock as it is. I want to fuck your sweet ass so damned bad.”

She grinned. “Hold that thought.” She stepped out of her panties, strutted over to Clint, and dropped them on his head. He immediately sniffed them.

He looked over at Morgan and smiled. “Bro, we are in for a real treat.”

She turned around again and kept her back to the men. This time she moved just out of reach of Clint. Bending over, she slipped off her heels and looked between her legs. Returning to a standing position, she faced them. “How do you want me?”

The brothers stood and kept their gaze on her. They both lifted off their shirts like they were on some synchronized stripping team. Each flexed his muscles, probably to torment her like she’d tried to tease them. Next came their boots followed by their jeans.

Her mouth turned dry looking at them. Their abs rippled and chests flexed. Her pussy got wetter watching them take off their clothes. They dropped their pants, but their huge cocks pushed out from their underwear.

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“Darlin’, you want to finish the job?”

“Yes, please.” She wasn’t sure which one to do first, but since Clint had asked, she pranced over to him. “You’ll have to get used to taking turns.”

Morgan reached out and lightly pinched her nipple. Clint followed with the other side. “Good thing you have two of those.” Clint reached behind her and squeezed her ass while Morgan slid a finger down the cleft of her pussy. He stopped at the top and pressed on her clit. A spasm made her inner walls contract. She pushed back her hips. “Give me a second to get you naked before you get me too excited.”

“Too late for us, babe. We’re already on the verge. I’m just praying we’ll be able to last long enough to satisfy you.”

“Oh.” She withdrew her hand from Clint’s pants.

He laughed. “Now that you’ve started, you can’t stop. Take them off.”

With care, she slid them over his big cock. When his dick popped out, she swore he’d grown. “That is not going fit in my ass.” Clint cupped her face and kissed her. “We’ll see about that.” Morgan stepped closer. “My turn.”

She rubbed the outside of his briefs, loving how thick and long he was. This time, she got him out of his briefs by dragging the waistband over his well-sculpted ass. Her hands skimmed across his divine body. When the material got caught on his cock, Morgan helped out.

“Thanks.” She dragged the briefs all the way down to his ankles.

“Step out of them.”

When she looked up, his cock was at mouth level. The urge to take him overwhelmed her. She licked the outside and Morgan groaned.

“I’m not sure this is going to work, babe.” She grinned. “You’re a wimp?”

“I’ll show you a wimp.” He reached down and lifted her up by her
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underarms.

When she faced him, he dragged his hands under her ass, turned around, and placed her on the bed.

He looked over at Clint. “I think we need to teach our woman a lesson. Still got that nice rope.”

A bit of fear formed in the back of her throat. “What are you going to do?”

“We can’t have you touching our cocks when we’re eating your sweet pussy. Clint is going to find a way to stop you from moving.

That way we can lick and pluck every delicious piece you have to offer.”

The idea of being tied down surprisingly intrigued her. “Okay, but remember turnabout is fair play.”

He laughed, and the sound shot straight down her body to her pussy. “I’d like to see you try to lash me to the bedpost.”

“That’s not fair. There’s two of you and only one of me.”

“Nope, not fair at all.”

Clint returned with several pieces of velvet-covered rope in a package. It looked like they’d purchased the item with her in mind.

He broke open the plastic.

She was about to ask where they wanted her when both men descended on her. Clint tossed a piece of rope to Morgan, who swiftly made a loop around her wrist and secured the end to the headboard.

Clint pulled her other hand out straight and repeated the process on his side.

She was on her back with both hands above her head. Never did she expect them to each take a leg, open her up wide, and secure her legs to the bed. The vulnerability made her pussy clench.

Morgan tossed Clint what looked like two condoms and set one on his side. He knelt by her tits and pressed on the tips. “You and I, babe, are going to have a good time. I’m going tease you so much the bed will be drenched with your juice. Your hole is going to cream, forcing you to beg me to fuck you hard.”

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“Never going to happen.” She knew she was already beyond hope right now. A touch here, a touch there, and she’d be crying for release.

Morgan grinned as Clint slipped between her legs. His thumbs pried open her pussy, and instead of him licking her, he blew on her.

The cooling wind made her sizzle with intense desire. His tongue licked her inner thighs as his finger traced a line from her belly button to the top of her pussy lips. Shivers of delight followed the path. Her insides clenched. She wasn’t going to last.

“Darlin’, we’re gonna take our sweet time.”

“I can handle it.” That was the biggest lie she’d ever told.

Morgan drew a circle around the tips of her breasts, using the lightest of strokes. Because he was kneeling, he could press his balls against the side of her breast and there was nothing she could do about it. If she’d been able to reach his cock, she would have drawn her mouth over his tip, but he seemed intent on keeping out of her reach.

She licked her lips and eyed his big cock. “Wouldn’t you like to have me lick him? I can make you scream.”

“Not right now. Besides, men don’t scream.” He pinched her nipple and the sharp, quick stab of pain morphed into instant pleasure.

Cream leaked out of her wet hole and perfumed the air.

Clint sniffed. “I think someone wants me to lick her.”

“Please.” Man, she needed to learn not to beg. If she planned on spending a long time with them, she didn’t want them to think she was easy. Aw, hell. Who was she kidding? She was easy with them.

Every look excited her. These last few weeks proved to her that she had no control where they were concerned.

Morgan took hold of her tits, one in each hand. Simultaneously, he rubbed his thumbs across her nipples. His rough rancher’s hands made the tips prickle in delight with each swipe. He continued circling, never quite putting enough tension on either one. Even Clint was being evasive. His tongue would lick her inner thighs, getting closer to her pussy with each swipe, but no matter how much she
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willed him to touch her clit or her pussy itself, he wouldn’t. What was wrong with them? They had to be hurting now, too.

“Okay, I give. What do I have to do to get you both to
really
touch me?”

Morgan slid his knees behind him until he was on his stomach.

Instead of answering, he nipped her chin then captured his lips. One hand threaded through her hair and the other lightly pinched her nipple. The new sparks ignited the swollen crests. She wiggled her hips, praying Clint would be equally as nice and lick her clit.

“Is there anyone here who wants me to probe her?” Music to her ears. “Mmm.” She was too busy playing tonsil hockey with Morgan to answer coherently. She loved when Morgan thrust and parried his tongue in her mouth.

His right hand fisted her hair and he tugged. The tension helped release a bit of her own sexual frustration. Finally, Clint made half-inch licks on her pussy lips. If only he would drink up her juice with his tongue, she’d be one step closer to heaven. Her groans increased.

He dragged his teeth along the edge.

A little bit closer, please
.

Finally, he obliged by delving into her opening with his tongue.

The first big suck drove her wild. A riot of pleasure bubbled up.

Morgan leaned back and inhaled. His lips slipped down her cheek.

Each nibble drew him to the sensitive spot below her ear. When he arrived, he sucked on her neck. Somehow, Clint must have seen what his brother was doing because Clint finally landed on her clit.

She bucked upward as streaks of throbbing lust engorged her pussy. “Sweet Jesus, Clint.”

“She likes it.”

“I more than like it. I love it. I need it. I have to have more.” She couldn’t make her desire any clearer.

Thankfully, he stayed focused on her clit, electrifying her body with every nip. She tugged the ropes securing her ankles and wrists, but nothing gave way. The frustration of not being able to feel their

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muscles pulse was pushing her too close to the edge.

“I want you to release me.” The desperation must have been so severe that within five seconds she was free. She rubbed her wrists.

They weren’t sore, but she almost needed to put her hands on skin.