Page 21 of Single Mom's Bodyguards
Wesley is long-limbed, muscled, and confident. By the length of him, now I know why he’s always been so cocky. He has gnarly scars on his lower left leg, and the geometric tattoos I thought might have just been on his forearm stretch all the way up his shoulder.
And Huck is Huck. Muscles on muscles, with just enough fat to fuel them. Celtic-style tattoos decorate his thick torso, and until today, I’ve ignored his pierced tongue.
Not possible now.
“You still want more?” Sean asks.
I nod. “Please.”
Wesley grins. “Good. Because we’re not close to done.”
They don’t give me a second to catch my breath. Wesley flips me easily, like I’m weightless, guiding me to my hands and knees.The vinyl is still clinging to my skin, unzipped just enough to reveal what they want—just enough to make me feel like a toy wrapped in ribbon.
Sean kneels in front of me again, his cock thick and hard. “Open your mouth, B.”
I obey instantly.
His hand cups the side of my head, not rough. “Good girl.”
I moan around him as he fills my mouth, the praise and pressure lighting something deep in my belly. Behind me, I feel Huck’s warm hand slide up my spine, followed by the blunt, teasing press of his cock against my dripping core.
“You sure?” he murmurs, low against my neck.
I can’t speak, not with Sean in my throat, but I nod—once, then again, harder. “Mm-hmm.”
Sean groans. “Color?”
I pull off long enough to pant, “Green.God, green. All of it, green!”
That’s all Huck needs.
He pushes in slow, and the stretch burns in the best way. My eyes water. My legs shake. It’s been a long time, and I’m not sure I’ve ever had anyone as big as him. Sean cups my jaw again, steadies me with one hand, his cock resting against my lips as I gasp, trying to hold it all.
And then Wesley climbs onto the bed and over me and presses a slick finger against my tight, untouched entrance.
I jerk—instinct.
Sean strokes my cheek. “You can take it. You’re our girl, aren’t you?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Huck stills, buried deep, while Wesley presses in from above. Slow in, slow out, short strokes building. Until I’m full.So full.And sweating. The pain gives way to something molten, something primal. Animal.
And altogether human. I’ve never felt more held in my life.
They move in sync, bodies pressed against mine, breath hot against my neck and shoulders. Sean thrusts, Huck backs up, Wes goes deeper. And then, they switch. Huck thrusts and pushes me forward, Wes pulls out, and I choke on Sean’s length. They speak over me, around me, through me.
“You’re so tight like this,” Wesley pants. “So damn greedy.”
“She takes us like she was built for it,” Huck groans.
“Shewas,” Sean says. “Look at her.”
I can’t speak. Can’t think. All I can do isfeel.That low heat in my belly fills me up, cell by fiery cell. The world aches for it. My orgasm hits like a detonation. Every nerve ending fires at once. I scream onto Sean’s cock as my body seizes around them. That’s all it takes.
Wesley loses it first, groaning as he spills into my ass, kissing the back of my neck. Huck follows with a low, reverent growl of curses, biting my shoulder as he pulses inside me. Sean waits.
After they step away, he pulls me into his lap and fists his cock, murmuring how beautiful I am, how perfect, howtheirs, until I reach between us, and straddle him without another thought.I’m messy from Wes and Huck, and that only turns me on more. The way Sean’s eyes light up upon entering me are enough to almost get me there again. And then he grabs my ass, bouncing me up and down his length until I come apart on him. He comes with a ragged breath, his face buried against my chest.
