All bets are off.She’s ours.Forever.
We’ve been playing for time since the moment she walked into our penthouse with those gorgeous eyes of hers and her pretty hair all neat and in place that made our cocks hard just thinking of the whisps of her hair brushing against our thickness as she took us into her gorgeous mouth.
The only thing that stopped us from claiming her that day in the penthouse was the fact that she looked like she was still a virgin.The way she reacted when we touched her, the pain of the intrusion of our fingers in her sweet, sweet pussy spilled from her eyes.
And fuck, we were consumed by her that day.We wanted to take it slow and make her ours forever, but she turned out to be Jake’s first-grade teacher.
Well, we definitely fucked that up epically.Although it changed nothing of the possessiveness she unearthed in all three of us.She’s meant to be ours.It’s not fucking coincidence; it’s fate that she arrived at our door, and tasting so delicious, she changed the course of our lives.
But we’re men of our word.We promised Harold we would do whatever it took to placate Tanya, but once that was done, Genevieve Quinn was ours.
“Excuse me,” she says, clearing her throat.“I would like to leave now, thank you very much.”
“We’re not letting you leave, Genevieve.”
“I...”she begins, her voice a little shaky, breathless.Her eyes widen now in confusion.She’s so fucking gorgeous.Dressed in her floral dress that reaches her ankles, the straps thick, the bodice hiding the most beautiful breasts we’d ever seen, touched, and sucked.
Her hair is tied into a ponytail and reaches down to her waist.The scent of her perfume that had driven us nearly mad the entire week makes us even harder now.
She drops her suitcase.Her breathing is so labored her chest heaves with each inhale and each exhale.Her lips quiver, her eyes sparkle so brightly she blinds us with her beauty.
“I...”she says again, and a tear spills from the very eyes she has us captivated with.
We grab her, pressing her to us, taking turns to kiss her until her lips swell in our mouths and our cocks threaten to burst through our jeans.
She clings to us desperately, and we can’t seem to hold her closer without crushing her body to us.At the back of our minds, we know we have to go slow.It’s her first time.But fuck, she’s so hot; we just want to bury our cocks in her wetness and feel her pulse around us, her walls quickening before she comes.
We can’t help ourselves.Our hands travel up her dress, inside her panties, to dip into her silken warmth and then to taste her off our fingers.It’s enough to give us the strength to scoop her up and carry her upstairs to one of the bedrooms, the one where we specifically bought a custom-made bed, one that was going to be big enough for us to share this woman for the rest of our lives on.
Once we have her upstairs, undressing her fucking ruins us.
Her body is perfection, and we kneel around her, kissing her, drawing her flesh into our mouths so that we can suck and leave our marks on her.
Ours.
We strip down too, and then we take a moment.
This is it.
She is it.
“On your knees, pretty girl,” Alex instructs her.
She doesn’t take her eyes off him as she slowly lowers herself onto her knees, a cushion already placed there for her comfort.
I undo her hair, and it flows like a river all around her.
“Open your mouth, sweetheart,” Jude says softly.
She does, her lips so perfect, her tongue so pink I want to kiss her all over again.
“Suck,” I say, but it’s a low groan, the word barely audible as our cocks twitch at the thought of feeling her wet heat engulf us.
And then she sends us straight to hell and being on fire never felt this good.Her mouth is so hot, but unsure and curious.She enflames us.The torture is so unbearable we thread our hands into her hair to hold her back, to remind ourselves to go slow, to take our time as we ease down her throat because nothing and no one will give us the same feeling ever again.
There’s no going back.
Fuck being bachelors when this woman walks this earth.
