Page 16 of Her Honey Pot (Sweet Treats 3)

“It’s beautiful here,” I say sincerely, stepping inside. The door shuts behind us, and the men growl.

“Not as beautiful as you,” says Rex.

“You’re worth it,” affirms Tex. “Now, Marni. Are you ready?”

I bite my lip and turn back toward them.

“I am,” is my soft reply. “What do I do?”

Slowly, the men begin to unfasten their cuff links. I watch as black jackets drop to the floor, followed by their white dress shirts. The air hitches in my throat because Tex and Rex are mouth-wateringly gorgeous. Their bronzed chests are sculpted and defined, the skin tanned and smooth. Hard pectoral muscles lead down to visible six pack abs, and I swallow thickly as the men begin unfastening their trousers.

“Oh my god,” is my breathless cry.

They grin at me, blue eyes gleaming.

“Is that a good sign or a bad one?”

I merely swallow again, unable to tear myself from the massiveness that’s revealed.

“We’ll take that as a good sign,” laughs Tex as he drops his boxers to the ground. After all, the thick, throbbing meat that’s been revealed has me panting with need. They’re both at least ten inches, with deep purple helmets and stiff, thick shafts that beg to be licked. The tips are already gleaming with seed, and my knees wobble as I grab onto a bedpost to steady myself.

“You like it,” muses Rex with amusement.

“She likes it a lot,” adds Tex, kicking his clothes away. “But now, Marni, it’s time for show and tell. Do you want to undress yourself, or should we help you?”

I stare at these Greek gods not even fifteen feet away from me. How did I get so lucky? Most women’s first times are a mess of fumbling hands, premature bursts, and sweaty limbs. By contrast, I can feel that I’m going to have a good time with Tex and Rex. They’re going to own me so thoroughly that by the end, I won’t even remember my own name.

“I can do it myself,” I breathe. “Just give me a sec.”

The men grin, and with trembling hands, I reach for the zip on my dress. It’s a little hard to get back there, but then my finger catches hold and I manage to pull it down. The red velvet dress parts like it’s split in two, slowly easing over my generous curves. It drops to my feet, leaving me in nothing but a red demi-bra and matching lacy panties.

“Red, hmm?” asks Rex, his blue eyes glued to my creaminess. “I like it.”

“It makes you look even more delectable,” rasps Tex, his pole jerking a bit in the air. “Like a cherry ready to be plucked.”

I laugh breathily, trying to suck in my stomach for these gorgeous alpha males. They’ve been with dozens of teen girls, and are probably used to petite women with bones like birds.

But the men see what I’m doing and frown.

“No, sweetheart. We love curves. If anything, it makes you even more beautiful and desirable,” growls Tex, his eyes drinking me up.

Then, Rex’s pole shudders in the air with need.

“You look gorgeous curvy, and if anything, you’d look even better with another twenty pounds,” he rasps, never taking his gaze from the vee between my thighs. “I can see that you’re shy, baby girl, but there’s nothing to be shy about. Not when you’re bountiful and ripe like this.”

Their words wash over me like a balm, and I exhale with relief. I hadn’t even been aware that I was holding my breath, but now that Tex and Rex have voiced their approval, I feel so much more at ease.

“Come and get it then, Daddies,” I coo. “I’m ready.”

The men are on their knees before me at once. Tex latches onto my right nip and a tingle runs straight from the tip to my sweetest spot.

“Oooh!” I gasp. “Oh god!”

He grunts with pleasure, sucking even harder while twisting the other nip with his hands. The corkscrew motion makes me shudder and gush, mewling softly.

Meanwhile, Rex kneels before me and gently runs his tongue up my plump furrow through the lace of my panties.

“You’re wet,” he grunts after he’s done. “Sopping in fact.”

It’s true because in the next second, he reaches for the crotch of my panties and pulls it away from my steaming folds, revealing the plump fullness of my lips. Gently, he leans forward to tongue the swollenness there, lightly running up one side before coming down the other. I cry out, long and low, with need.

“Oh god Rex,” I pant. “That feels so good.”

My knees have gone jelly-like, and the men pick me up and deposit me on the mattress, generous curves bouncing. Then Rex positions himself between my thighs again, giving me slow delicious licks while Tex goes back to work on my rosy red nips.

“Mmm!” I cry out, squirming a bit below them. My back arches and I toss my head as electricity pulses through my form. “Yes!”

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