And she knew exactly how she wanted to expend it.
Charles helped her out of the tub. “See? You need to listen to us.
We can tell when you’re exhausted.”
“At least I don’t have to open the shop tomorrow.” On Black Friday, she didn’t leave her apartment unless it was an emergency.
She did a lot of her holiday shopping online, or earlier in the season before the stores got crowded. She couldn’t handle the additional stress of driving in holiday traffic, negotiating crazy, full parking lots, and threading her way through massive throngs of people.
She wrapped the towel around her after drying off. She slipped her arms around Charles’ waist and tucked her hands into the back pockets of his jeans. “I know what I’d like to do now, though.”
She rose up on her toes to kiss him, thrilling at the way the hard bulge in the front of his jeans sprang to life.
His hands brushed down her back, to her ass, where he grabbed her and pulled her body tightly against his. “You sure you have the energy, baby?”
“Uh-huh. I saved enough for you two.”
She loved the way he kissed her. The cousins were so much alike, but just different enough. Charles was teasing and playful, always 152 Tymber Dalton
leaving her wanting more no matter how thoroughly he kissed her.
Ken was passion on two legs, even the lightest of kisses sometimes leaving her breathless and feeling like she’d just had the romp of her life.
Charles scooped her up into his arms. “Time to put you to bed, little baker.”
Ken called out from the kitchen. “She feeling frisky?”
“Yeah,” Charles called back as he carried her into the bedroom.
“She was trying to hump me in the bathroom.”
She lightly swatted his chest. “I was not.”
He dropped her onto the bed and met her gaze as he started unbuckling his belt. “You were ready to climb and ride me like a pony,” he teased.
He kicked off his sneakers and socks before he shoved his jeans down and off. The outline of his rigid cock pressed against the fabric of his briefs. They, too, joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor.
He pulled his shirt off, leaving her sighing at the sight of the lean muscles rippling across his chest. He straddled her on the bed and pulled the towel away. Then Ken walked into the room.
“Starting without me?”
Charles leaned in and nibbled the hollow of her throat. “Yep. You don’t show up on time, you don’t get any.”
She poked him in the thigh. “Be nice. You have to share.”
“I don’t mind sharing,” he said. “But I’m not waiting on him, either.” His cock stood out hard and proud, a pearly drop of pre-cum already awaiting her tongue at the slit in the engorged head.
Ken laughed and started undressing. “I’m here, I’m here.”
She wrapped her fingers around the silky heat of his cock and gently tugged. “Come here and I’ll take care of something for you.”
He grinned and moved up her body so she could reach his cock with her mouth. When the head slid past her lips, both of them moaned, him at the sensation, and her at the taste and feel of his hot It’s a Sweet Life 153
flesh.
She felt the bed dip. Then Ken pushed her legs apart. “I know what’ll keep me busy.”
Libbie couldn’t help but moan again as Ken used his thumbs to spread her labia apart, exposing her clit to his eager mouth. He blew hot breath across it, teasing her and turning her eager moans into plaintive whines.
Charles shifted position again, giving him the angle he needed to take over and fuck her mouth. “Just lay there and take it, baby.” His voice sounded thick with need. “We’re going to do all the work for you.”
She relaxed her lips, flicking her tongue over his glans with every stroke. Charles knew exactly how deep to thrust without gagging her.
Soon, as Ken started sucking on her clit in earnest, Charles was fucking her mouth, his balls lightly bouncing against her chin with every stroke.
He reached for and found her hands, lacing his fingers through hers and pinning them to the bed over her head. That only served to ratchet her passion up another notch. They’d quickly learned how her body responded when they took total charge, pinning her to the bed and having their way with her.
She loved it.
Libbie imagined what she must look like, held down by two hunks and being both serviced and used without any say in the matter. It was that thought that triggered her first orgasm.
Charles leaned forward, his weight pressing her deeper into the bed as he quickened his pace. “That’s it, baby. Give him another one.
I want to shoot my cum down your throat while you’re screaming around my cock.”
His sexy tone was all it took to trigger the second one. And scream she did when Ken began finger-fucking her with two fingers as he lightly nipped her clit.
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tongue. He buried his cock deep inside her mouth, forcing her to swallow even as she tried to scream her pleasure.
Ken wouldn’t stop, however, forcing her body through wave after wave of pleasure. Charles’ cock softened and he withdrew, but he didn’t let go of her hands. “Take it, baby,” he hoarsely said. “Loud as you want. You take it from him. You take every bit of it.”
It felt like she floated free from her usual cloak of pain and fatigue as Ken stepped up his efforts, adding a third finger to her soaking cunt and slamming his hand against her pussy with each stroke even as his mouth tormented her swollen clit.
She rode yet another orgasm, startled midway when the men suddenly released her and changed position. She heard one of them yank the bedside table drawer open and rummage around. Charles knelt over her chest, his legs pinning her arms to the bed. Ken grabbed her legs and spread them farther apart.
She felt a condom-clad cock spear her core, making her gasp with pleasure.
Then she heard a click and didn’t have time to fully process it was the sound of the Hitachi firing up on high speed when Charles pressed it firmly against her clit.
Her world exploded. She let out a cry, unable to move as her cunt walls squeezed Ken’s cock.
“Holy fuck,” he gasped. “Don’t stop,” he told Charles. “Keep her coming.”
He fucked her hard and fast as her cries turned into sobs. They held her immobile and unable to escape the vibrator as wave after wave of blindingly intense ecstasy drilled through her body.
Charles used one hand to twist her nipples, triggering even more biting pleasure. “Take it, baby,” he ordered. “Keep coming for us.”
She gasped for air between her cries. The men had learned not only did she love it when they fucked her hard and deep, it didn’t hurt her. Their timidity had eased up, and they enjoyed forcing her to come until they were satisfied she’d had enough.
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“You love this, don’t you?” Ken asked, ramming his cock home.
“You love being our sweet plaything, don’t you? Poor Libbie, forced to come while being fucked. Poor, sweet girl.”
That only made her come harder, and they knew it was the result they’d get.
Ken could have been fucking her for minutes or days, she didn’t know. Her world shattered until all she could focus on was breathing through each intense wave of pleasure Charles forced her to take with the Hitachi.
He slung her legs over his shoulders and held on to her thighs.
“Take it deep, baby. Like you want to. Take my cock.”
Her fingers clawed at the bed, the only movement she could make besides thrashing her head back and forth. She felt utterly helpless and completely owned as he drove his cock into her.