Page 46 of Single Mom's Firemen

Theirs, too, on account of my hands moving in equal rhythm. A tee shirt here, a pair of jeans there. Soon enough, the four of us are naked, liquid heat trickling down the inside of my thighs as Chase closes his lips around my left nipple while Eric takes the right one. Wyatt gets behind me, his hand slipping between my legs, finding me wet and ready for them.

“You’ve got us, and we’ve got you,” he says.

I moan as his fingers probe my entrance, stretching, penetrating, inching deeper until I push my ass back into him.

He bites into the side of my neck while I rest my head on his strong shoulder.

It quickly escalates from there.

The frenzy is uncontrollable. The air between us is thick and laced with sexual tension. Chase sucks my nipple harder and harder until the sting makes me cry out, but it only serves to turn him on even more, taking over both of my breasts for a deliciously agonizing minute.

Kneading my flesh, he fondles and nibbles on my perky tips while Wyatt wedges his cock between my legs. Moving back and forth, glazing his shaft with my liquid arousal, he creates a friction that teases my clit, bringing me closer to an edge I long to fall over.

“Bend over,” Eric commands me.

“Yes, sir,” I reply, like the good girl that I promised I’d be for them.

“Take us both,” he says, as he and Chase offer me their cocks—magnificent giants throbbing with desire, their heads glistening with precum.

I do as I’m told. First, I gently massage their rock-hard balls while their eyes darken to match the color of the night sky, lips parted as ragged breaths escape their throats. In the meantime, Wyatt rubs the tip of his erection against my clit, adding more pressure. I’m so close.

“I love how big you are,” I whisper and take Chase and Eric’s cocks, fingers wrapped tightly around the base as I take turns with each.

They slide in my mouth with wonderful ease, and I taste the salty precum before I let them go deeper. Relaxing the back of my neck, I loosen my jaw as much as I can. It takes an effort with such girth, but the pleasure I derive from this is equal to the pleasure I see simmering in their smoldering gazes.

Their moans of passion are like music to my ears.

My own moans catch up as I come with a mouthful of Eric while squeezing Chase tighter and tighter. They lose their minds and I unravel, sucking them faster until they take over. Chase grabs me by the head and plunges himself deeper, fucking my mouth into oblivion just as my pussy ripples in the sweetest ecstasy.

“That’s it, angel,” I hear Wyatt growl as he digs his fingers into my hips and fills me to the brim. I want to say something, anything, but Chase and Eric keep my mouth busy.

Wyatt’s hand comes around and finds my tender nub, rubbing it most viciously. I cry out, briefly pulling my lips away from Chase’s magnificent cock as Wyatt pushes me into pure madness.

He pounds into me, over and over again, while teasing my clit until the second orgasm has my legs shaking and him coming hard, filling me with his seed. At the same time, Chase and Eric take over my mouth, sharing me for their unadulterated pleasure.

I can feel them pulsating against my tongue. I need this, now more than ever, so I stroke them from top to bottom, tighter and faster while suckling their heads one after the other. I press my tongue against the tips.

“Fuck, Halle, you’re getting too good at this,” Eric gasps as he comes in my mouth.

I welcome every drop, swallowing and smiling, my gaze locked on his just as Chase comes in for his turn. Wyatt descends from his own slice of heaven to watch along with Eric as I hold on to Chase’s cock, stroking with both hands until his seed spurts out and splashes onto my tongue. I swallow again, utterly sated.

I’m not done with them yet and judging by the still hungry looks in their eyes, they’re not done with me, either. If anything, we’re just getting started. They caress every inch of my body, kissing me all over. Breasts. Back. Shoulders. Belly. My slick folds, in particular. As I take turns sucking them, they take turns licking me.

Once we’re done, the four of us lay in bed, trying to recover our senses. Bodies glistening in sweat and afterglow. My pussy tender from a glorious pounding. My breasts reddened by their savage kisses. A handful of rose-colored hickeys sprinkled all over my body. But I am safe. I am happy, if only for this precious moment.

I am well aware of the danger lurking outside the door, but for right now, I am wrapped in the arms of not one, not two, but three extraordinary men who have taken it upon themselves to protect me, to cherish me, and to fuck me until I’m breathless.

I am tired of running.

I can’t see an immediate solution for my troubles with Colby, though.

I know Eric, Chase, and Wyatt won’t let me run away again. They won’t let me out of their sight. They refuse to yield before a man who has made others suffer. A man who has killed more than once.

Perhaps everything will change for the better. Perhaps, in this particular case, fighting fire with fire is the only way to save me and my children. Colby Nash is a murderer, not just my psychopathic, narcissistic ex-husband. But the Danson brothers have killed, too. They understand the concept of necessary killing, of strategy and survival.

That’s what this is about.

My survival.

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