Page 53 of Married to the Beasts
My brothers and I screech to a halt in the doorway. We’ve seen women wearing stuff like this before, of course, but no one has ever looked as good as Hazel does.
I’ve never wanted someone so badly.
“It’s about time you got here, boys.” Her voice is kittenish, too, but then she erupts into giggles, unable to fully inhabit the role the outfit suggests, and I love her all the more for that.
She’s our Hazel, always real and fully herself. Well, except when she’s bent over my knee, pretending to be a naughty student.
When I wipe the drool from my mouth, I say, “Holy fuck, are you trying to give us all heart attacks?”
“Do you like the outfit?”
Conal stalks toward her and tackles her onto the bed. “Jesus Christ, Hazel!”
Her laughter turns into moans as the three of us surround her. I bite at one of the straps on her belt, then lick her luscious thigh. “I usually want to get you out of your clothes as soon as possible, but this can stay on for a while.”
“Agreed. We can just move it out of our way.” Rafe slides his fingers into the barely-there panties and quickly makes the wet spot bigger.
I shift around so that I can kiss her smiling lips. “You’re our fallen angel.”
“I’ll order some wings for you tomorrow,” Conal murmurs as he teases one of her nipples through the bra.
“I didn’t know you’d get quite so excited about the lingerie,” Hazel says.
“It’s not the lingerie, babe. It’s you,” Conal says.
“Hundred percent, but I love that you wanted to wear this for us,” Rafe says.
We decide that’s enough talking, and the room goes quiet, except for the sounds of kissing, licking, sucking, and a lot of moaning. After we get Hazel off several times, she insists on turning the tables, and we’re each treated to the sexiest view ever as she sucks our cocks.
Oh, did I mention she has red lipstick on? Images from tonight are going to be imprinted in my brain until the end of my days.
I’m ready to go again by the time she’s got that gorgeous mouth on Rafe’s cock, so I line up behind her, slide the narrow strip of fabric aside, and stroke her pussy. She wiggles her ass when I do, and I feed my sheathed cock into her hungry pussy, groaning at how amazing she feels.
She falters for a moment, then keeps right on sucking my brother off as I start to stroke into her. I take it easy at first, but after she makes Rafe come, I take her how I want, harder and deeper, rough enough to make the big bed shake.
She cries my name like she’s begging for mercy, but she meets my thrusts like she can’t get enough. When I smack her ass, she screams louder. “Oh god, oh fuck, Bron! Fuck! Oh, god, spank me again!”
I do, two more times, then I reach around to gently pinch her clit until she falls apart beneath me. She comes hard, her pussy squeezing my cock like it’s never going to let go, and there’s no way I could hold back, even if I wanted to.
I fucking see stars as I pour everything I’ve got into her. I feel things I swear I’ve never felt before, as our beautiful fallen angel takes me to heaven and back.
The night continues until all of us are thoroughly spent and exhausted. Actually, we guys could keep going, but we take mercy on Hazel, wanting to make sure she’ll be up for more of the same every night to come—and in the morning, too.
We collapse together in the bed and sleep like babies.
RAFE
In the morning, we wake Hazel with nuzzles and touches, until she’s ready for more. The lingerie is long gone, but she’s more beautiful than ever, her hair thoroughly disheveled, her body ripe and ready for us.
We lose track of time, and it’s late when we’re all finally showered and ready to go downstairs.
Back in the studio, the three of us are buzzed and attack our work with more energy than ever.
Conal starts improvising a new song, an upbeat hard-rock number. Then he starts adding the lyrics:
Gotta be free, free to love
like the stars that shine up above
