I wish we were in a bed and could relax while we bask in the afterglow. I wish I could have this forever—
What the hell? I shake my mind from the warm blankets tempting it. Snuggling leads to conversations and intimacies I’m not ready for. A deep breath helps me accept the perfection of our business agreement.
Turning my head to Knox and Clyde, I say, “You two want to figure out who goes next?”
Nine
Knox
Clydegrins.“Savethebest for last, right?”
He’s taunting me to declare that I’m the best.
“All right. I guess I’m next.”
His mouth falls open when I don’t take the bait. He played himself with that one. He also underestimates my desire to make Isadora mine.
I was certain we were going to win her at the auction by pooling our resources. And even though the three of us planned on sharing her, she could have limited us to casseroles and cleaning.
All of us would’ve respected that decision, but I had no intention of letting her walk away after four hours. I had a whole game plan on how to woo her. And right now, I’m beside myself that she’s standing here, naked, offering her pretty little pussy to me. Soon she’ll know this is much deeper than just sex.
My plan involved sending her flowers, telling her how amazing the food she cooked was, and asking if I could take her on a date.
Of course, during the four hours of her donated time, I would have talked to her incessantly, much unlike my normal self, to find out as much information about her as possible.
Instead, I just watched her have sex with Luke, and it was oddly hot, but I want privacy, and not just because it will be my first time. I want to be the only thing in her world when we do it.
“That was pretty fast, Luke. Guess you have enough energy to go prep a campfire. Why don’t you help him, Clyde? We can snuggle up and toast s’mores after each of us make good on pleasing our Princess.”
I’ve never used that nickname with a woman. It generally comes across as silly to me, but I want to serve her, so I’m sticking with it.
Luke is hung up in his post-orgasm fog, barely lifting himself off of Isadora. “I’d like to see you hang on any longer. She’s meant for us. You’ll understand when you’re inside of her.”
Clyde is the one to shoot me down. “We can get a fire going later.”
Just as I didn’t take his bait, he’s not taking mine.
I try again, a bit more desperation in my voice. “Do you have wood collected?”
The transparency of my façade is doing nothing to insulate my intent.
He shakes his head and points a finger at me. “You remember how I was hoping to get her alone earlier? We’re not going to let you do it either.”
Luke takes a seat at the kitchen table. His cock is shiny with their mixed release, and still kind of hard. That’s hot. I shift my gaze to Princess. The white mixture dripping out of her sweet pussy ignites something in me.
Luke could have gotten her pregnant. She must be on birth control. She didn’t say anything.
My brothers and I would be good with getting her pregnant, but there’s a nagging in my core that I need to be the one to do it. The longer it takes to put my seed in her, the more of a head start Luke has on making the first baby.
She spins around, propping her elbows on the bar, acting oblivious to the cream pie I just witnessed. I drop to my knees in front of her.
“I want to know all the ways to make you happy. Tell me if I do this right.” I’ve watched plenty of videos, taking notes ever since seeing the information about her in the auction. There’s a learning curve to eating pussy, so I get started.
First, I use my thumb, sinking it into her slit, finding that swollen little nub that brings her pleasure. Her body language is easy to read, I don’t have to ask questions and she doesn’t have to verbalize answers. They’re revealed through every gasp, moan, and shudder.
Then I go for it with my mouth. It’s crazy that some people say, “Grab a mango and try,” but I can tell you, there is nothing like sinking your tongue into a woman’s pussy. The scent, the taste, the heat.
It’s decidedly not mango.