"Such a good girl," he said in a low growl that thrilled her to her curling toes. "But first you have to earn your reward."
She whimpered as he withdrew his finger and sucked off her juices right before her astonished gaze. They still managed to shock her on a regular basis, which only illustrated just how sheltered she'd been from men or dating in general. "On your knees, Penny," he directed softly and she slid to the floor before him. His erection rose like thick warm steel, bobbing with life as the head oozed a tiny drop of fluid. Penny didn't hesitate and simply slipped his erection into her mouth as she'd been taught. Before Nolan and Vince she'd never even seen a real penis - it'd seemed so sordid and perverted to satisfy her curiosity with pornography - so she'd simply buried her needs under layers of self-recrimination and guilt. The brothers had quickly stripped her of those silly layers to reveal the wanton woman she'd always suspected she was and in fact, she'd proven to be an able student in the art of sex.
Something her boys had certainly been delighted to discover.
Nolan threaded his fingers through her thick hair and groaned with appreciation as she lovingly took his member deep down her throat. The first time she'd tried that particular move, she'd embarrassed herself by gagging. The boys had laughed it off and assured her she'd been wonderful. Of course, that wasn't good enough by her standards and she'd endeavored to learn how to be the best. Quickly, Penny learned she was not only good with numbers, but pretty damn good with her mouth and tongue, too.
"Oh God, Penny," Nolan groaned, his skin becoming clammy as his arousal built. "God, that's it. Right there," he encouraged her in a raspy tone. "Yes, baby. Yes, don't stop. Just like that!"
Penny's core was like molten lava hearing Nolan groan and lose control. Usually she was the one losing her mind to their touch. It was incredibly hot to have the situation reversed. His grip tightened in her hair almost painfully but she didn't mind. In fact, the sharp pain increased her arousal almost to the point of losing her own focus. But suddenly, Nolan stiffened and he groaned loudly as her mouth filled with warm, salty cream. She quickly swallowed every last drop, then gently laved the tip until he was glistening but clean. She beamed with pride, knowing she'd managed to turn her big, strong man into a weak pussycat, at least for the moment. He collapsed on the bed and she climbed his body, nestling her heat on his spent member. She smiled down at Nolan, loving how boyish he always looked right after he'd finished.
"Feel better?" she asked.
He opened his eyes and smiled muzzily at her. "You have a gift," he admitted with a soft chuckle. "And yes, I do feel better."
"Happy to help."
"I bet you are," he said, regarding her with sated expression that she adored. He idly rolled her nipple between his fingers and she sighed with growing anticipation. "Are you happy with us?" he asked, causing her gaze to clear and furrow her brow at his question.
"Of course I am," she answered. Very happy. Except there were times when she felt terribly lonely, a voice reminded her. Not often though, she countered, squelching the voice and forcing a smile. "What's bothering you, Nolan? Is it me?"
He chuckled. "Darling, you're the best part about my day. No, it's not you," he assured her. "Just checking I guess."
She bit her lip, deciding to take a chance. "If you want to talk about something … I'm here for you. We don't have to … you know … " she actually blushed, still unaccustomed to speaking about sex so casually, even with Vince or Nolan. Habits were hard to break, especially moral judgments that her papa had instilled in her at a very early age. She tried not to think about how her Papa would react if he were alive, knowing that his only daughter had sold her "treasure" for a sum of money. A hefty sum, but sold nonetheless. But to be fair, no one had been busting down doors to claim her treasure until the Buchanan brothers had offered her their shocking and unorthodox proposal.
It'd been positively indecent. Was she bad that she'd jumped in with both feet?
Nolan grinned at her flush of embarrassment. "Do you mean you'd rather talk than fuck?"
She blushed harder. "No."
"Tell me what you want me to do to you," he said, his eyes darkening with lust as she squirmed against his request. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do."
Penny drew a halting breath and lost herself in his gaze. "I want … I want you to fuck me, Nolan. Please. I need you so bad. I'm wet just thinking about you inside me." Good God! Were those her words coming from her sinful mouth? Oh yes. Her chest rose and fell with the increase of her breathing as her heartrate kicked up a notch. She caught the quickening of his erection, the slow and steady plumping of his cock as he regained his strength, and she shuddered knowing what was to come.
"On your hands and knees, beautiful girl. Show me that gorgeous ass," he said, rising behind her. Penny hesitated, a spike of uncertainty at how he wanted to have her but she hastened to do as he instructed. She closed her eyes when she felt Nolan's hand smooth over the tender places on her bottom and alternately hoped he would be gentle and hoped he would take her like a back alley whore.
"Vince was rough," he observed softly, pausing on the slight bruising left behind.
"I'm okay," she said, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt liquid slicking her insides, readying her passage for his assault. "I need you, Nolan," she pleaded. "I've missed your touch."
His finger entered her passage and she sucked in a tight breath. "Honey sweet," he murmured with approval, moving his finger in and out in a slow, sensual movement that caused her to rock against his digit with her hips, pushing him deeper inside. "Tell me what a bad girl you are," he encouraged in a husky tone as he continued to slide his finger in and out in a torturous movement. She needed the thickness of his cock to stretch her, to force her to cum. His finger was simply teasing her.
She groaned and wiggled against him. "Please Nolan," she said impatiently, almost growling.
He shocked her with a light slap on her rear. The painful zing instantly caused her to arch her back and groan with both pain and pleasure. "Tell me," he demanded. "I want to know you deserve a good fucking, my darling."
"I'm so bad," she whispered, a tear surprising her as it slid free from her eye. "I'm as bad as they come. I've wanted to be fucked like this - owned - for so long but I was afraid to admit it."
"And now?" he asked in a deceptively sweet tone as he pinched the swollen nub of her clitoris. "Are you grateful to have found your Masters? Tell me how grateful you are."
"I'm so grateful," she gasped, more tears breaking free. She shuddered at the words flowing from her mouth, shocked at how it made her feel to admit such a thing. Was it wrong to feel so liberated while belonging to these men? She groaned and gave into the pleasure, refusing to let her brain ruin all the wonderful feelings cascading through her body in throbbing waves. "Ohhh, Nolan!" she cried as he rubbed her clitoris in slow, circular motions, using the slickness of her own fluids to intensify the pleasure.
"You're so responsive," he said. "Just as I imagined you would be. I used to watch you, sitting in your cubicle like a good little accountant, counting your ledgers and furtively sneaking glances at me and Vince, so desperate for our attention. You wanted our cocks so badly, didn't you?"
She nodded, her throat closing. Yes, she'd wanted them both. Desperately. "Yesss," she cried, too caught up in the moment to care how she sounded.
He shocked her by pulling her legs out from under her so she landed on her stomach with a grunt. He flipped her roughly and opened her thighs to his hot gaze. She stared at him, holding her breath. This was so unlike Nolan. Rarely was Nolan so crude, so hungry. His stare fastened on her dewed pink folds and she fought the urge to squeeze her thighs shut. She still wasn't entirely accustomed to being so openly desired. "What you didn't know, sweetness was how much we wanted you," he admitted in a hoarse voice, his lust binding his vocal cords until he sounded like an animal ready to tear apart its prey. "How many times I stroked my cock, wishing it were your mouth … your pussy. God, your hot, wet core is like heaven and I can't get enough. Ever!" His eyes darkened and he hooked his arms around her legs, bringing her quivering womanhood to his face, close enough to kiss. She shuddered, knowing what he was going to do to her. She was shaking with need. "It's my turn to make you moan, sweetness. You've certainly earned it."