Free Given by Ashlynn Monroe

wasn’t afraid, and to her secret shame, she
wanted what his cock could give her. The feeling building within her was wonderful. Brax’s hand continued its magical motion, and her
body wanted more, as if she were on the verge of something amazing.
    “Are you cool with me?” He sounded worried.
    “Please, DeAnthony , I want…” She
didn’t know what she wanted, but his beautiful wide smile told her she’d said
the right words to alleviate the tension between them.
    He lowered himself and placed a kiss on her stomach. She
groaned. His eyes looked up into hers. Mal began to play with her nipples, and Brax’s hand pushed her higher and higher toward the
pinnacle of the sensations her body reveled in. She knew there was more,
instinctively. This was so much better than she’d hoped for, this was great.
    DeAnthony kissed her stomach
again, and then the tip of his hard cock nudged her pussy. She tried to widen
her legs, but they were already as wide as they’d go without pain. He pushed
inside her, widening her tight, slick sheath. He didn’t just stop as Damon had, instead, his hips began trusting back and forth. She
felt his hardness slam all the way to the deepest place inside of her.
    “Ah, baby.” He moaned. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
    “No, please don’t stop. I’m just so…damn it, please I need
it!”
    He grinned. His hard, fast pumps made her feel exquisite. Brax moved his hand away, and she vaguely wondered if he’d
lost feeling in it, then her mind thought of nothing as sensations washed over
her from head to toe. Bliss, real and good—she came. Screaming.
    “Yes! DeAnthony ! Yes!” Her hips
bucked up to meet his thrusts. “Damn!” She never swore, but whatever filter she
possessed fled as she bore down on her scream making a primal cry that startled
her. She couldn’t believe she was making those sounds, or relishing Giving Day.
Krista whimpered as the tidal wave that’d sweep her out to sea began washing
her back onto the shores of reality.
    Jared continued to brush her hair out of her face and off
her sweaty forehead tenderly. She’d have to give the young doctor props on his
bedside manner. Mal had removed his hands from her breasts, but she couldn’t
remember when. DeAnthony’s body stiffened and he
cried out, and then collapsed on top of her. He laced his fingers through hers
and they lay panting companionably for a moment.
    “You should get off of her. You’ve got to be heavy.” Brax mumbled the command half-heartedly. The boss man
seemed deflated. Krista glanced up at him.
    “Are you— ”
    “No,” he cut off her question.
    She felt hurt, but couldn’t pinpoint the reason. The other
men gave him curious looks. She could see he was still hard, and a droplet of
fluid even leaked from the tip of his penis. She bit her lip.
    “Are you mad?” She hated asking, but she wanted harmony.
Airing a grievance immediately would avoid a repeat occurrence.
    “No.” His eyes softened when he looked at her. “You’ve had
enough. You’ve been satisfied, and for now, it’s time to give you a break.
Hell, I don’t want to try to follow that performance anyway, I’d never be able
to read the reviews later.”
    “What reviews?” Krista panicked. Did men report the results
of Giving Day somewhere?
    Brax chuckled. “Never mind, no
real reviews. I just don’t want these knuckleheads thinking I can’t make you
scream like that. I can wait my turn. I want…I guess I’m feeling a little
old-fashioned all of a sudden. I want to be memorable.”
    “Damn, I’d say this whole night has been memorable,” DeAnthony interjected. “I’m going to
remember this fondly for the rest of my life.” He placed a kiss on Krista’s
forehead, holding his lips against her skin for a lingering moment. When he
pulled back, his eyes stared deeply into hers. “Thank you,” he muttered.
    She gave him a half-smile. “You’re welcome. I think I should
be thanking you.” All the men laughed, but