Free Brooklyn Bound by Jenna Byrnes

sucked one nipple to a hot, red peak then switched to the other, rolling the first between his thumb and forefinger. She watched until she couldn’t stand the emotional overload and had to close her eyes.
    Another shattering orgasm ripped through her, but this one seemed to last forever. Floating on a cloud of ecstasy, she eventually rode it out and opened her eyes.
    Both men ceased their ministrations and kissed her thighs and belly while she refocused.
    “Damn, that was…amazing.”
    “Time to change places.” Tucker looked at Gabe. “Fuck her well, my friend. Give her a fast and hard orgasm, then slow your pace so we can draw this out.”
    “My pleasure.” Gabe moved between her legs and Tucker slipped out, pausing long enough to kiss her husband.
    Brook’s eyes were glazed but she had no doubts that the sweltering kiss they shared—Tucker’s chin slick with her juices—was hot. Gabe sucked the man’s tongue for precious long moments before they finally separated and he turned back to her. “Ready to be fucked, Brooks?” He swatted the side of her hip and it made a slapping sound.
    She groaned. “God, yes. Fuck me, Gabe. Hard, fast and deep.”
    He repositioned her ass and held a thigh in a hand. Her pussy was so wet, his steel-hard shaft had no trouble sliding in balls-deep. Once firmly seated, he paused to allow her a moment to acclimate. “Damn, you’re tight.”
    Tucker reached underneath and groped her ass cheeks. “With such a hot fucking ass, I could slap this until it’s beet red.”
    “Hey!” She made a face at him.
    He grinned, and as Gabe began his pounding rhythm, snapped a couple of strategically placed slaps on her bum cheeks.
    “Ow!” Brook complained at the sharp, stinging sensations.
    Tucker watched her face as he manipulated the abused flesh. “Want me to stop? Or would you like to see how good another slap or two would feel?”
    Torn and very close to another orgasm, she nodded. “Go ahead.”
    Gabe gritted his teeth as he ground into her.
    At some point she realized that while Tucker toyed with her, he was also toying with her husband, tugging his swinging balls, grazing them with his swats as he reddened her ass.
    Her man’s eyes rolled back, and she felt his warm heat pulse into her in spurts before he ground out, “I’m coming.”
    Brook cut loose with him, her third orgasm taking her higher than she could ever have imagined. She wondered for a moment what it said about her that she came harder when someone was slapping her butt, but she pushed the thought away. They were consenting adults, not hurting anyone, and it felt so good.
    She opened her eyes when she realized no one was moving or touching her. Gabe was still on top of her, but he was frozen like a statue, his face a mask of pleasure. She glanced around him and saw Tucker behind Gabe, doing something she couldn’t see. “What’s he doing?”
    Tucker chuckled. “I’ve got three fingers in your husband’s sweet ass, lovely Brooklyn. Once he accepts the fourth I intend to fuck him senseless, while he’s still inside of you.”
    The mental imagery was amazing. She almost wished she could be on that end to watch. Almost. But there was one small issue. “He already came.”
    “He’s going to come again,” Tucker said with certainty. “It’s been too long since he’s been fucked. He’s getting hard now with just my fingers inside him.”
    “I am,” Gabe gasped. “Oh God, I am.”
    “He wants me to ream his ass with everything I’ve got. No use blowing his next wad creaming the sheets. He’s going to come inside of you, beautiful Brooklyn, until your pussy is full and overflowing. Would you like that?”
    Her body shivered. “Oh yes.”
    Tucker’s laugh was low and throaty. “We’re switching, Mistress. You’re going to lie beneath us and take whatever we have to dish out, aren’t you? If we choose to fuck you senseless, we’ll fuck you until you’re raw. If we choose to spank your pure white