Free Brooklyn Bound by Jenna Byrnes Page A

ass, we may do that too. And maybe, if you’re a really good submissive, we’ll both fuck you at the same time. One in your pussy and the other in your ass. Would you like that?”
    She was close to coming at his words. Brooklyn’s head thrashed back and forth. “Yes, Master. Please, fuck me now!”
    “Such a slut! Damn, how lucky am I to have two gorgeous sluts who love to fuck as much as I do.” A loud slapping sound rang out and Gabe groaned. “You ready for my cock, slut? You think you can take it all?”
    “Try me,” Gabe groaned, grabbing the sheet on either side of her and hanging on.
    Brook heard the crinkling of the foil wrapper, then watched with amazement as Tucker impaled her husband’s ass with his monster cock. She couldn’t see the actual deed—would have paid real money for a mirror on the ceiling at that moment—but seeing Gabe’s face was good enough.
    His expression of honest to God pain was quickly replaced by something different, something Brook herself was just now learning about. Red hot, burning desire, so close to pain the two emotions mingled, mixed, warred with each other until pleasure won out and the bearer was rewarded with a climax so intense, he or she would beg to get it again, pain and all. Gabe was there, she could see it in his clouded eyes as he stared at her.
    “Find a rhythm, now,” Tucker slapped Gabe’s ass again. “Fuck that pussy while I’m fucking your hot hole. Move with me, ride with me, fuck her with me… And when I give the word… Come with me. You got that?”
    “Oh yeah,” Gabe panted. “Fuck yeah.”
    Another slap, another grimace, followed by more pounding and pressure than Brook had ever felt in her life. She came twice before Tucker demanded that the men come in unison and they did, grunting and groaning and spilling seed into every available hole.
    They collapsed in a heap on top of her. “Can you breathe?” Gabe whispered.
    “I’m fine,” she answered dreamily. “Don’t even think of moving yet. Feels too damned good.”
    She watched Tucker kiss everywhere he could reach on Gabe’s back and neck, at the same time that he smoothed a hand through her hair. “You two are simply amazing. Thank you for letting me be myself with you. I know my language is somewhat coarse during sex, but I believe that adds to the pleasure. I hope you feel the same way.” He pulled out and went to dispose of the condom.
    Gabe kissed Brook gently then rolled off to her side and settled there.
    Tucker returned and she patted her other side. He curled up with them on the big bed.
    Wrapping an arm around each of them, she sighed. “It is coarse in the light of day, but when it’s happening it feels so right and sounds so natural. I mean, I don’t think I’d be cool with someone calling me a slut outright. But when you said it…”
    He chuckled. “It was all part of the role-play. I told you I’m not bound to the Master/slave stuff, but sometimes I really get off on the down and dirty of it.”
    Gabe grinned. “I never thought I’d get off on a spanking, either. But fuck me if that didn’t add something to it.”
    Tucker smiled over Brook at him. “I’ve got lots more little tricks I’d love to show you both. To share with you. You’re both so expressive and willing. God damn if I’m not as happy as a pig in shit right now.”
    She glanced at Gabe. “I guess I’m willing, as long as we don’t get too far out there. I mean, this was great.”
    “It’ll all be great,” Tucker assured them. “I promise you’ll love it, or we won’t do it again. Deal?”
    She nodded and saw her husband do the same.
    “Tucker…” Gabe planted his chin on her shoulder to see the man. “Why aren’t you with someone? You’ve got so much to offer. I can’t imagine guys aren’t beating down your door.”
    He guffawed. “Not hardly, but then I haven’t really been looking, either. I was with someone, but it ended about a year ago.”
    Brook ran a hand through