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“Darling, I have no doubts about that. Now strip.”

CHAPTER11

Pearl had never felt more nervous as she removed her clothes. Already she could feel herself becoming attached to her husbands, and while she wanted them both, she didn’t want to disappoint them.

What if she was lousy at having sex?

Lifting her dress over her head, she stared at Anthony. Then she removed her petticoats and finally her chemise. The door to the outside swung open and Wesley stepped into the room.

“Damn, darling, that’s a sight a man loves to see. Looks like you have her all ready, Anthony,” Wesley said.

“With her undressed, the sooner we can get started,” he said, grinning.

“Come on, darling, let’s go to the bedroom.”

She swallowed, nervous, yet eager to touch their bodies. Tonight was the night. Soon, she would no longer be a virgin. She would no longer be an innocent.

When they entered the room, Wesley pulled her into his arms and layered his mouth over hers. The kiss was deep and passionate with his lips commanding hers into capitulation.

And oh, how she wanted to give him everything.

When his lips released hers, he stared into her sapphire eyes. “Crawl on the bed and stick your ass up in the air with your head down on your folded arms. I want to stare at your ass as I undress.”

Letting out a deep breath, she did as he asked, the position intimidating and even a little humiliating with her ass exposed and so accessible.

Peeking between her arms, she saw their pants drop to the floor. Soon, very soon, they would claim her.

They would take her virginity and suddenly she felt frightened.

“Is this going to hurt?” she asked.

“Darling, we’re going to make your first time the most wonderful experience. It may sting a little when we break your hymen, but you’ll soon forget that there was any pain,” Anthony told her.

The feel of Wesley’s hand on her butt cheeks made her jittery, and yet all he did was run his palm over her globes. But he loved to give her spankings, and before the night was over, she was certain her buttocks would be red.

“Who is going to take me first?” she asked, knowing it was probably a question they would not answer, but she needed to know. Anthony would be gentle and yet firm while Wesley would be rougher.

And she enjoyed the touch of both men, so it didn’t matter, but she hoped Anthony would take her for the first time.

Wesley crawled onto the bed beside her and rolled her to her back. His mouth came down over hers, effectively shutting her up. As his lips moved over her mouth, Anthony moved between her legs, his fingers stroking her center, sending delicious tremors through her.

Wesley’s kiss had her clinging to him, his lips consuming hers, his tongue sweeping the inside of her mouth as fire raced through her. Oh, how she wanted and needed more from her two husbands.

The idea of two men was different, but she liked the fact that she would have the best of both worlds. One gentle and one wickedly rough.

As he kissed her, her nerves settled, and in their place, a hunger began to build.

When Wesley broke the kiss, she didn’t want him to stop. A growing heat blazed between her legs as she stared into his dark sandy eyes feeling like she was swirling out of control.

“Anytime, we don’t have you begging us to take you, then we haven’t done our job,” Wesley whispered. “Soon, you’ll be begging me or Anthony to put our cocks in you. Just like you did at the falls.”

His lips covered hers again and Anthony continued his assault on her senses as his fingers trailed through her folds, all the way to her crack. Lifting her legs, he pulled apart her buttocks and blew on that most private of spots, sending a swirling tornado of sensations through her all the way to her cunny.

“Anthony,” she gasped.

Fiery tingles of warmth swirled through her as Wesley moved his mouth to her breasts, sending prickles straight to her center as heat exploded there. Between Anthony’s fingers and Wesley’s mouth, a moan escaped from her lips.

“Darling, I can’t resist tasting your sweet pussy again.”


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