My sugar daddies

Mackenzie~I knew I was in trouble the second I got home. Good.My pulse hummed in my ears, my skin prickling with the unknown of what might happen there that night. My core tightened as I jammed the key in the lock, ignoring Justin’s honk in the long driveway behind me and the squeal of his tires as he drove off frustrated, pouting like the little boy he was, and probably nursing a serious case of blue balls.Also good.I wasn’t going to put out for a whiny jerk like Justin Carson. I never was going to, even if I’d let him take me out that night. But going out with the rude, douchey quarterback from the local college that night hadn’t been because Iwanted to go out with him, it’d been because I’d pretty much exhausted every single other idea I’d had.…It was because I’d already done everything else to try and push the man — or, really, if I was even ready to admit to myself yet, the men— I’d been lusting over for over a month into doing something.Anything.I’d never been like that b

Mackenzie~“Get in the house,” Wilder growled lowly.I felt my pulse beating hard beneath my chest at the powerful and commanding tone.“You can’t boss me around, you know,” I threw back.“You’re not my real—”“Get inside,” he hissed, and I shivered at the heat in his voice.“Fine!” I spat back, my whole body tingling with raw want. I pushed him aside and strode into the large entryway. “What are you gonna do,” I threw over my shoulder. “Punish me?”I sauntered in, storming right into the huge living room that I loved, lined with shelves and shelves of leather books. But the little grin on my face dropped when I realized Lincoln was sitting calmly on one of the large, opulent, leather sofas, and I blushed fiercely. The two of them had both been the focus of every single dirty fantasy and dream I’d had for the last month. But I’d seen Lincoln, even if it’d been blurred and steamy. And looking at him now, sitting back nursing a drink in dark jeans and a crisp white button-up, with his s

Mackenzie~I came three times that night. After what happened in the living room, and after feeling Wilder’s firm hands on my body and Lincoln’s heated gaze locked on mine, my entire core was on fire. I barely made it to my room before I slammed the door, locked it, and tore my clothes off. I didn’t even get my panties off before I fell into bed — ass up, face down into my pillows, and both hands buried between my legs.I came the first time in about thirty seconds. The second I took my time with, panting into my sheets as I imagined Wilder spanking me again, and this time pulling my panties to the side and running his fingers up and down my slippery, sticky pussy.I imagined Lincoln doing more than watching. I pictured him stroking himself the way I’d seen in the shower that day. I imagined him moving closer, his hand wrapped around his big, thick cock, touching me while Wilder did the same. The third time I came, my mind went to a place I’d barely ever gone before. That time, I fant

MackenzieThe sun blazed down onto my bare skin, but it was nothing like the heat pulsing between my legs. Filthy, naughty day dreams swirled through my head, mostly involving some porn-movie version of Lincoln coming out to the pool and just taking me any way he wanted to. Or then, my fantasies would switch to one where Wilder didn’t stop at just spanking me. Instead, in my head, he pinned me against the couch, pulled my panties to the side, and fucked me hard. My skin buzzed with electric heat, and I could feel my nipples straining against the thin fabric of the bikini top. Between my legs, I could feel the slippery heat soaking into my bikini bottoms, wetting them and making them cling to my pussy.I squeezed my thighs together, panting quietly at the sensations as I gripped the arm rests of the pool chair. The dirty sensations teased through me, made all the hotter by being right outside in the open, where anyone could see me. Something tingled down my back at the thought and I s

I wasn’t sure why I’d run from the room so fast. I guess because I didn’t want Wilder to “catch” me like that, with Lincoln’s cum still hot on my skin and trickling between my legs. What’d just happened with Lincoln had been everything I wanted. But then, I also had these confusing feeling for Wilder — feelings that were just as intense and heated as the ones I had for Lincoln.I bit my lip, sitting there in my room feeling my heart still racing and trying to make sense of the whirlwind of feelings I had for two men…Lincoln~I had to tell him. It wasn’t even a fucking question. Wilder was my best friend, and we were closer than brothers. Lying to him, or not telling him about what’d happened with Kenzie was just off the fucking table.I felt like an asshole though. Not for what’d happened with her —that had been incredible. What had happened when Mackenzie and I had crashed together had been something that’d been brewing for months — an unstoppable force of nature that I knew then ne