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“What will people say? Mrs. Peace? The
hands?” Chloe asked, afraid to hope that she could have it all.

“Everyone who works on this ranch and Jack’s
all knows that he and I are lovers. I wouldn’t have hired them if I
couldn’t trust them to keep our secrets. We needn’t worry what the
rest of the world thinks. We can live very privately on all of this
land. You only have to say yes.”

Antoine pulled her closer until she stood
between his open legs.

“How could I ever be so lucky to find the
both of you? To love you? And to have you love me? Of course I’ll
say yes.”

Chloe leaned down slowly and sealed her
promise with a kiss. It had been months since she’d felt the
softness of Antoine’s lips, but they still tasted the same. Sinful.
Seductive. She turned and did the same to Jack, marveling at the
different texture.

They all got up from the table together and
went upstairs.

Antoine took the time to light the candles in
the room and a fire in the hearth. He was the more romantic of all
of them, and Chloe appreciated the gesture. She should have been
nervous, but her heartbeat was steady. She knew this was right.
Right for all of them.

Jack came up behind her and ran his hands
down the length of her arms, pulling her close to his front so she
could feel his erecting digging into her bottom. Chloe moaned and
leaned her head back against him. His hands moved over her slowly,
touching her everywhere, and following every hollow of her
curves.

He let her wrap fall to the floor, and his
fingers made quick work of the tiny buttons at her throat. He
spread the nightgown open and palmed her breasts. They were plump
and heavy with need as he molded them. She let the sleeves of her
gown fall down her arms, so she was completely bare from the waist
up.

Chloe lifted her head and her breath caught
at the sight of Antoine. He sat in a chair by the bed, completely
relaxed, completely nude. He held his prick in his hand and pumped
it slowly as he watched his lovers through hooded eyes. She moved
her hips and the nightgown fell all the way to the floor. The
desire in Antoine’s eyes couldn’t be faked. He wanted her.

Chloe turned in Jack’s arms and began to
undress him. She pulled his shirt swiftly over his head and pushed
his trousers to the floor. His cock stood fully erect, the veins
thick and his head dark with desire. She quickly reversed their
positions so it was she who stood behind him instead of the other
way around.

Antoine’s gasp at the sight of Jack made her
pussy clench. She cupped Jack’s balls in one hand and gripped his
shaft with the other, massaging and pumping until a crystal clear
drop appeared at its tip.

Antoine’s breathing grew heavy and he slid
off the chair onto his knees. He crawled slowly across the floor
until he sat at Jack’s feet.

“Do you want to taste?” Chloe asked him,
running her finger down the underside of Jack’s cock and collecting
the tiny drop onto her finger.

“Yesss,” Antoine whispered.

Chloe moved in front of Jack and knelt down
so she faced Antoine. She leaned forward and traced his lips with
her tongue before bringing her finger up and rubbing the salty come
from Jack’s prick across his lips.

Antoine moaned, and Chloe quickly joined her
lips with his so they shared Jack’s taste together. Their tongues
collided and the passion of months of separation built between
them. She pressed hard against him so his cock pressed just at the
top of her pubic bone. She felt Jack at her back running his finger
from the nape of her neck all the way down to the lips of her pussy
and then back up again. She was too close to the edge with so much
stimulation, so she broke the kiss and stood up. She moved to the
bed and propped herself against the pillows.

Both of their gazes followed her and she
splayed her legs wide so they could see how wet she was for them.
She ran the tip of her finger along the inside of her petals, just
avoiding her clit at every pass. Antoine turned back to Jack and
crawled forward, but Jack kept his eyes on her.

Chloe gasped with delight as Antoine took
hold of Jack’s cock and licked the tip. Jack shuddered and closed
his eyes with pleasure. She watched as they lost themselves to each
other, as Antoine took Jack inside his mouth and pleasured him with
suction and his tongue. Antoine was able to fit Jack’s cock
entirely in his mouth, something she’d never managed to do. Jack
thrust into Antoine’s face over and over again and then pulled back
out of his lover’s embrace quickly, his chest heaving and his prick
on the verge of release.

Jack closed his eyes and controlled his
breathing, and when he opened them they landed hotly on Chloe. He
joined her on the bed and kissed his way up her legs until he was
able to breathe in her arousal. She scooted down on the bed, and
Jack put his hands beneath her ass, lifting her to his face. He
didn’t start slowly. He devoured her. Using his mouth and tongue he
brought her quickly to a screaming climax.

As she came down from the pleasure, Chloe
felt the bed dip down beside her. She opened her eyes and reached
for Antoine as he brought his cock to her face. Jack began licking
her slowly, and she settled back into the covers as Antoine
straddled her face. She took his sac in her mouth gentle, nibbling
and licking before kissing her way up his shaft. She opened her
mouth wide and let him thrust his length to the back of her throat.
She grabbed onto his ass and held on as he fucked her mouth with
long, slow strokes.

Jack’s mouth stopped at her pussy and she
groaned around Antoine in protest. But his mouth was soon replaced
by the head of his penis. He pushed into her cunt slowly just as
Antoine did the same to her mouth. The sensation was overwhelming.
Jack propped her legs over his shoulders and entered her deep,
bottoming out in the back of her womb and causing the contractions
to start deep inside her. The orgasm was slow and swelled over her
entire body, unlike the first one he’d given her with his tongue
that had been like a flash of lightning.

“God, you’re squeezing me so tight,” Jack
said. “I don’t want to come yet.” He pulled out as her tremors
faded. Antoine did the same and she whimpered at the sudden
emptiness of her body.

Antoine picked her up in his arms and kissed
her passionately—gently—and then passed her to Jack so he could do
the same.

“We’re going to fill you up,” Jack whispered
roughly in her ear. “Body and soul. Are you ready for us?”

“Yes,” Chloe moaned. “I want you both.
Always. Please.”

Jack straddled her legs over his cock and
suckled her breasts, paying attention to each one. Chloe slid down
his cock to the hilt and followed Jack down as he lay flat on the
bed. She ground herself against him slowly while savoring his
mouth. His fingers were grasped her hips hard enough to leave
bruises, but the pain was welcome.

Antoine knelt behind her and nibbled at her
neck. His chest hair tickled her back, and she shivered as he
kissed his way down her spine, and then further below. He licked at
her puckered star, relaxing her with the strokes of his tongue.
Every so often he’d move a little lower and Jack would shudder
beneath her, and she knew Antoine’s tongue was pleasure Jack as he
stroked in and out of her. The torture went on for what could have
been hours until she was begging for more.

“Please, please, I want both of you inside of
me. I need you both.”

Antoine’s hand pushed against her lower back
until she lay flat against Jack, and he moved up close behind her,
rubbing his prick up and down the crack of her ass, lubricating it
with her juices. Jack stopped thrusting and she relaxed as Antoine
pushed inside her anus. He stretched her full and she let out the
breath she’d been holding when the head of his cock pushed past the
tight ring.

“Fuck,” Antoine said. “So tight. I can feel
Jack throbbing through the other side. I’m not going to last
long.”

“Hurry, hurry,” Chloe demanded. “I want all
of it.”

“As you wish.” Antoine pushed his entire
length into her with one thrust, and that was all it took for Chloe
to start coming. Her whimpers turned into screams as they pistoned
in and out of her in tandem, working together to find the ultimate
pleasure.

Jack stiffened beneath her and yelled out his
orgasm. His hot seed pulsed inside of her, and it wasn’t long
before Antoine’s come filled her other hole. Antoine collapsed on
top of her, but she was too elated to notice his weight. She was
safe and warm between her lovers, their cocks softening inside of
her.

Antoine kissed the back of her neck and then
leaned down to kiss Jack. She watched as their lips touched
softly—lovingly—and their sighs were filled with happiness. Antoine
moved back and pulled out of her slowly. Jack rolled with her to
the side and did the same. She felt empty without them, but at the
same time fuller than she’d ever been. They shifted her so they
could pull back the covers and settle themselves on either side of
her.

“That was amazing,” Chloe said sleepily.
“Maybe we could do it again soon.”

“For the rest of our lives,” Jack said.

Chloe smiled as she felt Antoine’s prick
already hardening against her thigh at the thought. Contentedness
settled over her heavy limbs, and for the first time in her
life—her body pressed between her two lovers—she felt as if she
were truly home.

Here’s an excerpt of DOMINATING GRACIE. A new erotic
novella by Liliana Hart.

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Chapter One

Gracie McGuire liked it rough.

So you can imagine her disappointment when
her current lover continued to plunge in and out of her body with
all the enthusiasm and finesse of a lame horse put out to pasture.
Her lover’s sweaty, going-to-flab, body was a testament to too many
hours behind a desk, and his farmer’s tan was attributed to too
many business meetings on the golf course.

John Johnson was a stud in the banking world,
but he was a dud in the bedroom.

Gracie watched with detached amusement as he
gave a final thrust and groaned out a climax. His face mottled
bright red with the exertion of success and the veins in his
forehead bulged. She thought briefly of faking her own orgasm, but
decided he was already past the point of noticing that she hadn’t
been satisfied. At least he was starting to last a little longer.
She’d had time to go through her entire grocery-shopping list
before his
Big Finish
.

“Oh, Gracie, you are one hot little number.
It just keeps getting better and better,” John panted, giving her
breast one last squeeze before he pulled out of her and discarded
the condom.

“Mmmm,” she moaned and rolled her eyes. It
wouldn’t do any good to expound on his false virtues. His ego was
already inflated enough. Not to mention she was afraid if she
opened her mouth to speak she’d tell him how much she hated being
called a hot little number in that condescending Texas drawl. She
was a tax attorney for God’s sake, not an exotic dancer.

John flopped down on the bed beside her and
was almost asleep before she’d turned onto her side to face him.
“Don’t forget we have that dinner tonight,” he mumbled. “There will
be a lot of important clients there.”

“I know,” Gracie said, annoyance lacing her
voice. “You sent the invitation to my office a month ago. I’ll be
representing Decker, Deets and McGuire if I can live up to your
expectations. I might even make it through the night without
embarrassing you or my firm.”

“Now, honey, don’t take that tone. You know
that’s not what I meant. Any man would be lucky to show up with an
intelligent, beautiful woman like you on his arm to an event like
this. You’ll make me proud. Just make sure you wear something
conservative.”

Because I always dress like a slut at
business functions, you moron.

“I have just the thing in mind,” Gracie said
in a breathy tone that would have done Marilyn Monroe proud and
fluttered her eyelashes. She leaned over John’s still form and bit
the lobe of his ear gently.

“Now Gracie, honey, you’re going to have to
make due with what you just got. I’ve got to rest up for tonight. I
know you’ve been reading those magazines about multiple orgasms and
such, but the same just isn’t true for a man. Maybe if you’re real
good tonight I’ll be in the mood again when we get home.”

“How about if I don’t wear any panties under
my conservative dress and you fuck me in the elevator,” Gracie
whispered. She found satisfaction as John’s breath hitched just a
little at her suggestion. There might be hope for him after
all.

“There are cameras in those elevators.”

“Even better,” she said, taking a firm grip
on his flaccid penis.

“You’re not thinking of your career,” John
stammered. “Or mine either. What’s come over you, Gracie? This is
crazy talk.”

“I heard how excited you got when I suggested
you fuck me in the elevator. Everybody has an adventurous side,
John. Sometimes it’s just a little suppressed. Does the idea of me
having a kinky side turn you on?”

Gracie held down John’s hands next to his
body as she rubbed her body against him and kissed him hungrily.
She licked her way down to his chest and nipped lightly at his
nipples with her teeth before kissing her way down to her ultimate
goal.

“Yes,” he whispered.

“What was that, John? I didn’t hear you.”

“I said the idea of you having a kinky side
turns me on,” he said louder, with more conviction, as if he were
trying to convince himself.

Gracie felt the wetness between her thighs
and knew John wouldn’t deny her satisfaction this time. She’d see
to it herself.