Millie's Second Chance (31 page)

Millie moaned and then Marco pulled the sheets down as he climbed up between her legs while Hank pressed a digit up into her pussy.

“Oh!” she moaned.

Dalton swallowed hard as he watched Hank finger Millie. He looked toward Marco, who had somehow removed his jeans in a flash and now sat back between Millie’s thighs.

Marco ran the palms of his hand up her thighs, his fingers expanding over her skin.

“So sexy and hot,” he whispered.

“So needy,” she chimed in, and they chuckled.

Hank pulled his fingers from her to help Dalton spread her thighs a little wider as Marco lowered to his belly. Marco smiled up at Millie.

“You keep those arms above your head, Millie, and if we hear a sound of pain coming from you, we’re stopping. Understand?” Marco asked, and Millie nodded.

He swiped his tongue over her pussy then latched on to her clit. Dalton and Hank kept a hand on her thighs so she couldn’t close them and she thrust her hips upward in frustration.

“Please, more. I need more,” Millie told them.

“More you’ll get, sweetness,” Dalton whispered then leaned up to kiss her mouth.

* * * *

It was exquisite torture being spread like this in front of her men. Now all she needed was for Anthony and Jeremy to join them and she would be very happy.

Marco moved his mouth and sucked along her inner thighs. The aches and pains in her body subsided with every touch, caress, and stroke from her lovers. Even if she felt some pain, she sure as hell wasn’t going to tell these men. They had willpower beyond hers.

Marco lifted up and she was momentarily disappointed until he replaced his tongue with his cock. Slowly, he pressed his engorged penis into her while Dalton and Hank held her thighs wide open. In this position, he felt full and completely ready to come. These men of hers were good. They knew how they could pleasure her without moving her body so much that it may cause her pain.

“Feel good, baby?” Marco asked as he pumped his hips slowly in and out of her.

“Faster, Marco.”

“Not too fast, baby, I may hurt you.”

She locked gazes with him and when she went to reach for him with her injured, bandaged arm he stopped and gave her his “don’t mess with me” look.

She immediately pulled back. “I just wanted to tell you that you could never hurt me. I love you, damn it, now make love to me or else!”

“Or else what?”

Millie looked toward the doorway where Anthony and Jeremy stood wearing only blue jeans. Their muscles looked enticing and she had the urge to lick every inch of them all.

Marco took that moment to shove into her to the hilt then pull back and do the same thing three more times.

She gasped and moaned while he increased his thrusts and both Hank and Dalton pinched and suckled her breasts. She was ready to explode when Marco beat her to it. He filled her with his essence and then leaned over her to kiss her mouth and ravage her. When he pulled his mouth from hers he also pulled his cock from her pussy, making her moan.

“No worries, baby, this pussy will be filled with cock momentarily,” he teased then pinched her clit as he moved off the bed. She squirmed and tried wiggling, but Hank and Dalton remained holding her thighs wide. It turned her on and kept her so high strung and ready to catapult off the bed it was exhilarating.

Dalton slid off the bed and Jeremy took his place holding her thigh, except now he was naked. He smiled at her.

“Love you, sweetness,” Jeremy told her then leaned down to kiss her mouth.

The bed dipped and Dalton sat between her legs. He leaned over her and licked her lips, kissed them, then licked a trail from her mouth, over her breasts, to her belly.

Jeremy and Hank held her thighs wide as Dalton pressed his cock into her pussy.

Millie moaned. This was sensational and she felt so loved and safe here with her men.

“I love you, baby,” Dalton stated then began to stroke her slowly, eliciting moans from her and causing tiny quakes of release within her body.

“I love you, too, Dalton, but please move faster. I need to come.”

He pulled out and thrust hard and fast into her. His speed rocked the bed and apparently turned on his brothers, because Jeremy began making love to her mouth while Hank licked and kissed her breast. She felt the tap to her cheek and there was Jeremy, holding his cock for her to taste. He awkwardly knelt up on the pillow and she reached her tongue out to taste him. She took him as deeply as she could in such a position and with her arms still raised above her head.

Dalton screamed her name and came as he thrust hard against her. Jeremy pulled from her mouth.

“Dalton,” he called, and the men exchanged looks. Dalton pulled from her body and Jeremy took his place. Just as Jeremy slowly pushed into her pussy, he rolled to his back, taking her along with him.

She was laying over Jeremy, his legs and her ass over the edge of the bed.

His cock was hard inside of her as he gyrated his hips up into her but kept her locked against him so she couldn’t move. His cock felt incredibly hard and his eyes were glazed over. She started to rise up, wanting to rock her hips against Jeremy’s cock, but he hugged her to him as Hank pressed her down.

“Lie against him with your arms over his shoulders so you can’t hurt your arm,” Hank told her.

She wasn’t certain what they had in mind, but she was so aroused she really didn’t care. She could hear the dresser drawers opening and closing and Jeremy kissed her mouth, drawing her attention completely on him.

Behind her, large hands adjusted her ass, then she felt the cool liquid and her heart rate increased. She pulled her mouth from Jeremy’s just as the tip of a penis pressed against her puckered hole. She tried to sit up a little, wanting that cock to penetrate now and go fast and hard into her, but Jeremy held her down.

“We don’t want to hurt you, but if you sit up you could injure your arm. Let us take care of everything,” Jeremy whispered then kissed her forehead.

God, she loved these men. They put her first always.

“I’m going in, baby. I’ve been dreaming of this tight, sexy ass for days now,” Anthony told her, and she smiled then slightly lifted her ass.

The smack came out of nowhere.

“Hey.”

“Hey yourself,” Dalton replied, and she hadn’t suspected him, but then it didn’t matter as Anthony began to press his cock through the tight ring of her ass.

He used his hands to spread her ass cheeks then pushed forward until he was fully seated in her ass. She cried out her first small orgasm and began to rub her pussy onto Jeremy’s cock. Jeremy thrust up into her as Anthony pressed into her ass. She felt amazingly full and the fact that she couldn’t move excited her even more. She felt her pussy explode in pleasure as liquid lubricated both her pussy and ass.

The men began to move one in then one out, over and over again. She was so incredibly wet. They surely were slick and could move faster than usual.

“Damn, baby, this pussy is soaking wet. I fucking love it. Don’t you love it, Ant?” Jeremy asked. His dirty talk turned her on and her body began to coil up tight.

Anthony was thrusting into her faster and harder. The bed was rocking, her thighs were shaking, and then both men slammed into her at once. She began to scream her orgasm and felt Jeremy’s cock harden then pulsate within her, indicating that he was coming, too. She screamed her release that seemed to go on and on and Anthony pulled out then slammed back into her two more times as he came calling her name.

They were gasping for air. Her cheek was wet against Jeremy’s chest as he brushed her hair from her face.

“Love you, sweetness,” he whispered.

“Love you, too,” she panted.

She felt Anthony’s hands on her ass then caressing up her back. When he leaned down to kiss her shoulder and cheek, his cock bumped inside her ass, making her moan. He chuckled then slowly pulled from her ass and kissed along her spine then stroked her ass cheeks again. He seemed obsessed with her ass and she loved it.

“Fucking beautiful.”

“Are you okay, baby?” Hank asked.

“Definitely okay,” she whispered and closed her eyes as Jeremy rolled her to her back, pulling from her body. She felt hands moving the sheets over her then lift and place her arms over her belly.

“Rest, sweetness. We’ll watch over you,” Dalton whispered and as she closed her eyes, she embraced the feelings of completion, knowing that with her men she would always feel protected and loved. This was a new beginning, and the fears and mistakes from her past were finally behind her.

Millie, Anna, Stacy, Lena, Sage, Cindy, and Sally were standing in front of the main office along with the other twelve women now living at the women’s shelter.

Anthony and Hank were hammering in the hand-carved sign that was currently covered with a sheet so no one could see the name Millie had chosen. The women were waiting to plant some flats of flowers and bushes to decorate the area.

A feeling of triumph filled Millie’s heart and she was certain that Anna, Stacy, Lena, and the other women were having similar feelings as they finalized their establishment with a name. It had taken some time, but finally Millie had come up with something perfect.

The sign was burgundy and the letters bold and carved then painted in gold by Anthony and Jeremy themselves. Millie had seen it yesterday and it brought tears to her eyes. The men had made it themselves and she loved them for it.

“Well, Millie, don’t keep us in suspense,” Stacy stated, and Millie walked over to the sign that was covered with a sheet.

Millie smiled then removed the sheet.

“Welcome to Second Chances.”

Everyone began to clap and cheer and the women gathered around to hug one another.

Millie felt the hand on her shoulder and leaned back against Marco.

“It’s a great name for the women’s shelter, Millie,” Dalton whispered to her.

“It sure is. I knew you would come up with something perfect,” Anna stated.

“Well, it was hard trying to come up with one or two words to describe everything we’re trying to do here at the shelter. When I started to think about the stories everyone has shared and about what brought them here, I realized that coming up with a name wasn’t so difficult after all. This is what we’re all about. This is why we wanted to create this shelter,” Millie explained.

“You’re right about that. Perhaps if other women had this kind of place, they could have survived or made a better life for themselves,” Lena added, and everyone agreed.

“This is only the beginning, Millie. Together we’re going to help so many women have a second chance at a better life,” Anna stated.

“To Second Chances!” Lena cheered, and everyone else clapped and cheered for the women’s shelter.

Millie smiled wide. She was a survivor just as many of the women standing around her were. With help, support, and love, anything was possible, especially in an amazing town like Pearl. She turned toward her men and smiled wide. She was in love with five men, she was back home where she belonged, and things were only going to get better because this was her second chance at life.

People seem to be more interested in my name than where I get my ideas for my stories from. So I might as well share the story behind my name with all my readers.

My momma was born and raised in New Orleans. At the age of twenty, she met and fell in love with an Irishman named Patrick Riley Dwyer. Needless to say, the family was a bit taken aback by this as they hoped she would marry a family friend. It was a modern-day arranged marriage kind of thing and my momma downright refused.

Being that my momma’s families were descendents of the original English-speaking Southerners, they wanted the family bloodline to stay pure. They were wealthy, and my father’s family was poor.

Despite attempts by my grandpapa to make Patrick leave and destroy the love between them, my parents married. They recently celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary.

I am one of six children born to Patrick and Lynn Dwyer. I am a combination of both Irish and a true Southern belle. With a name like Dixie Lynn Dwyer it’s no wonder why people are curious about my name.

Just as my parents had a love story of their own, I grew up intrigued by the lifestyles of others. My imagination as well as my need to stray from the straight and narrow made me into the woman I am today.

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