Single Mom’s Firemen: A Contemporary Reverse Harem Romance (Lucky Lady Reverse Harems)
Chapter 11

Time slows down.

I’m speechless, caught between three men with rippling muscles and massive frames, former Navy SEALs and current firefighters, heroes, adventurers, strong knights with ironclad values—all wanting me. They desire me. They desire me so much, in fact, that they’re more than happy to share me.

It’s what I want. As crazy as it may sound, I am eager to reciprocate.

They make me feel safe. They make me forget who I am and where I came from, and I need that disconnection so badly that I welcome them with arms wide open.

“There are rules,” Eric says as my shirt falls off my shoulders.

Chase gets behind me, busy unclasping my bra. Wyatt is on his knees, rolling my jeans down, while Eric starts taking his clothes off. He stands before me, gloriously naked, his chiseled torso covered in splendid black tattoos. I could study him for hours, losing myself in the stories that his body tells.

“Rules?” I ask.

“We’re in command,” Chase grunts and makes my bra disappear. My breasts are loose and his to fondle.

I tilt my head back and rest it on his shoulder as he kneads my flesh, fingers squeezing, pinching my nipples until they’re as hard and perky as glass cutters. “Oh, yes,” I moan, heat coursing through my veins.

“It’s yes, sir,” Wyatt says, gently helping me out of my jeans. I take a moment to glance down at him while he pulls my panties off. They’re soaking wet. The mere sight of my naked body has him smiling like the Cheshire Cat. “You only get the best of us if you accept our commands.”

“And if I don’t?” I reply, feeling my own mischievous smile starting to form.

Eric kisses me again, deeper and hungrier this time, while Chase bites into my shoulder and Wyatt cups my slick pussy in his hand. “We won’t let you come,” Wyatt says, fingers already slipping through and teasing me into a sizzling frenzy.

“Oh, don’t stop!” I cry out, already dangerously close to one hell of a climax.

“What’s that?” Chase asks, suddenly taking his hands off me.

“Yes, sir!” I yelp, feeling every bit of my nakedness for a brief second.

Eric smiles delightedly. “You’re a fast learner. Now, open up,” he says, clasping my chin between his thumb and index finger. I welcome him and his playful tongue.

I revel in the taste of him. Heavy breaths. Grunts of animalistic arousal. The kind of thirst that cannot be quelled unless they claim me. Fully. Body and soul. I can’t accept anything less and they’re ready to deliver.

Eric’s cock is swollen and rock hard as I wrap my hands around it. The girth is spectacular, and I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight of a single droplet of precum lingering on the tip.

“Not yet, darling,” he says, as if reading my mind.

Not yet because Wyatt is still on his knees and going down on me. His fingers stretching and probing while his tongue works my clit with expertly applied pressure. He licks me like I’m nothing short of his favorite lollipop, and all I can do is hold on to Eric, stroking his magnificent erection while he kisses me.

Chase’s hands travel downward. Eric focuses on my breasts but it’s Chase’s hands that have me moaning against Eric’s lips as he traces my hip line before his fingers dig into my butt cheek. He squeezes, then slaps my ass. “Spread your legs for me, Halle,” Chase says.

“Yes, sir!” I groan as Eric suckles on my lower lip. I tighten my grip on his cock.

Every muscle in my body is ripe with buzzing tension as Wyatt’s mouth makes wild love to my pussy. My core tightens, Wyatt pulls his fingers out, and my mind is blown as Chase positions himself at my entrance from behind. He goes slow at first, cautiously sliding in. I listen to his feral growls of pleasure, getting wetter with each passing second.

Wyatt’s tongue work has me clenched tightly around Chase’s cock, and I could die right here, right now, from this much ecstasy, this much pleasure.

“Fucking hell, you’re so damn tight,” Chase exclaims.

“I want it all, Chase,” I hear myself say the words, yet I can’t believe they’re coming out of my mouth.

Eric chuckles, his forehead pressed against mine as he cups the back of my neck. “You need to ask nicely.”

“Please, sir,” I instantly adapt. “Please, Chase. Fuck me. Hard. Give me everything.”

“Now?” Chase asks, halfway in.

Wyatt is about to push me over the edge, sucking on my clit and squeezing my thighs as I tighten myself more around his brother’s thick cock. Eric looks me in the eyes, darkness burning in his as he watches me unravel.

“Yes, sir,” I shudder, coming hard just as Chase spears me with his full length.

He fucks me harder and harder, thrusting into me like the beast that he is. I welcome the sweetness of this ultimate decadence as Eric holds me, as I stroke him faster, as Wyatt keeps teasing my swollen nub.

“You were made for us,” Wyatt replies.

Chase slaps my ass again. “That’s it, baby, give me everything you’ve got.”

“Yes sir!” I scream in wild bliss, rippling like an exploding supernova. I come all over him, my juices flowing freely as Chase pounds into me, stretching and filling me to my limits. It lasts for what feels like forever, and I don’t want it to stop.

My moans of pleasure echo throughout the house, Eric and Wyatt watching me as Chase prolongs my orgasm into something akin to sheer transcendence. I feel Chase come inside me, his seed shooting hot into my very core. Eric then takes his place.

Wyatt stands up to kiss me, and I taste myself on his soft, wet lips.

Chase kneels before me.

“We’re gonna take turns today,” Eric whispers in my ear. “I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

“I don’t know what to say,”

“You know what you have to say,” Chase replies, grinning as he moves his fingers between my glazed folds. “You know the magic words.”

I lock my gaze on Wyatt’s. “Yes, sir.”

“Perfect,” Wyatt replies, and I take his cock in my hands next. He’s just as big, his girth just as generous, but I reckon I’ll learn the subtle differences in time. I dare imagine a future where the three of them have me all to themselves, forever. Because they’re highly addictive, and Wyatt’s cock makes me tremble and yearn for more, for all of him, for all of them. “Look at me,” he says. “Come for me again. Come for us.”

Chase gets busy with my clit as Eric enters me from behind.

I’m on the ride of my life, swooning and crying out in honey-like agony as I’m fucked every which way. Wyatt kisses me, deeply, profoundly, pinching my nipples until they sting. It only serves to add more pressure to my core as Chase eats me out while Eric goes deeper and harder with every thrust.

I feel his veins pulsating along the shaft, a second devastating orgasm blowing through me the same time Eric explodes inside me. He doesn’t stop fucking me, though. He gives me every drop of himself while Chase presses his tongue against my clit. I’m having an out-of-body experience.

“My turn, angel,” Wyatt says, his Texan twang making my skin tingle.

Chase stands up, his lips eager for mine as Eric gets busy with my tender, hyper-sensitive clit. Wyatt feels longer and I shudder from the pleasure, the perfect dosage as he claims me from behind. Hard and merciless thrusts matching slaps on my ass. My skin must be red by now, but every hand that comes down brings me closer to what I think is going to be a world-shattering deluge.

“Feels so good!” I scream, holding on to Chase’s shoulders.

He smiles, tattoos dancing across his bulky chest. I didn’t even register when their clothes came off. I only remember Eric’s shirt and pants hitting the floor. Wyatt slams into me. “Like this, angel?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Do you want to come again?” Eric asks, looking up at me.

But I never take my eyes off Chase’s, drowning in those smoldering sapphire pools and fully okay with abandoning myself completely in the moment. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” Chase says.

He gets to watch me unravel for the third time, as Eric sucks my clit and slides two fingers inside, joining his brother Wyatt for the big prize. They’re preparing me for something else, stretching my pussy to its limit, until I scream and fall apart, splintered into mere atoms as the third orgasm ravages my very spirit.

“Fuck!” Wyatt snarls as he shoots his load deep within me.

I feel him come, too, just like I felt Chase and Eric before him. I feel everything and I have no regrets. If anything, I only have a new and insatiable hunger for more from all three of them.

My liquid heat trickles down Wyatt’s strong thighs, glistening in the fuzzy blonde hairs of his sculpted quads. My pussy is as tender as it’s ever been, raw and sated in every possible sense. My breasts are deliciously sore as Chase kisses my lips for the final wonderful conclusion.

I can’t leave them.

Not now. Not when we’ve just started this incredible thing. I’ll figure out a way to deal with it.

“You really were made for us,” Eric sighs deeply.

“And you were made for me,” I reply, my voice quivering with emotion.

I don’t know where this will end. It can’t be anywhere good. There’s too much at stake. But I need more time with them. A few more nights. Maybe a lifetime’s worth.