I nodded, and then gave him a relatively chaste kiss.

  Mandy said, “That sounds like we go forward then, but it wouldn’t hurt to see if Sara has any advice for us.”

  “Who me?” asked a cute innocent voice, as someone slid into the seat next to Mandy pushing her over.

  Sara was five foot six, athletic with generous breasts and a classically beautiful face. She had long and straight black hair and warm brown eyes. As usual, she had a lightly teasing yet friendly face as she looked over at me.

  “Aunt Sara, how are you?”

  Sara laughed, “Figured I’d save you the trip, and doing quite well, thank you. I mean, it wouldn’t do to dawdle, but you should probably spend at least a day onboarding each member and having some fun together. Nate is looking for you, and he’s not the patient type.”

  Sara looked down at her empty wrist, “Oh, look at the time, I’m late to see your dad. Talk to you later, Tasha.”

  I grinned, “Thanks, Sara.”

  Sara slipped out and left.

  I sighed, “We move in three days.”

  Mandy shivered, then smiled, “That did seem pretty clear. If we take too long then Nate’s going to do something desperate that will make it a lot harder for us, if not impossible.”

  Gary nodded, “That seemed to be her drift, so the next three days we collect our team and get to know them. Starting with a day with you. How about right here in San Antonio?”

  Business before pleasure, I’d have wished for more time. It would’ve been easier if we could spend more time with each before getting the next. Work out rules, schedules, and time with Nate as well as each other. Responsibilities both as a group and individually on the council they were forming and on the family level. A day wasn’t really long enough to get all that settled, while we were trying to woo them at the same time. It’d be long enough to engender a little trust between them, but the relationship part could be strained a bit at first.

  The most salient point was it’d be a little chaotic on the personal side, as we’d all be trying to fit into a relationship that had no solid parts yet. We’d all be trying to find our feet together at once, which would be stressful on the nascent relationship.

  Well, I’d deal with it, and I’d try to keep it as simple for Gary as possible. We didn’t have a choice, to ignore Sara’s advice would be insane. Even with her advice we could be walking into a lot of pain and some death. I really didn’t want to find out what Nate’s desperate move would be that would work for his side and not ours.

  It was also pretty reasonable if I put myself in Nate’s shoes. I’d stolen Gary from under his nose, and now he’d lost his compelled and enslaved main enforcer, the one Nate counted on most, the insane and bloodthirsty Brandon. That we had no more than three days wasn’t a surprise from that angle, he must be getting manic and a little paranoid, furiously frustrated, and desperate already. He’d be terrified Gary would spill all his dark secrets if left in the wind too long.

  I replied, “That sounds like as good a plan as any. We can get a hotel room by the river walk, spend the day, take a walk and get dinner, spend the night, then head to Vicki.”

  Mandy winked, “Why don’t we get the hotel room now, then I’ll pop home to pack a bag and come right back once I have the room number.”

  I grinned, it sounded like she just suggested giving me and Gary a little space to work out the intense tension between us in the moment. The insane sexual tension I couldn’t get out of my mind, needing him in me. Anywhere in me, really. Taking his pleasure from my body with dark lust and utter control of me. Yes, please.

  Mandy was pretty amazing to me just then, and I winked back with a grateful and slightly embarrassed smile.

  “That’ll work,” my voice coming out a bit sultrier and rawer than I’d intended.

  Her light gray eyes sparkled at me, and I could see my admiration was returned more than a little bit. With a woman it was different of course, more playful, teasing, and soft. I felt no need to be dominated or ordered around by another woman in bed.

  Gary cleared his throat, “A sound plan,” he said casually as his fingers teasingly dug into my thighs, and then rode up my skirt just a little bit. The message clear, my body was his as soon as we were behind closed doors.

  I swooned for him just a bit, actually feeling a little dizzy in the thrill of lust, and my body flushed further with need, arousal, and excitement. I’d never been such a hot mess before, and the best part was that I was absolutely loving it and wallowing in it. The thrill and warmth of being owned, of being a wet and ready desperate whore for my man.

  It was intensely delicious, and perhaps strangely, a point of pride.

  We polished off our plates, paid the bill, and headed out.

  The hotel suite had two bedrooms off of a living room kitchen combo to either side, but it was still a hotel room. The bathroom door was in the small entrance walkway across from a closet with a safe. There were three televisions, at least I assume there was one in the second bedroom, as the living and our bedroom both had one. It was nice, upscale accents, but boring at the same time. Very bland if with an elegant taste.

  The energy and electric feeling that passed between Gary and I as Mandy left was earthshaking, and my body trembled with anticipation as he pulled me into him and kissed me with passionate intensity.

  I let out a gasp of encouragement and swooning desire as his hands kneaded my ass so possessively through the dress, and then giggled into his mouth as he picked me up and carried me toward the bed, my legs wrapping around him and making the skirt of the red dress ride up my thighs. I kissed his neck teasingly, enjoying the scent and taste of him, loving being in his arms, then he dropped me onto the bed, and I gave him my best sultry come fuck me look.

  He growled, grabbed my legs, and twisted so I flipped over onto my stomach, then dragged me to the end of the bed dropping my legs to the floor and giving me a sharp swat.

  The sting was delicious, and the waves of the delicious afterburn radiated into my body and straight to my needy soaked sex, drawing an unconscious sultry and wicked moan from my mouth.

  It was such an incredible thrill to me, as he flipped my skirt over my lower back, tore down my panties, and shoved it in with a grunt and delicious hiss. That he couldn’t wait for us to even undress, before he was in me. I rocked my body and arched my back, just enduring the delicious discomfort of his driving cock stretching me open so tight around him. I could feel his every vein, nook, and cranny of his hard and impossible silken soft cock slide into me with luxurious friction.

  He grunted, “So tight for me, baby.”

  I moaned, squeezed hard for him, and tried to get it deeper in me, “All for your pleasure, sir.”

  Talking so naughtily drove me crazy, and I just worked him, softened for him, and endured his hard driving cock and the pleasure it was having on my body. It was amazing. Just… surrendering to the sensations of his hard driving cock using my hot cunt that I clenched so tightly around him. His powerful thrusts invading me and overwhelming my senses with hot waves of pleasure as I gasped and panted into the bed and my hands gripped and twisted the sheets so tightly.

  He spanked me hard, a swat that filled the room with the sharp reverberating sound of flesh smacking flesh. The sting and sharp pain made my eyes tear, even as the hot burn made me moan like a little spank slut.

  He growled, “Think I forgot about that spanking.”

  I said sultrily and pantingly, “No, sir. You just couldn’t wait to get your cock in my hot flesh, sir. I was hoping you’d remember, even good girls can be naughty, sir.”

  The thrill of squeezing, rolling my hips for him, keeping my ass high and my back arched for our pleasure as he drilled me hard had my head spinning with lust and pleasure. The waves of pleasure mixing with the delicious burn, and even the harsh painful sting of the next spank reverberated and mixed with the pleasure, creating a euphoric high I couldn’t explain.

  I’d never felt so submissively feminine and irresistible in all my life.

  “Use me, punish me, sir.”

  My pussy clenched around him hard involuntarily, and a gasping moan was ripped from my lips as he gave me two tear inducing harsh spanks. It was so hot, so humiliating and sweet, as he pounded and punished me. They weren’t the spanks of a man giving his woman more pleasure while taking her from behind, even if it was that too, he was swatting me with punishing force, and it had my head spinning.

  A man taking his pleasure and punishing his woman to keep her in line. So hot and naughty to enjoy that, the shame of it, that my eyes were tearing in pain, but I was getting off on the hot burn and the mixing pain with the luxurious and rough pleasure his driving cock.

  I felt so hot as I started talking dirty to him, encouraging him to take his pleasure in me. Shamelessly admitting how much I needed it, his hot burning spunk warming my middle even as he kept his naughty whore in line with a harsh spanking. I can’t explain why that made me so hot, but it did. I’d never been spanked so hard before, never been punished by a real man before, and it was making me a hot needy mess even as the myriad pleasures of his pounding cock swept me away in rapturous euphoria.

  His next harsh swat mixed with the pleasure, and that was it, the pleasure took me by storm and swept me away into blissful ecstasy.

  I keened, “Gary!” and my hot flesh convulsed wildly as the rest of my body locked up in pleasure. My sex milked so hard for him, as the sensations stormed through me and left splintering devastation and deep pleasure behind.

  That pleasure only increased, and I felt a thrill go through me, a warm feminine thrill, as I felt his hard cock stretch me out further as he grunted, then roared my name in pleasure as he started to pulse and fill me. It was a transcendent experience, feeling him flood my passage, each and every time. Feeling him flood my mouth, ass, or shoot from between my tits too, for that matter.

  When we came down and the pleasure released its hold on my body, I felt his fingertips softly caressing my ass.

  That was amazing. I wasn’t sure if I could orgasm from a spanking alone, but despite how mortifyingly humiliating the thought was to try it, the naughty thrill of the idea of him taking me over his knee and spanking me was even stronger. Damn, that was twisted, and hot.

  He said, “I think I got carried away.”

  I purred, “Not even a little bit.”

  The harsh burn and lingering sting felt delicious, alongside the after-bliss of endorphins pinging around in my pleasure-addled mind.

  I assured him with frank words, “I’m not a masochist, if you had gone too far, I’d have stopped you, honey. Or I’d just heal my ass right now. Notice me not doing that?”

  He chuckled, and I felt a thrill as his cock twitched in my pussy.

  Mandy said breathily, “That was so sexy.”

  A thrill went through me, she’d been watching part of that? I hadn’t even felt her presence, I’d been so lost in the euphoric pleasure and thrill of him rutting me and spanking me in a dark and possessive lust. Which was hot but also stupid. If it’d been Nate, we’d be dead right now. I’d have to cast a detection spell first next time that’d alarm in my mind when another supernatural showed up.

  Chapter Ten

  Gary

  Mandy said, “That was so sexy.”

  My heart was still pounding and my cock buried in Natasha’s hot body as I heard the words. Then my mind short circuited a little, as I felt her athletically curvaceous and petite body press against my back. Her petite soft hands squeezed my ass, then ran around my body and rubbed up and down my chest, while she ground her body against mine. Her supple and firm tits crushing against my back, so silky and warm as her huge nipples dug into my flesh.

  My cock twitched, she was ready to join us in bed already? I wasn’t going to argue.

  Natasha craned her head around and twisted her hips to look behind her, and she smiled naughtily at what she saw.

  The spent lust was spinning in my mind again. I’d lost control earlier, rutting into Natasha while giving her a harsh spanking, but it seemed the more I fell into my dark possessive instincts the hotter Natasha got for me, so I wasn’t too worried about it at the moment.

  I reached behind me, gripped Mandy’s arm and pulled her to the side of me.

  She looked so fucking sexy, and adorable at the same time. Her face full of lust, but also a tentative fear that she was moving too fast. Not for her, for us. Her nipples were even larger than the imprints had suggested, like a stack of dimes on her creamy and fair and flawlessly generous B-cup breasts. They were a delicious delicate pink color which was a mouthwatering contrast to her fair skin. She also had a hot little blonde landing strip, above petite labia on a rather mouthwateringly large mound. She was beautiful.

  I leaned down just a little, intending to go slightly more than halfway, but that was the sign of acceptance that she was waiting for and she immediately jumped up, put her arms around my neck, and kissed me deeply, eagerly, and fiercely. Eager didn’t cover it, as we kissed hotly with tongue, while her hand boldly explored where me and Natasha were still connected.

  I moaned into her sweet tasting mouth, and she whimpered needily as I deepened the kiss and pulled her tightly against me. The fingertips of my right hand digging domineeringly into the flesh of her petite and sexy rounded ass. My other hand rose off Natasha’s ass, and I cupped the adorable blonde’s perky breast.

  She let out a shaky and breathy pant as I squeezed, then a sexy and sharp gasp as I teasingly brushed her nipple with the pad of my thumb. Her perky B cups were far more sensitive than Natasha’s but a light touch was just as fun, the important part was playing with them and making Mandy squirm for me.

  I played with her tit for a while, squeezing, kneading softly, caressing, even light pinches and teasing pulls and rolls that had her gasping and panting while caressing my balls with her right hand and squeezing my ass with the other.

  I was lost in that kiss, her excitement and exuberance obviously extended to the bedroom.

  She moaned longingly into my mouth, and when my hand abandoned her tit to check on her readiness, there were waves of moist heat coming off her glistening sex. She was more than ready for me, and moaning wildly and grinding herself on my hand, my middle finger slightly sinking into her petite and separating folds lengthwise. She let out a sexy wanton gasp as I started to teasingly circle grind her labia and mound.

  Natasha said warmly, “Take it out, let her play with it,” she suggested wickedly, and Mandy’s deep moan of wanting had me pulling out of my dark-haired brunette goddess.

  Mandy’s hand stroked my wet and messy cock, then she broke the kiss and dropped to her knees. She didn’t just take me into her sweet hot mouth with wanton abandon, it was an exuberant wanton abandon as she sighed and moaned in wild contentment while she sucked me clean. Her hand and bobbing head was going full out as she sucked me clean while adding her own spit for lubricant on her silken soft lips.

  God, it was shallow, but she looked so hot, her adorably beautiful face twisted in lustful abandon with my cock in her mouth.

  I accused, “You’re a dirty girl aren’t you. So hot for my messy cock covered in Natasha’s cum and mine.”

  She moaned in wicked agreement, vibrating my cock, and completing the renewal of its growth as it popped into her hot and massaging throat. All while her sexy light gray eyes looked up at me in mind-addled lust and wicked enjoyment, she was totally blissing out on it, and it was driving me crazy.

  Natasha said, “Yes, a very naughty and dirty girl.”

  As if reminded of Natasha’s presence, and more of my cum mixed with Natasha’s silken ecstasy, she popped off my cock, and dove between Natasha’s legs and started devouring her ravenously, two fingers slid into Natasha’s sex and started to scoop out cum while she sucked it up and licked her folds.

  Natasha hissed and mewled in shocked pleasure and rocked her hips as she arched her back, all while Mandy also arched her back and stuck her ass up high in obvious and lewd invitation. Her legs spread wide enough to see her mound and glistening hot sex peeking out between her rounded ass cheeks.

  She also had a mouthwatering thigh gap.

  I knelt down behind her on the carpet, and grabbed and squeezed her ass cheeks making her moan and wiggle for it, then ran my hands around her hip. I palmed the top of her hip, my fingers digging into her supple and shapely thin waist as I started to fuck her sexy thigh gap, sliding the top of my cock along her heated and moist folds.

  “She’s so hot for us, such a naughty girl,” I accused, as she rocked her hips to grind her clit against my sliding cock, leaving a dirty trail of liquid anticipation along the top of my cock and all around the bulbous head.

  I teased her with gliding strokes of my cock against and along her silken folds a few more times, before I lined up with her sex and pushed into her paradise.

  “Fuck, Mandy, so hot for us,” as my cock slid into her heated passage. Her pussy grabbed onto me, pulled on my skin, but her liquid ecstasy and the spit she’d left behind on my cock eased the way, allowing me to slide in all seven and some odd fat inches in just three insistent strokes.

  She squeezed around, pushed back eagerly and ground potently, drawing a moan from my mouth, even as her gasp which was muffled by Natasha’s sex reached my ears. Shit, they were both going to blow my mind. She was deliciously snug around me, tight and grasping enough to tug on my skin deliciously, but not so tight she was milking me hard with every movement unless she clenched and ground against me like she was in a delightful rhythm that blew my mind.

  So very eager, not just naughty and dirty but exuberantly so. Eager minx.

  Both of them were going to be extremely active in bed, eager and wanton lovers, and the lust and pleasure that engendered in me was potent. She may not have been the goddess of love, but both of us looking nineteen or not, Mandy and I were in our early forties, not nineteen, and she knew how to pleasure a man with that much experience. No mantel of pleasure required.