Dwyer, Dixie Lynn - SWAT Team Two and Miss Robin Hood [The Men of Five-0 #2] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) by Dixie Lynn Dwyer Page B

muscular bodies surrounding her own. Long, thick, solid cocks fisted and ready to love every inch of her, one hole at a time.
    She added a second finger and increased her speed, feeling her knuckles tighten as she tried to pump faster. Her insides coiled up, but she just couldn’t reach her peak. She added another digit, attempting to locate that special spot no man had ever found on her. She finger-fucked herself in the shower thinking about her men. Her men? Was she really considering having sex with them? How could it work? Her hazy mind fought a seemingly worthless battle against her desires. She imagined herself laid out over Logan, riding him as best she could as Jake fucked her in the ass. Her mouth opened as the warm water cascaded over her lips and on her tongue. She imagined Frankie’s cock in her mouth. He would love that. He would probably hold her hair in a controlling manner as he fucked her mouth. The idea of having sex with more than one man at once was never even a fantasy. She never let anyone touch her anus, yet here she was so willingly imagining the brothers exploring every orifice of her body. She moaned at the vision in her mind, feeling her body tighten as if it were really happening. Her mouth opened wider as the water splashed inside and against her sensitive nipples. She continued to pump into her own pussy, hearing the water slosh against her fingers, the cream, and her flesh. She had a fabulous imagination and the men had left quite an impression on her body. Just the thought of them, even with her eyes closed, made her fantasy feel so real. She actually felt Frankie come down her throat as she swallowed his warm essence and gulped for air. He pulled out, and then Sunny caressed her chin and pressed his long, thick cock between her wet, parted lips, and she sucked him in, unable to handle his girth. Jake pulled her left nipple and fondled her breast as Vince pulled her right, and she lost it. She gritted her teeth as an explosive orgasm overtook her body. Gasping for air, she tried to quiet her panting and hoped that no one had heard her.

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    “What have we got so far on our little stripper?” Frankie asked as he bit into a juicy, red apple.
    Sunny growled, obviously still upset about their mate’s line of work. Frankie didn’t mind so much now that they found her. She would only be doing the striptease for him and his brothers from here on out.
    “Don’t joke around. I’m still trying to swallow the whole thing,”
    Sunny stated as he pulled up a picture of some woman who looked just like Melissa.
    “I don’t mind one bit. It will make bedroom play more interesting, especially when we install our own pole. Any ideas where the best spot will be?”
    “You’re fucking serious, aren’t you?”
    “Hell yeah, Sunny! Did you see her moves?”
    “Just shut the fuck up, all right. I’m trying to gather everything I can on her. Logan’s going be back any minute.”
    Just then the door opened and both Logan and Jake arrived.
    “Hey, what’s going on? Where’s Vince?” Frankie asked, taking another bite of apple.
    “Doing recon on our girl. How did you make out, Sunny?” Logan asked, walking closer to the computer.
    “Okay, this is what I have so far. Here’s a picture of her sister and her sister’s husband. They died in a drive-by shooting two years ago. Apparently he was a detective in narcotics, but I don’t remember him,” Sunny said.
    “Well, the date stated May nineteenth. We were in Colombia all of May, then doing that job in Singapore in April. We missed the whole thing,” Jake stated as he leaned his butt against the desk.
    “Well, Melissa ‘Mel’ Savianno is twenty-two years old, looks like she has been pursuing a law degree, and either hasn’t qualified for the bar exam yet or hasn’t passed. She is the legal guardian for Lea, age twelve, Brandon, age eight, and Tommy, age three, the children of Michael and Sarah Mercer.”
    “Not her own kids. Their