Emma's Treasures by Rebecca Joyce Page B

mouth. Licking the underside as he pulled out, and swallowing him whole as he plunged in.
    Faster and harder, the boys began to fuck her. Emma groaned as her body began to tingle with warmth. Pleasure was running through her veins. Bobbing her head up and down, taking his whole cock into her mouth and down her throat, she set a ferocious pace. “Fuck yeah, sweetheart. Do that again,” Tate growled. Emma once again took him deep into her mouth. “That’s it, little girl, suck my cock. Fuck yeah. Damn, your mouth is lethal, Emma. Fuck, you suck cock good.”
    Her body was shaking uncontrollably. Her pussy muscles were spasming, rippling along the cocks in her ass and pussy, and Travis and Tucker fucked her harder and harder. She felt loved, cherished, wanted. They did this to her, all three of them, loving her. Emma gave in to the pleasure, unable to stand it anymore. She let herself fly.
    Screaming with Tate’s cock in her mouth, her body convulsed in a euphoric orgasm, her pussy and ass clamping down on the cocks fucking her. She felt Tate’s cock harden, and then he pushed in one more time, holding her head to him, as he shot his load of cum down her throat. Emma gulped every last drop from him, when she heard Travis and Tucker roar out their own releases.
    Easing his softening cock from her mouth, Tate had to hold onto the weight bench for support. Emma just lowered her head to Travis’s chest, gasping for air. She closed her eyes, willing her body to take in the fresh air. Emma was barely aware of Tucker removing himself from her ass, or the fact that Tate came over and picked her up off Travis’s body. She was in a state of ecstasy, and she loved it.
     
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    Emma woke the next morning sore but loving every bit of it. Surrounded by Tate and Tucker, she quietly got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Jumping in the shower, she quickly washed her hair and shaved her legs. She stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her body. Within minutes, she had brushed her teeth and donned her clothes, ready to start a new day.
    Walking down the hallway, she stopped to peek in on Tabitha to find her sleeping peacefully. Emma was in the kitchen cooking breakfast when Travis walked in the back door. She watched as he removed his hat and grabbed a cup of coffee, placing a letter in front of her.
    “What’s this?” Emma asked, holding the white envelope in her hand.
    “I forgot to check the mail yesterday. You got mail.”
    “Thanks,” Emma replied, looking at the letter addressed to her. There was no return address but it was postmarked from Billings. Her brow wrinkled, trying to remember if she knew anyone from that area, but no one came to mind.
    “Problem, Emma?” Travis asked, looking up from his cup of coffee.
    “No. It’s just I left in such a hurry, I never got the chance to change my address. Who could have sent me a letter?”
    Travis lowered his cup, placing it on the table as he watched Emma flip the letter over to open it. Her tiny finger slid beneath the fold, and he jumped to his feet, racing to grab the letter. “Emma! Don’t open that letter!” Travis shouted as he grabbed it away from her.
    “What the hell, Travis, greedy much? Give me back that letter,” Emma said angrily, reaching around his broad shoulders to grab the letter back. “Come on, Travis, let me have it back.”
    “Emma, are you sure you didn’t put in a change of address?”
    “Yes. I told you I didn’t have the time. Why?”
    Emma watched as Travis ripped open the letter and read. Like a professional poker player, Travis didn’t show one iota of emotion. He just stood there reading, and then as if it were nothing, he walked into the living room and threw it in the fire.
    “Travis Treasure Quinn, why did you do that? That was my letter,” Emma scolded him, angry that he held little regard for her personal things.
    “It wasn’t for you, Emma,” Travis said, stoking the fire, making sure every last