Brown, Berengaria - Possess Me [Possessive Passions 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Berengaria Brown Read Free Book Online Page A

skirt.
    “There’s no zipper or buttons here,” said Stan.
    Goa knelt and looked carefully at both sides of her skirt running his hands around her waist as if feeling for a hidden placket. “Not here either, but it’s not an elastic waistband or we’d be able to feel that.” His voice was filled with confusion.
    Shiloah laughed. “It’s stretch fabric. The skirt lifts off over my head,” she explained.
    “I can see we have a lot to learn about women’s clothing,” muttered Goa, lifting her up with her ass off the bed so Stan could pull her skirt up.
    “At least these lessons will be fun,” said Stan, tugging slowly and steadily as the skirt rose up past her naked breasts.
    Goa settled her back on the bed, then hitched a finger on each side of her panties and drew them down her legs. His gaze was so hot on her skin that Shiloah thought her flesh might ignite. Her pussy creamed in delight, and her belly clenched with need. Then Stan’s hands were on her breasts, gently cupping the globes and smoothing over the nipples—nipples which were suddenly hard and protruding, demanding more attention.
    Stan laid her flat and bent his head to suck a nipple into his mouth. He sucked it deep then pressed it to the roof of his mouth rolling the little nub with his tongue. Shiloah gasped and clutched his head to her breasts, wanting, needing more.
    Then she gasped harder as Goa’s mouth was on her pussy, licking along her slit, running his tongue along her labia, and then sucking her clit into his mouth. He sucked it hard as his fingers slid into her cunt, teasing the walls.
    The pressure on her breasts and pussy was so good, like two fires burning her at once. She opened her knees wider, welcoming Goa’s mouth on her cunt, his tongue now deep in her channel, licking the tissues, making her honey flow faster.
    Stan licked the undersides of her breasts, tonguing circles and spirals around and around the globes, gradually working his way back to the nipples—nipples that ached for more of his mouth, longed for his touch on them again.
    Goa knelt between her thighs, lifted her legs over his shoulders, and held her butt up in the air so he could press his cock at her entrance. He felt so wonderful sliding into her, stretching her tissues, filling her completely with his hot, hard length. As soon as he was fully seated inside her, Goa grasped her hips and said, “Now you, brother.”
    Stan straddled her body, also kneeling, but leaning well forward. He rested his cock in the valley between her breasts, pushed her breasts together over his cock, and gently slid up and down.
    “Oh yesss,” she murmured. “So good.”
    It took Stan and Goa a few strokes to get a rhythm going, but soon they were stroking together, Goa deep into her cunt, Stan up and down between her breasts. Stan’s natural movements were faster, but he slowed them a little, and Goa’s speed was normally more measured, but he relaxed his intensity a little, and the double friction this caused aroused Shiloah instantly. Cream was dripping from her pussy, and sweat forming where the men’s muscular thighs gripped her sides. As she had the previous night, she felt totally possessed, cherished, worshipped, adored.
    With one hand, she clutched Stan’s head, and the other she laid over Goa’s hand on her hip. Her own hips rose and fell with the pace they set, cranking the sexual heat inside her up and up. She tried circling her own hips and was rewarded by Goa’s moan and the feeling of his cock dragging along her internal walls. She would have liked to do it again, but she wanted to attempt something that would please Stan next time. So she tugged his head closer to her face and pressed her lips to his forehead.
    He, too, moaned, and lifted his lips to hers, kissing her passionately as he thrust his cock up and down between her breasts. His tongue dived into her mouth, mimicking what the two cocks were doing to her body. The extreme carnality of it all made