ROMANCE: Party of Three: A Lustful Collection of Menage Romance (Menage Romance, Bisexual Romance, Stepbrother Romance) by Brittanee Farrow Read Free Book Online Page A

then.”
                  His touch is firm—he wants me to know exactly what he’s doing. My mouth is slightly dry, and I shake off the fog, hurrying back to the house to get ready.
                  Miss Norris really is a whiz at hair and makeup. She somehow wrangles my unruly hair into a classic updo—I feel like a voluptuous Audrey Hepburn. And the makeup is exceptional, if not thick. She has managed to contour my face into a slimmer version of itself, and my lips look fuller with the classic red shade. My eye makeup is simple—winged liner and a sweep of brown in the crease of my eyelids. I’m unrecognizable.
                  Her talents don’t stop there—she has picked three dresses, all in the right size. One is a bold red, floor length, with a beaded strapless bodice and chiffon skirt. The second is a deep emerald with a sweetheart neckline, intricate draping and a knot on the bust, and an empire waist that flows away from my stomach. Last is a sheath dress, cream with black lace overlay. The black lace continues to the floor, while the cream underneath stops above the knee.
                  Miss Norris watches my reactions, then confirms. “The green one?” I nod, and she smiles. “It’s my favorite, too.”
                  She zips up my back, and hands me a small beaded clutch, which she has already stocked with money, lipstick, and mints. I add my phone, then give her a warm hug.’
    “You’re the best.”
                  Smiling, she waves from the porch and I step into the limo. I don’t think I’m Cinderella, but Miss Norris is absolutely a fairy godmother.

 
    Leather and Lace
                  Jace is already in the limo, sipping champagne, and he offers me a glass.
    “You look good enough to eat,” he whispers, leaning in to give me my drink. His breath tickles my neck, and I am suddenly nervous. Jace is unfamiliar. We have no history and everything is a question mark. The small bit of fear is tempered with excitement, and I begin to ache wondering what’s in store.
    “Bottoms up,” I raise my glass, and down the contents without pausing.
                  He looks surprised, but follows my lead and then sets the glasses aside.
    “We have a long ride.” He kicks off his shoes and unbuckles his belt, then pulls me onto his lap. “How shall we entertain ourselves?”
                  I blush, imagining his plans as his finger trails the neckline of my dress. He starts by the strap, just next to my collarbone, and follows the fabric down to my breast, where he pauses. His eyes sear into mine, and with a devious smile, he unzips the back of my dress. I’m left in only black lace lingerie, and he stares, then begins to caress my thighs, every time his thumb inching closer the peak of my need. He finally reaches and begins to stroke me, through the panties. My body strains to push myself harder against his hand, and he takes this as a sign to pull my panties off entirely. He kneels and reassumes his attentions, only his mouth is now licking, stroking, flicking me. Just the wet sound alone pushes me closer to the edge and I come suddenly, moaning loudly, clutching his hair in my hands as he still licks between my legs. I’m still coming and the sensations are too much, I have to push his head away.
                  My mouth is still open in shock as he slides two fingers inside of me, swirling in the juices and feeling the clutches from inside with each wave of my orgasm. Wordlessly, he tugs his pants completely off and gives me a second to observe his thick member before he pushes inside. He’s so big that it aches, but in a good way, and he wastes no time building up momentum. The speed is fast and each thrust is hard, pushing me back into the leather seats. Despite myself, something is building inside and the more he hammers into me the stronger it gets until we both come,