The Patient Is a Shark [Shape-Shifter Clinic 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Cara Adams Read Free Book Online Page B

his boxers in a determined fist.
    “Wynter?” he gulped.
    “Fuck me, please. Take me from behind so it doesn’t hurt my knee. Do it, Rainer, please, please, please. I need you to fuck me right now.”
    She let go of his cock and placed her hands on her panties, trying to tug them down. His brain was out to lunch right now, but his hands instantly cooperated in sliding the tiny garment down her legs and off over her feet.
    “Quinn, suck my breasts. Lick them, bite them, help me to come,” she ordered.
    Rainer’s cock was already trying to push into her pussy from behind, but with his last functioning brain cell he managed to ask, “Wynter, are you sure about this? Are you sure you want us to fuck you?”
    “Yes, yes, now, please. Fuck me now.”
    Rainer couldn’t wait any longer. It was what he wanted above all things anyway. He pressed his cock between her legs into her hot and welcoming cunt. She was very wet, very ready for him, and he held her hips and began to pump into her, his mouth pressing kisses to her shoulder as he did.
    On the other side of her, Quinn was groaning, his mouth on her breasts. Well, Quinn wasn’t holding back saying it wasn’t professional either.
    Rainer stopped thinking and started feeling. Feeling her skin pushing back against him, her ass cheeks no longer soft, but rough and scratchy now, her back the same. Feeling the tightness and heat of her gripping his cock in a warm, firm, wet fist, more wonderful than he could ever have imagined.
    He pressed his chest to her back, holding her shoulders, kissing her skin, pumping into her with his hips working hard, wanting to pleasure her with everything he could offer her.
    Wynter was making little whimpering noises now, her butt pushing back against him, her hips rotating and driving him wild. Quinn’s face was against her skin, and over Wynter’s happy little noises he could hear Quinn’s murmurs of appreciation, too.
    He slid one hand down her side, stroking and petting her every inch of the way until he reached her hip. For long moments he drew circles on her skin with his fingertips, gradually working his way closer and closer to her pussy, until finally he could touch her clit. It was burning hot and engorged. Happily, he stroked it while he continued to thrust into her strongly, trying to penetrate her as deeply as he could with his cock, to pleasure her to the utmost.
    Quinn’s face was buried between her breasts, and he had one hand on each, playing with the nipples. Rainer could see how huge her nipples were, could feel how aroused her clit was, and could hear more of the happy noises she was making. She was still pressing back onto his cock, driving him wild with need.
    It didn’t last, it couldn’t. He was far too aroused, and she was much too animated and frantic in her movements for him to slow the action down.
    She gasped, shook, and collapsed between them, and his cock exploded without him being aware of doing anything extra.
    To his surprise she leaned forward, grabbed Quinn’s erection and sucked him down her throat. Rainer withdrew from her to give them a bit more space, but Wynter used her hands and mouth on Quinn so fast that only a few minutes later Quinn warned, “I’m coming,” as she held him in her mouth and swallowed.
    Wynter lay down again, and Rainer rested his head on her back. Her skin was hot and rough. They really needed to get her to the beach soon, but he was curious to know why she wanted them to make love to her. How did a man ask a woman that? Wasn’t it supposed to be the man who seduced the woman?
    She didn’t say anything, so as a gentleman, he supposed that meant he shouldn’t say anything either.
    He must have fallen asleep, because it was a while later when he slid off the bed, pulled his boxers back up, and went into the bathroom. After a really quick shower, he got dressed in the living room. Quinn followed him out only five minutes later.
    Rainer was wearing his board shorts,