Brown, Berengaria - Possess Me [Possessive Passions 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read online

  “That’s good, but if needs be, we’ll move back into the apartment.”

  “Thank you for that. I know how hard that’ll be for you. But I’m hopeful it won’t be necessary.”

  “Gods, Shiloah, we’d do anything for you. We love you,” said Goa, sliding on top of her and thrusting deep into her cunt.

  “It’s no coincidence I call you ‘precious.’ You’re the most precious thing I’ve ever known,” added Stan, his lips closing over a nipple and sucking it into his hot, wet mouth.

  They’d already made love that night, and she’d had two excellent orgasms, yet as soon as Goa began stroking deep inside her cunt in that calm, assured way of his, she felt another peak begin to coil deep inside her core. The tension inside her grew as her pussy creamed around Goa’s broad cock. He pumped in and out of her, gradually increasing the speed and power of his movements, the sexual tension inside her rising along with his efforts.

  Shiloah dug her fingers into the taut muscles of his ass, holding him to her, loving the power of his pistoning hips as he held his torso up off her body so Stan could kiss, lick, and lave her breasts.

  Stan was very much a breast man, she’d decided. He loved to suck not just the nipple, but the entire areola into his mouth. He palmed one breast as he sucked the flesh of the other, his fingers tweaking one nipple and massaging the underside of one globe as his mouth teased and tormented the other.

  Goa increased his pace again. Now he was pounding into her, and she was gasping with the need to come. Goa slammed deep and hard. His cock rammed the edge of her cervix, and she shattered, the intense pleasure/pain driving her over the cliff and into release. As her pussy gripped his cock, she felt Goa’s hot seed spurting deep inside her. He stroked a few more times, but without his usual methodical rhythm, then rested his head beside her on the bed. “I love you,” he whispered.

  “I love you, too. Both of you,” she replied breathlessly.

  Goa pulled out of her and lay beside her, turning her head to him and kissing her mouth with sweet gentleness.

  Shiloah pulled him into her arms to hug then turned to kiss Stan.

  “Are you sore?” he asked.

  Shiloah saw his cock, huge and red, with that cute slight curve, and smiled. “Please, love me, too.”

  A broad grin broke across his face, and Stan slid up the bed to kiss her, then down again to grab her legs. He rested the sole of each foot on his shoulder then pressed into her, bending her knees back and back until they were almost touching her own shoulders, while the soles of her feet remained on his shoulders. This position gave him the ability to penetrate her very deeply, and the bend in his shaft meant his cockhead dragged along her walls, arousing her again instantly.

  After so many orgasms, she should have been sore, her muscles aching, but she was so ready for him she knew she’d climax again, and soon. Stan rested his hands on her breasts, his fingers automatically playing with her nipples. Goa leaned in to kiss her again, his tongue sliding into her mouth, mimicking Stan’s cock before teasing around her teeth, across the roof of her mouth, and along the insides of her cheeks.

  Shiloah gasped in a breath. Already her nerve endings were on fire again. Her clit was hot and hard. When Stan pulled right back, he deliberately stroked his cock over her G-spot, almost making her cry out with arousal. She was close, so very close, to coming again. Amazing!

  Stan grinned at her, and very intentionally, did it again. At the same time, he pinched both her nipples. With a scream, Shiloah shattered, the climax racing through her from her cunt and her breasts simultaneously. Stan moved his hands to her hips to hold her as he powered into her once, twice, three times, before he blasted his seed into her. Goa leaned over her body and gently sucked her nipples then kissed her softly on the forehead. “Rest now, my love. Everything will work out for the best.”

  * * * *

  Stan and Goa stood beside Grandfather Ugyen, who stared across the fields to the rice paddy. Small green shoots were visible under the water, and if they watched carefully, they could see tiny fish darting among them. He nodded at the men.

  They remained silent as he turned to the rose garden where Orna and Shiloah were tying the stems back to a trellis. This time he smiled.

  “You have done well, my grandsons. I wasn’t brave enough to be the sole husband of a woman, and there was no other only son I wanted to share my home and a wife with. It was the right decision, but I was resigned to a long and lonely life. Now I have been blessed with a family once again. No man could ask for sturdier grandsons or a prettier granddaughter. Even Orna has bloomed once more into a beautiful woman I rejoice to call my daughter. I’m proud of the way you’ve brought this house and land to life once again. Now, tell me all about your plans for the south field.”

  Stan could see the love, joy, happiness, and peace in the old man’s eyes. His own heart was full of gratitude, too. They were a family. Life was very good. No man could ask for more.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Berengaria is a multi-published author of erotic romance: contemporary, paranormal (ghosts, vampires, fairies and werewolves) and Regency-set historical. She loves to read all different kinds of romance so that is what she writes: one man/one woman; two women; two men; two men/one woman; three men, two women/one man…. Whatever the characters need for their very hot happily-ever-after, Berengaria makes sure they get it.

  Also by Berengaria Brown

  Ménage Amour: Forever Yours 1: Intensity

  Ménage Amour: Forever Yours 2: Complexity

  Ménage Amour: Forever Yours 3: Eternity

  Ménage Amour: Possessive Passions 1: Shared Possession

  Ménage and More: Vivienne’s Vacation

  Ménage Amour: Tempting Tenealle

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