[Menage Amour: Erotic Paranormal Menage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, public exhibition, sex toys]
Amos, Wesley and Keziah have been bed partners for a while. Amos and Wesley want Keziah to move in with them and become a permanent partner but she has refused, wanting to be independent. Then she stands up for her friend and loses her job.
Amos and Wesley convince her to move in with them and plan to screw her insensible to make her want to stay. But chaos erupts at the company board meeting as Amos’s incompetent father tries to use the ménage as a weapon to take control of the company from Amos, so Keziah decides the only solution is for her to leave. And the ghost has his own agenda…
A Siren Erotic Romance
4 CUPS: "Berengaria Brown’s Intensity is a ménage with an interesting and well developed storyline. The main characters are well defined, making them genuine and identifiable. Brown’s steamy sex scenes about an ordinary woman and two sensitive, hot hunks sizzle." -- Marilyn, Coffee Time Romance & More
4 CHERRIES: "Intensity is a quick erotic romance that was easy to read and kept my interest. The dynamics between Keziah, Amos and Wesley were well choreographed with dialogue and descriptions that complimented the story. I enjoyed the tidy and sweet happily ever after and I’m glad I read this book." -- Xeranthemum, Whipped Cream Reviews
“The second bedroom or little office or whatever you want to call it, is all yours, Keziah. Neither Wes nor I ever use it because we have all the office gear we need upstairs. Actually, would you like to come upstairs and see the office this weekend? I just realized you’ve never been there.”
“Yeah, sure, that would be great. Why is your office up among the apartments? All the other offices are down on the lower floors,” she asked.
“Originally, these two floors were one big apartment, but Great-Uncle John never married and Grandma Jane wanted to live in a house out in the suburbs, so it was way too much space. Uncle John divided this level into four apartments, just keeping this one for himself and using the next floor for the company offices. The staff have a keycard that only lets them out at the fifteenth floor, not at any of the other levels with apartments, so it all works out fine,” answered Amos.
“But we have first option on the other apartments on this floor, so we can always knock out a few walls and have a bigger home if we want to,” added Wesley.
Keziah was interested in the explanation but was finding it harder and harder to concentrate on conversation and eating when she had two such yummy men sitting at a table with her. Men with long, thick cocks she wanted inside her.
And I would rather suck their cocks and lick Wes’s tribal tattoo on his shoulder blade than eat salad. She cast hot, hungry looks at the men.
She saw Wesley’s gaze fixed on her breasts. Then she looked across at Amos and saw him staring at her as if he, too, wanted to eat her up.
Keziah gulped and was sure her thoughts were written in neon lights across her face.
Amos pushed back his chair, stood, and said, “I need to fuck you, right now.”
Keziah stood up and nodded, licking her lips as she looked at the huge bulge in the front of his suit pants.
I don’t know why he wants me, but God I want him—them—so much.
“Me too,” gasped Wesley in a strangled tone, kicking his chair back and unzipping his jeans.
The air sizzled with sexual tension as eyes glazed with lust and hands ripped clothes off, dropping them carelessly on the floor.
Amos swept his arm across the table, pushing all the dishes to one end, while Wesley pulled Keziah’s jeans and panties off with one swift move and sat her on the table. Amos jogged into the bedroom and came back with a box of condoms and a tube of lube while Wesley removed the last few items of clothing from himself and Keziah.
Stretching out her arms, Keziah whispered, “Come to me. Take me, both of you. I want you both so much.”
The men looked at each other and seemed to be communicating without words. Then Amos rolled on a condom and lifted her legs up onto his shoulders then slid into the wet heat of her channel. He pushed in slowly, letting her get used to his girth as he stretched her tissues to their maximum with his cock. When he was seated to the hilt inside her, he gently pushed her flat on the table and leaned forward. Wesley moved behind him to lube his ass. Each time Wes’s finger pushed into Amos’s hole, Amos thrust a little deeper into Keziah, dragging his cock along her walls and heightening her pleasure.
“Oh, yeah. That feels so good, the way you scissor your fingers inside me,” gasped Amos.
“Ready?” asked Wesley, and Amos nodded. As Wes pushed inside Amos’s rectum, Amos pushed deep inside Keziah. Then as Wes withdrew Amos withdrew.
In. Then out. Then in again, cranking the tension up higher and higher, increasing the speed slowly but steadily.
Wesley’s hands gripped Amos’s hips, and Amos had a firm grip on Keziah’s. She reached out and laid her hands on top of Wes’s, uniting the three of them as the men stroked in and out in a steady, synchronized beat.
“Feels so good,” she whispered, the dual thrusting sending desire burning through her.
Keziah lifted her legs off Amos’s shoulder and rested her heels on Wes’s back, linking the three of them even more closely. “You’re both so hot, so good.”
The two men pushed in and out harder and faster now, their breath coming in deep pants, their bodies slickening with sweat. Keziah could feel the orgasm starting deep in her core. She dug her heels into Wesley’s back hard, raising her hips just a fraction to give Amos a little more thrust. Her fingers curled over Wesley’s, gripping him as her body rose into the orgasm.
“Yes, yes, more. Just a little more,” she begged.