[Ménage and More: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, Consensual BDSM, spanking, sex toys]
Holly Hamlin believes her promiscuous former days are behind her. Living well in East Tennessee, Holly is pampered and adored by two handsome cowboys. Life is wonderful. That is, until Holly’s previous boss reenters her life with a reminder. A woman with a provocative history seldom escapes her past unscathed.
After discovering Holly’s salacious tendencies, Kit and Kemper Keesling keep Holly under lock and key. If Holly remains on the Keesling farm, she’ll play by the house rules, but she isn’t quite ready to assume a submissive position. In fact, she enjoys leading the Keeslings around by their snooping little noses.
After Kit and Kemper realize Holly is a good-time junkie, they’re forced to rethink their incorporated BDSM practices. But are they committed enough to help Holly overcome her forte for pleasing other men? Can Holly beat her sex addiction and learn to cherish her cowboys’ love?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Natalie Acres is a Siren-exclusive author.
Holly mounted Kemper again like she meant to ride an untamed stud for a first-place ribbon. Her knees pressed against his thighs as he slid between her damp folds. Rubbing her clit against him, she arched forward, and after reaching behind her back, dropped her hand between his parted legs.
“Fuck me,” he crooned. “That’s nice, Holly.”
Quite carefully, she massaged his tender balls. Stroking his sac with three fingers, she occasionally squeezed the thin layer of skin right above his scrotum.
Hearty sighs fell from his lips. Resounding like a free fall of tumbling waves, a soft rhythmic and mesmerizing tempo set a quite different pace, a more romantic beat.
Kemper’s room was one of her favorite places to screw. With floor-to-ceiling mirrors, no angle was left unviewed. She liked observing their shapes as they rotated in tandem.
“This is what you wanted,” Kemper rasped. “I know what you need.”
“Yes,” she agreed, tossing her head back as he impaled her. Good Lord, there wasn’t another comparable feeling. Nothing trumped good loving.
Kemper clutched her legs as he entered and retreated. He moistened his lips and stared at their body-to-body connection, eyeing his dick as the thickness disappeared inside her pussy. The intense expression on his face, settling in his eyes, made her wetter, hotter. The fierce way he slammed his cock against her walls set fire to her soul, weighting her down with pumping adrenaline and a true need for more eroticism than ever before.
“Let’s have some fun, today, Kemper,” she whispered, insinuating one quick romp wouldn’t quite do the trick. Holding a position with one palm flat against his belly and the other curled around the shape of his nape, she kept her chest low and forward and her back high and straight.
She drew his head closer to her breasts, and he eagerly latched on to her hard nipple. A shard of unmatched pleasure zipped through her body as he pumped his cock inside her.
Kemper’s muscles rippled. His broad shoulders flexed. The outline of masculine flesh inspired her. Oh, how his manly form aroused her.
The fucking was incredible. Sounds of sex resounded. A mix of strawberry and vanilla candles, new flannel, and polished leather created an aroma she associated with home.
Her cunt enveloped him and she pulsed around his cock. The endless screwing, fast fucking, and numerous sounds of pleasure completely consumed her.
They danced to a lover’s rhythm. Their bodies slapped in time, playing out a well-known sensual song.
She couldn’t turn away from the looking glass as Kemper’s pace quickened. He pounded harder, sank deeper.
His ragged breath provided proof. He gave all he had to give.
Kemper rolled her nipple between his forefinger and thumb. She cried out for mercy but her insatiable desires drove her actions and her body demanded something more exquisite, a more intimate connection.
He was ravenous and she was unable to quench her everlasting lust. Yearning for more, she lost herself in the hour, and several orgasmic seconds turned into another sixty minutes of unharnessed, and quite gratifying, hardcore sex.
There wasn’t a resolution phase. One orgasm led to another. Several more followed.
The stage was set for romance, but their greed drove insatiable desires even though the feelings were there, buried underneath layers of uncontrollable passion.
Candles seasoned the air. Bouncing teardrop flames fluttered against the pale background of Kemper’s bedroom wall. Flickering buds of brilliant fire added to the sensual ambiance setting an extraordinary mood for a memorable liaison.
The heavy walnut headboard was banging. Ragged breaths, soft cries, and sudden groans or moans further enhanced the erotic atmosphere and far surpassed some of those she’d endured in late-night clubs. Sex like this, so delicious and insanely forbidden, captivated and held her, left her sated and yet starving for more.