Two Knights of Passion (MFM)
Bewitching Desires 2

Excerpt

ADULT EXCERPT

The need to touch and taste them forced her fingers to unhook her bra and shove her panties down her legs. Her breath came in shaky, panting gulps. The blood in her veins pulsed to her clit. Moisture gushed from her pussy. She was ready to mate. She needed to mate.

The water fought against her forward progress as she strode into the lake toward the men who’d promised they could give her sexual enjoyment. Unable to choose one over the other, she stopped between them, reaching out to cradle both sets of their balls in her hands. “Show me what you can do to please me.”

Amalric’s free hand snaked around her neck, pulling her close enough to cover her mouth with his. He pressed several light kisses to her lips before sliding his tongue along the seam. Her nearly nonexistent will to resist died. She met his invasion with a forceful thrust, sparring with him as a growl rumbled from his mouth into her throat. It sparked a surge of primal desire, and she nipped at his tongue.

Lightly furred skin rubbed against her back, and hands cupped her breasts. Something long and hard lay nestled in the valley of her ass. Ranulf. Another stiff dick brushed her stomach. Amalric. Sandwiched between them, relief seemed within reach.

“Wilt thou saveth a kiss for me, sweet Lu?” Teeth tugged at her earlobe, sending a rush of tingles to her nipples and down her arms to her fingers.

She could only moan her response past the aggressive tongue in her mouth. With intense yearning coursing through her, she longed for more. Dragging her lips from Amalric’s, she bit his shoulder and arched into his erection. “Give me what I want.”

“What dost thou want, love?” His finger dipped into her wetness, the thick digit impaling her.

A spasm rippled through her pussy. Thumbs rubbed over the hard nubs on her breasts, triggering another quick pulse of sensation. She struggled to breathe and speak as lips caressed her neck. “More. I want more. Please.”

Amalric’s brown eyes darkened until they were almost black, and a wicked smile sent his mouth curving upward. He wiggled his finger inside her, setting off more tremors. “Wouldst thou be offended were I to taste thy womanly juices and lick thy moist petals?”

“Yes. I mean, no. Oh, please eat my pussy.”

Pussy? Amalric lowered himself to his knees, hoping Lu’s strange word had the meaning of his thoughts. He lifted her leg to rest upon his shoulder, the movement exposing the pink flesh hiding her most precious jewel. Her earthy smell made his cock twitch and his mouth long for a taste. Was she ready?

A look up at her face provided all the answer he needed. Ranulf had taken over the enjoyable task of kissing her, his hands massaging the berry-tipped mounds of her tits. Neither he nor Ranulf had shared a woman prior to this day, but loving Lu together seemed a natural way to give her the pleasure she begged. They would take her to the most high of heaven, showing her that a man—or men—could bring her the greatest of womanly joys.

Kissing a path up her inner thigh, Amalric leashed the urge to carry her to the bank and bury himself inside her. Her skin was soft and smooth beneath his lips, lean muscle shaping her strong legs. The lack of fine hairs on her knee and calf puzzled him. Didst she come from a race of peoples with little hair on their bodies?

Studying the triangle of dark curls above her pretty cunt, he pressed his mouth to her musky wetness instead of thinking about unimportant matters. A breathy moan came from above him. His tongue slipped between her slick folds, lapping up the sweet nectar of her desire. She squirmed against him, and he grasped her hips, holding her in place as he sought her hiding, swollen gem.

A long swipe past her tight tunnel to the juncture of her lower lips yielded a firm, wet bud. He flicked over it, back and forth, back and forth. Another upward glance sent a surge of white heat to his ballocks. Ranulf’s tongue circled Lu’s nipple, and then he sucked it into his mouth. Grateful for his friend’s aid in pleasuring her, Amalric focused all his attention on licking her sweet pussy.

Lu’s unrestrained feminine cries almost made Ranulf spend his seed in the water. She trembled and convulsed against him, Amalric’s mouth still on the delicate bud in her nethermost lips. The spark of jealousy had fled, replaced by lust and the need to show Lu the pleasure she deserved. Working together, he and Amalric had proven that honorable men saw to a lover’s satisfaction before their own.

Amalric finally released her, returning her foot to the sandy floor of the lake and standing with a triumphant smile on his face. He leaned in to nuzzle her neck. “Thou art most tasty.”

Lu grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him back. “Are you tasty, too? I want to suck your cock.” She turned her heavy-lidded eyes to Ranulf. “Fuck me. Please.”

Ranulf’s heart stopped for a beat then threatened to pound through his chest. “Thou hath no need to beg.”

He led her to waist-deep water, where Amalric helped her float on her back, guiding her mouth to his erection. Ranulf wrapped her legs around his waist and lined up his shaft at her entrance. In one swift thrust, he buried himself in her wet heat. Her inner walls squeezed and pulsed as he savored joining with her.

With slow, deep strokes, he glided in and out of her welcoming cunt. She moaned around the cock in her mouth, Amalric’s hips matching his rhythm. Her full mounds of flesh bobbed and swayed with the movement.