[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, bondage, spanking, figging, sex toys]
Julie Jenkins should’ve died. After crawling away from one of the worst crashes in drag racing history, Julie faces rehabilitation manipulated by two stubborn cowboys. Somewhere along the way, she discovers her torrid past and accepts her racing failures as stepping-stones to a future filled with love.
Duke and Hank Hinman are troubled by Julie’s accident. They build an automobile with Julie’s protection in mind, hoping she’ll prefer stock cars to dragsters. When tampered brakes nearly put her in the wall, Julie reevaluates career choices. Someone wants to kill her, but the reason behind their quest isn’t clear. Suspecting foul play will continue, Duke and Hank vow to protect Julie. However, they quickly discover it’s hard to win a race when the opponent refuses to show his face. And it’s harder still to defeat the challenger when the opposition refuses to lose.
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Duke removed the dildo and thrust his tongue between her folds as quickly as he tossed the toy. She released a sigh of relief, bucking against his lips. At the same time, Hank cupped her breast, tweaking her nipple with his thumb, rolling the little bud in a circular motion.
This was why she’d never been able to move on without the Hinmans. They held extraordinary power over her body. They owned her heart.
One touch and she was melted butter. One lick and she was pure cream. She could literally come on contact, particularly after they’d left her alone to anticipate the forthcoming activities.
Her next breath caught in her chest as Hank’s mouth hovered over hers. Duke’s full lips occupied her intimate ones, and each man kissed her with an unforgettable tongue.
Hank’s tongue made a claiming like never before, and their kiss was deep and passionate, hot and enticing. Duke’s mouth petitioned for a climax that was bound to come. He dove between her folds, lapping at her so rapidly she could’ve sworn the devil made him do it.
Sipping at her lips, he moaned as he plunged inside her, twirling his tongue higher and higher, providing her with the most intimate kiss a man could possibly offer his woman. “There,” he whispered, nudging a finger into place. “Here,” he crooned, adding another two.
“Oh God, Hank, it’s so good.”
“Hank, hell,” Duke grumbled, covering her entire opening with his mouth as he ate her pussy, jerking his head from side to side as his tongue went to work with a new speed. Oh, heaven help her. Now, she was close.
And just when she was about to explode, Duke towered over her and, without a second to spare, he grabbed Hank’s goodie bag, ripped a foil packet with his teeth, suited up in record time, and rammed inside her.
“Fuck, yeah,” he breathed as soon as he gained his seated position.
The strokes were quick and heavenly. She turned away from Hank’s lips, and he held her head so he could look into her eyes as Duke screwed her. “Feels good, doesn’t it, my little submissive?”
“Oh God, yes,” she breathed, locking her legs behind Duke’s back.
Hank’s fingers scraped over her nipple. He fisted his cock and, staying to the left of her head, he dropped his dick between her lips, feeding her an inch at a time.
Now she couldn’t cry out as Duke rode her. She couldn’t tell him what she needed, or demand more than what he was willing to give.
“That’s it,” Hank crooned. “Show me how much you like sucking cock. Make me a believer.”
Her tongue wrapped around Hank’s thick dick while Duke pounded inside her, his penis thrumming inside her walls as she clenched and closed around him. She tried to use her inner muscles to keep Duke lodged between her folds, but he was breaking down her defenses.
She mumbled against Hank’s shaft. She knew to ask for permission to come, a task quite difficult to accomplish when a man’s penis was pulsing at her throat. She grunted as Duke hammered inside her. Batting her eyelashes, she sucked harder as she drew Hank all the way to her tonsils.
“You need to come, don’t you, submissive one?” Hank asked, keeping his cock buried to the hilt.
“Hmm…” she managed, swallowing the tip and releasing him halfway.
He refused to pull out and let her tell them of her wishes. Instead, he kept screwing her mouth.
“Good God, she’s tight,” Duke crooned, pushing the weight of his cock as deep as he could go. “She’s like a virgin.”
“Then that can only mean one thing,” Hank said, pulling out enough to let her drag her tongue across the slit. “You need to come, don’t you? You need to get off because it’s been a long time, hasn’t it, sub?”
“Yes,” she whispered, pressing her lips to his crest as if to give him a firm, closed-mouth kiss. She pulled him between her cheeks again, flipping her tongue over the end of his cock, deliberately fluttering her tip against his shape.
“Good hell I love that damn tongue of yours.”
“Hmm, hmm. And I need an orgasm,” she teased, releasing him again. “Please.”
She was there already, and Duke wasn’t stopping her. He must’ve felt her walls collapse, the way they vibrated against his shaft.
“Come, Julie!” he screamed, fucking her like a wild man. His cock pounded inside her as she sucked Hank all the way to her throat, refusing to let him pull out until they’d all found their pleasure together.
Reaching that old familiar lover’s rhythm didn’t take long. Without a moment to spare, a pause or delay, they rocked in tandem, moved in time.