[Ménage Amour: Erotic Historical Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, bondage, sex toys]
Camille Capria is the loveliest girl in London, and three dukes, the Tremont brothers, have decided to have her. Mortimer and Knoll Tremont aren't interested in marriage, but they are interested in having Camille in their bed. The brothers hatch a plan for the oldest, Titus, to marry Camille so all three of them can share her with a veneer of propriety. The problem is they have to talk her into it. The bigger problem is that Camille has a secret.
Will desire be enough to keep them all together when the past threatens to destroy the present?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
“My perfect bride. I’m so happy.” Gentle hands pulled her beaded, silky underpants down.
“Sweet heavens,” Knoll whispered.
“And you’re all ours,” Titus said as Camille felt warm hands on her backside, then lips kissing and sucking her globes. She sighed, her pussy growing wet. Camille squirmed, wanting to be touched.
“Since you’re my bride, I’m going to consummate the marriage first.” Titus’s voice was hoarse and brooked no argument. Camille nodded, looking over her shoulder as he slid his breeches down and ripped off his waistcoat and shirt. His blond hair gleamed in the last rays of day that spilled through the window, falling on his thick cock as it rose against his stomach. He’s gorgeous, and he’s mine. She felt his rigid cock against her bottom, pressing into her. Camille whimpered with desire.
“That’s all for you, Camille. I’ve been holding out for days and nights since you were here, wanting to spill my seed every night with dreams of your breasts and your pussy spread before me.”
“Bend over the bed further so we can see your sweet pussy, Camille.” Knoll spoke, his voice quiet as usual. Camille spread out against the bed, her stomach and cheek flat. She heard Mortimer suck in his breath.
“Hurry up, Titus. I’m not going to be able to hold out, looking at her.” A rustling of clothes ensued as she felt Titus’s fingers inside her pussy, probing deeply.
“How does that feel, sweet bride? Is it enough?” He rubbed around her clit until it became swollen and painful.
“No,” Camille whispered, her eyes closed.
“What else do you want? Tell me. I want to hear it.”
“Your cock inside me.”
“Do you, now? I think I can oblige.” He spread her pussy wide, and Camille groaned loudly as he slid into her, hot and thick, penetrating her deeply due to the angle and his length.
“How do you like your first cock?” Titus whispered, and Camille felt the softness of his pubic thatch against her ass.
“I do like it very much,” she murmured, her face turning red.
“I want to hear it a bit louder, or I’ll have to take it back.” Titus slid out of her, and she whimpered.
“I like it. I want you to fill my pussy.”
“I’m glad to hear it, princess.” His voice was thick with lust as he pushed into her, making her gasp as he hit her cervix. He rubbed her swollen clit lazily.
“I think I’m going to come first, and you can wait. I want you to really enjoy me and my brothers. How’s that sound?”
“As you wish.” Camille closed her eyes in ecstasy as he slid in and out of her, his hand on her hips as he thrust.
“We will take care of you as well, my queen.” Titus pounded into her, and she moaned with her arousal, aching for release as she knew his orgasm was near.