[Ménage Amour: Erotic May-December Cowboy Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M]
Suzy has always wanted more. Now, she has all she can handle and she still wonders, "Is it enough?" When the Giovanni brothers introduce Suzy to a close friend, she gets her answer and finds herself wondering. Does Branson Braxton have anything to offer a woman or is he only interested in an eight-second ride?
A man hell-bent on keeping his friends safe, Branson Braxton goes out of his way to protect the Giovanni family. Soon, he finds he’s devoted and attracted to Suzy Giovanni. He’ll do anything to protect her and goes out of his way to love her.
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
A quick swat landed against my pussy, and I looked at Branson. “Let me up!” I said playfully.
“Lie down,” he ordered. “Marco can come kiss you.”
Marco grinned. “You don’t have to ask me again.”
Marco’s lips met my mouth. Branson’s met my pussy, and his long, meaty tongue uncurled in the most elaborate fashion, immediately going to work for my pleasure.
I groaned into Marco’s kiss, and Alanzo rubbed a flattened hand over my belly, inching closer and closer to my breasts.
Cupping my behind, Branson raised my hips, and his tongue darted in and out of my cunt. Branson was magnificent between a woman’s legs, and with his oral skills, well, there was just no way I’d ever consider letting him go after such an encounter.
Marco didn’t stop kissing me. “Yes,” he muttered. “We have some celebrating to do.”
I sighed as Branson’s tongue traveled, pushing higher and higher. I was lost somewhere between my bedroom and heaven. Alanzo’s fingers dipped between my legs and he manipulated my clit.
Alanzo’s touch was like a hot bolt of electricity as he rolled the hard point over and over again, carefully maneuvering my intimate little button. Branson’s quick tongue worked for pleasure, striking in and out of my pussy until I was practically begging for one of them to fuck me. Marco kissed me, guiding my hand between his legs.
“I’m coming,” I whispered, ready to fly, anxious to feel that exquisite burning pleasure.
“Not yet,” Branson said, kissing a path from my pussy to my knee, licking my trembling thighs, with a hungry sigh falling from his lips every few seconds.
Alanzo pulled me over him. My back pressed against his chest. Marco knelt beside my head, and Branson held my legs open, watching Alanzo enter me from behind.
I gulped when Alanzo sank inside my ass, turning my head and indulging in the pleasure. Marco’s dick was there, straining against my mouth.
“Let me feel those sweet lips surround me,” Marco encouraged, stroking my cheek.
Fingers danced around my opening. Branson kept watching the joining of bodies, tugging at his erection with one hand, fingering me with the other.
Marco shifted, gaining a better position, easing his cock between my lips at an angle guaranteed to induce satisfaction. Easily, I took him to my throat, and he jerked. Then, he started to pump and grind.
Alanzo fucked my ass, pushing me forward as he screwed me. Branson held himself at my opening as if he awaited the perfect time to slip inside.
Drenched in heat, I moaned against Marco’s cock, blinking as he thrust between my lips. Alanzo pounded my ass, working for his satisfying moment, clutching my body while he reached for release, sought it, and ultimately found everything he desired.
Alanzo yelped. Marco fucked my mouth, and Branson finally joined us, stuffing his cock inside my pussy and immediately going for the prize, searching for the climax everyone wanted to ride.
Marco’s cum jetted to the back of my throat. “That’s my girl,” he said, collapsing as he withdrew and eyeing Branson with obvious concern, or perhaps, out of curiosity.
Alanzo finished, and slowly slipped away. Branson grabbed me from the bed, turning into this wild lover with an unleashed passion so intense, I readily responded, anxious to see where all of this would lead.
Gripping my ass, Branson walked toward the recliner, kissing me as he carried me, holding me so close I became the heat blistering his skin. When he sat on the recliner, his mouth fell to my breasts and he gently toyed with the nipples, circling each over and over again.
My legs fell across the armrests on either side, and he plunged inside me again, rocking me as we fucked, holding me to him as he reached for another moment, one we could claim as our own.
“That’s it,” he whispered, watching me with his bright, lust-filled eyes. “Get all you need,” he said in a raspy voice. “Ride me, baby. Ride me hard.”
And who was I if I couldn’t oblige?