Brown, Berengaria - Ultimate Possession [Possessive Passions 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read online

  “How are they going to get her through the town soaking wet?”

  “They’ll figure it out,” said Chevaunne laconically, handing them all towels.

  “You knew. You planned this,” challenged Kiri.

  “No, I didn’t know anything. But I wondered. Paul was really insistent, asking when we’d be back here and how long did I think y’all would stay. He’s good friends with Barry, so I wondered. But it was all guesswork, no facts.”

  “Hmmf. We’d all better get dressed and go home then. But it’s a purely awesome end to our day. I’m so happy for Anh,” said Kiri.

  “Plus the wedding tomorrow. I love weddings,” added Shiloah happily.

  * * * *

  “Had a good time, sweetheart?” asked George as Kiri walked into the shop.

  “Oh yes. You’ll never guess what we had for lunch.”

  “Lunch?”

  Kiri watched carefully as George and Wang exchanged glances. “You already know. Who told you?”

  “Know what?”

  “Told us what?”

  The men’s answers came simultaneously, but Kiri wasn’t fooled. “You already know what my news is. So who told you? How did you find out so fast?”

  Wang put his hand on his heart and said dramatically, “Kiri, love, I promise you, I have no clue whatsoever as to what you women ate for lunch. Please tell me.”

  She was not distracted. Kiri stood right in front of him, nose to nose, and poked his chest firmly with every word. “Who told you Anh was getting abducted today?”

  “Ow!” said Wang, rubbing his chest.

  Kiri glared at him then looked at George. George held his hands up in a gesture of peace. “Please, don’t attack me!” he begged.

  Before she could ask him anything else, the shop door opened, and a family came in chattering loudly. “We’ll finish this conversation later,” she threatened.

  * * * *

  Chevaunne was so close to coming her body was on fire with need. The four of them were lying on their sides on their huge bed— Jim in her ass, Sam in her cunt, and Paul in her mouth. The three men had her gripped tightly between them, controlling her every movement, drawing out the tension, cranking her need higher and higher with every touch, every stroke.

  She was so full, so possessed, so surrounded with hot, hard, male bodies, hands and mouths all over her skin, teasing and tormenting her. Chevaunne knew when she came, it would be earth shattering from the huge buildup they were imposing on her. She wanted to beg them to let her come but didn’t want to let Paul slide out of her mouth. He felt so good in there.

  She wanted to run her hands over their chests. The solid walls of muscles were endlessly fascinating to her, but they had forced her arms down and locked them to her sides with their own bodies.

  Her breasts were heavy and aching, the nipples loving the hands pulling and stretching them. Her pussy was so full, her honey flooding Sam’s cock with every stroke, her walls on fire with every nerve ending screaming for release. And her ass. Oh god, Jim was driving her insane with his wicked thrusts there. She was so close, so close, so desperate for—

  The orgasm roared through her, exploding in her breasts, her cunt, her ass, sending fiery flames of delight out through her toes, her fingers, her head. Cum burst in her mouth, her pussy, her ass, the extra heat adding to her delight, prolonging her climax, deepening it, giving her shards of delight so brilliant they were almost painful.

  “So good, so very good,” Chevaunne murmured once Paul had withdrawn his cock from her mouth. “If Anh is having half this much fun, she’s a hell of a lucky woman. But I’m the luckiest of all.”

  * * * *

  Shiloah was on her hands and knees on the bedroom floor. Goa was pounding into her from behind, and Stan was kneeling in front of her so she could suck his cock. Goa’s fingers were tugging on her clit, and Stan’s hands on were on her breasts, pinching at her nipples, moving from one to other with dizzying speed.

  Shiloah’s brain was completely fried with her need to climax. It was all she could do to stay upright and suck on Stan’s cock. His flavor was so delicious she craved more and more of him, but Goa was driving her insane with wicked twists and turns of his hips as he thrust deep inside her, so deep he nudged her cervix, sending her to the edge of the cliff but then holding her there, not letting her come yet.

  She wanted, needed, was desperate to come. The men must have exchanged looks over her body as they so often did because out of nowhere came two hard, sharp slaps on her ass, sending her off the cliff’s edge and into pleasure, as hot, thick cum hit the back of her throat and filled her pussy.

  Shiloah shook and trembled, only managing to stay upright because of the men’s support. Finally, the last waves rolled over her body, and the spasms in her cunt slowed and stopped.

  In moments the men were holding her in their arms under hot streams of water in the shower, Goa washing her long hair, Stan supporting her body. Then they swapped over, Goa holding her while Stan washed her with her own favorite rose soap.

  She snuggled into bed, wrapped in the four heavily muscled arms of her men. “I hope Anh is feeling as cherished as I am right now,” she mumbled before falling fast asleep.

  * * * *

  Kiri was upside down, being held in position with her legs over George’s shoulders, her hands gripping his knees, and Wang eating her pussy. George’s legs were braced wide apart, and Kiri was trying hard not to giggle.

  “We could lie down on the bed, you know,” she suggested, wondering how her pussy could be so very aroused when all the blood in her body should be rushing to her head.

  “Boring. Done that before,” said George, moving the arm bracing her waist to hold her across her breasts. Instantly, her nipples pebbled, pressing into his strong arms.

  “Oh, I see you like that,” he said.

  “She likes this, too,” said Wang, lifting his head from her pussy before lowering it again to swipe his tongue along her seam and suck her clit into his mouth.

  Kiri gave a little scream. How could it feel so good when she was upside down?

  George used his palms to manipulate her nipples while still holding her firmly, and Wang licked, and sucked, and nibbled at her cunt. The tension was rising higher and higher in her. Despite all the odds, Kiri was about to come. “Gods!” she screamed as the spasms rolled through her, her pussy trying to hold onto Wang’s tongue.

  Wang thrust three fingers deep inside her and twisted them to touch her sweet spot while still sucking on her clit. More spasms pulsed through her body, shaking her in George’s arms.

  “That was foreplay. Now, we fuck,” said George, flipping her upright again.

  “I think I’m too dizzy,” she said, sagging in his arms.

  “Close your eyes,” advised Wang, settling her on the bed and pressing his cock at her still-quivering cunt.

  “I hope Anh’s men are as innovative as you two are,” Kiri replied, hugging him to her as he thrust deep inside her cunt.

  * * * *

  Anh was sound asleep, wrapped tightly between Russell and Tim with Barry’s arms stretching across his brother to rest on her shoulder. She’d been thoroughly claimed, totally possessed, in every way three loving, inventive men could think of. Tim had kept count of her orgasms, and he knew she’d had four definites, with a possible fifth.

  She was everything he’d dreamed of, and he was the happiest man on earth. Anh had made them into a true family, knitted them together with her body so willingly shared with them all.

  “Thank you, Kiri, for making me understand how much I needed her. May the gods bless you abundantly,” he whispered, before resting his head on Anh’s breast and breathing deeply of her wonderful floral scent, heightened by her sexy musk. He closed his eyes to sleep, knowing he’d happily spend every night of the rest of his life just like this.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR


  Berengaria is a multi-published author of erotic romance: contemporary, paranormal (ghosts, vampires, fairies and werewolves) and Regency-set historical. She loves to read all different kinds of romance so that is what she writes: one man/one woman; two women; two men; two men/one woman; three men, two women/one man… Whatever the characters need for their very hot happily-ever-after, Berengaria makes sure they get it.

  Also by Berengaria Brown

  Ménage Amour: Forever Yours 1: Intensity

  Ménage Amour: Forever Yours 2: Complexity

  Ménage Amour: Forever Yours 3: Eternity

  Ménage Amour: Possessive Passions 1: Shared Possession

  Ménage Amour: Possessive Passions 2: Possess Me

  Ménage and More: Vivienne’s Vacation

  Ménage Amour: Tempting Tenealle

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