Claimed by the Trillionaires (Menage for Mankind Book 5) Read Free

and he pulled her to him.  She could feel his cock pressing against her through their clothes.  She stepped closer, wanting to become one with his body right there.
    Then she was spun around again.  "I'm Brice," the man told her as his lips came down on hers.  His hand cupped her breast, and she let out a low moan.  She needed one of them to take her.  Immediately.  But could she tell them that?
    Once again she was in a new man's arms.  "I'm Jaron," he whispered against her lips.  His hands trailed down over her ass, and he gripped her thighs, surprising her by picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist.  She felt his cock pressing against her core, and she wanted nothing more than to tell him to remove his pants and take her right there. 
    When she was back on her feet, she felt weak.  She wasn't sure she could walk there was so much pain between her thighs.  What would they think of her?
    The first man, Trystan, he'd said his name was, wrapped his arm around her waist.  "We're flying home to Minneapolis tonight," he told her.
    "Right now?" she asked, her voice a mere whisper.
    "Is there something you want to do first?" he asked, perplexed.  Was she hungry?  Whatever their little bride needed, he'd see to it that she got it.
    Sarah blushed profusely, but she wanted to start her marriage the way she wanted it to continue.  She had to tell him what she needed.  "Please.  Let's find somewhere private.  I need..."  She couldn't finish her sentence.  She was too embarrassed.
    Trystan stared at her in disbelief.  Was she really asking him to fuck her?  "You need?"
    She swallowed hard.  Could she even say the words?  "I need...this."  Her hand went to his cock and she stroked him through the thin fabric of his slacks.
    Trystan turned to Xavier, who was obviously in the middle of finishing all the transactions for the evening.  "Where can we be private?" he asked, his voice low and gruff.
    Xavier's eyes widened.  "This is most unusual."
    "Where?" Trystan demanded, his voice a growl.  His new bride was willing, and he wasn't going to wait another minute.  She was his.
    Xavier led them down the hall to a small room.  There was no bed, but there was a sofa and a dining table.  "This is where my men and I take breaks.  Please don't get it all nasty!"  He waited as they all went into the room and pulled the door closed behind him.
    Sarah looked around at the four men surrounding her.  "All of you?" she asked, her voice choked. 
    Trystan was already kicking off his shoes.  "We had planned to wait until we got back to the hotel we rented in Minneapolis, but you're in a hurry."
    "I—I'm afraid."  Sarah watched as her other three husbands settled onto the sofa while Trystan removed his shirt.
    "Well, we can't just leave them out of it."  He pushed his pants to the floor, standing before her with a raging erection.
    Sarah stared, the pulsing between her thighs starting all over again.  She reached out and touched his cock, her hand gripping it tightly.  Suddenly she didn't care if the other men watched or even participated.  All she cared about was having that thick piece of flesh inside her.
    She looked around.  How were they going to do this?  The three men were on the couch, so where was he going to...consummate their relationship?
    She didn't have to wonder for long.  He kissed her passionately, before turning her so her back was to him.  "Bend over the table, sweetheart," he murmured.  "Prop yourself on your forearms."
    She did as she was told, shuddering delicately.  She felt him lift the skirt of her dress.  Could they all see her most private parts?  Were they disgusted by her fat thighs?
    Then she felt his bare thighs pressed to the back of hers.  His thick, hard cock pressed to her aching pussy.  She pressed back against him, needing him inside her. She glanced back over her shoulder and saw the other three men watching intently.  Jaron and Brice were both rubbing