Demanding Satisfaction [Bride Train 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Free

than she’d ever experienced.
    “Yes, Max,” she moaned, thrusting against him.
    “I’m not…” He pulled away.
    “No!” she moaned.
    He growled something, then his hands went under her skirt. Hot flesh touched her thighs. She groaned, needing him to find that spot, to put his finger on her flesh.
    “Please!”
    She hated herself begging, but she’d die if she didn’t have more. It was as if she’d lived her life in black and white and suddenly discovered color.
    “Shh, I’ll give you what you need,” he murmured.
    His hands rose. She shifted her feet to give him room. His fingers brushed between her slippery thighs, tantalizingly slow. She whimpered. He held her bottom with one hand. The other slid over her swollen pussy lips. She shivered and bent her knees slightly to open herself up to him.
    “No drawers?” His groan tuned into a broken chuckle. “I like a woman who’s ready for me. You’re wet, Sophie.” His fingers pressed into her pussy. “Wet and wanting. I like that.”
    She held her breath, unsure what would come next. He tilted his lips and savagely took her in a kiss. She returned it, hungry for anything he could give. He ground the heel of his hand into her mound while his fingers probed between her pussy lips. At the same time he rubbed his chest against her and filled her mouth with his tongue.
    Sensation consumed her, along with a heat she’d never experienced. She pulled her mouth away, needing to breathe. His scent enveloped her. Clean male musk, a touch of ironed starch from his shirt, a hint of spice and leather.
    He shifted his palm, taking over her clit with his fingers. Nothing existed but the fingers dancing over her flesh. A tension wound from deep inside, needing release. She knew it, had almost screamed over frustration of it, because she could never make it happen. There was more, she knew it, but hadn’t found what she needed.
    “Let go, sweetie,” he murmured. “Let me show you how.”

Chapter 2
     
    He swallowed her pleas with his mouth. Nothing existed but his fingers on her clit, his hand squeezing her bottom, his mouth plunging into hers, his chest rasping her nipples. She thrust her hips against him, demanding more. Demanding that hard cock throbbing against her belly. Tension rose, higher and higher, until she exploded, her mind blank to everything but sensation. Sparkles appeared behind her eyes.
    She found herself sobbing against him. One of his arms held her from collapsing. The other still stroked between her still-throbbing pussy lips. He murmured words she didn’t catch over the rushing in her ears.
    It was so good. Too good. What she’d always wanted, yet not enough. She wanted more. She wanted his mouth on her pussy, sucking her clit before thrusting his cock inside her, again and again, until she screamed her release as he bellowed his.
    She wanted him in all the ways Beth spoke of. She wanted to take him in her mouth. She wanted to have him fill her backside. She wanted two men at once. No, three!
    “I’d love to give you more, Miz McLeod, but I’ll not take a lady against a wall.” A low chuckle reverberated against her. “At least, not the first time.”
    She pushed against his chest. He released her. She staggered, then stumbled backward. He grasped her upper arms to hold her from falling. Heat seared her, shooting from her arms past her tingling breasts to her needy, still-throbbing pussy.
    She wanted him. Wanted to drag him around the corner to her private bedroom. Wanted him to strip her naked and take her every way Beth said her men took her. Again and again until she was so sated she couldn’t even blink.
    She came to earth with a crash. She stood in the hall with her skirts rucked up by a man’s hand. She held this near stranger with a grip so tight it was as if he’d saved her from drowning. And she wanted more!
    She knew Max wanted her, and could bring her to heights never experienced. But what if she let him, and then tomorrow