Forrest, Dawn - Sweet Water Wedding: Sharing Shannon (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Free

to spasm.
    Pulling free was misery. Her greedy cunt wanted to keep him locked to her, but she had said she wanted an ass fucking and that’s what he was going to give her. His cock was now well coated with her cream and with a finger he spread some of the natural lubricant on her twitching little rosette. He placed his angry, red cockhead at her back door and very slowly pressed forward. At first the tight iris of muscle resisted entry, but then relaxed, and he slipped through to feel her hot passage grip him tightly. It was exquisite and then miraculously became even better as Rachael tilted her ass and slowly pushed back against him until he was seated up to the hilt and his ten and a half inch cock was buried deep. She began to rotate her hips, massaging his large balls against her twat.
    He groaned his pleasure and obscenities. “Submission...skewered on my dick...fucking amazing...never get enough...”
    He pulled back nine inches then slowly forged forward again and again, establishing a steady rhythm. His hands moved from gripping her hips to between her legs where he began to press on her clit and fill her pussy with two thick fingers, moving in time with his thrusting. Her cunt began to flutter around his fingers. He could feel another orgasm building and became dimly aware that she was urging him on with her own crude words.
    “Take me...fuck me deep...ass stretched full...so good...”
    Her pussy clenched around his fingers and her stretched backside clamped down, squeezing tighter around his wide girth and taking him with her. He couldn’t stop now if his life depended on it.
    “I’m coming,” she yelled as another climax racked her body.
    His orgasm broke around him like huge waves crashing over a boat. He roared in ecstasy and triumph as he was swamped with the sensation. Three more thrusts and jet after jet of thick, warm cum pulsed down her dark passage.
    The room seemed suddenly very quiet with only the sound of their harsh panting as they caught their breath. Joshua leaned over Rachael, covering her back, holding her close, and languidly stroking her hair.
    “You’re really in for it later,” Rachael croaked.
    What a woman. He laughed and cuddled her even closer. “Is that a promise?”

Chapter 2

    The little organic veggie patch was in a fearful state of neglect with weeds outnumbering vegetables two to one. As Shannon stood next to the old drystone boundary wall, she realized that some areas of her life had clearly slipped in the last six months—probably more like the last year if she were honest. In fact the little garden could be a metaphor for nearly all areas of her life unconnected with work.
    At college Shannon had an active social life. Later when she’d started work she had managed to keep up on the social scene, even though she continued further with her education at the same time. However, since starting her own business and becoming an independent environmental consultant, her social life had dwindled to a small circle of friends and the occasional short-term boyfriend. Clearly she’d given the same attention to cultivating relationships as she’d given to her vegetables.
    Shannon had gradually developed an expertise in mineral extraction, including land based oil and gas development. There was only a limited amount of quarry environmental impact and restoration work in Ireland, so she was traveling farther afield, for longer. Consequently it had become difficult to devote the time required for new friendships and for love to develop. Guys with a matching high sex drive didn’t want to wait around for her to get back. She found that out the hard way about six months ago when she had come home early from a trip and discovered Carl, her so-called boyfriend, shagging another woman on his sofa. At first she’d been tempted to just turn around quietly and leave in a dignified manner, but couldn’t resist at the last minute smacking his bare ass hard with a slipper she’d found on