Three Men and a Woman: Annabelle (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Free Page A

pink nipples jutting out above, just waiting for someone’s hot mouth.
    They weren’t kept waiting long. With a groan of excitement, Rowen bent and sucked one roughly into his mouth. At the same time, he pushed his hand up under her skirt and found her wet pussy. He shoved three fingers in deep, stretching her open, fucking her forcefully with them. So much for foreplay.
    He had her other nipple in his fingers, pinching and tugging with the same rhythm he used in her cunt. Within minutes she was panting harshly, ready to come. At the last second, leaving her on the brink, he gave her one more good pinch and then stopped.
    “Not yet, baby. I want to be inside you. I want to be fucking you hard when you come.”
    Ah, she thought in relief. Not just a little tease today.
    She cooperated readily as he turned her and pushed her up against the door. He kept a hand at the small of her back, prodding her forward. Her breasts, the tips still sensitive from his stimulation, were squeezed against the smooth wood of the door.
    She could hear his rough breathing while he stood behind her, not speaking for a moment. He left her wondering what would be next, while her nipples and her pussy ached for him.
    Then he spoke quietly. “Lift your skirt for me. I want to see your ass.”
    Rowen loved her body. She’d spent years at the gym, trying to get rid of her generous curves. Within a month, he’d gotten her over her dissatisfaction with her shape. It was a womanly body, just made for a man to fuck. This man, he’d said. Now her days at the gym were all about stamina.
    He’d coached her well, so she knew exactly what he wanted. She slipped her fingers down to the hem of her skirt. Ever so slowly she raised it, separating it at the slit so he got an early little peek at the very center of her ass.
    His breath was coming harder when she finally had it all the way up, letting him look his fill. His hand moved from her waist, and she heard his zipper open and the little hum of pleasure that followed. He was stroking himself.
    He put his hand between her shoulder blades, keeping her hard against the door, before he spoke. “Present your pussy to me. Let me see your hot little cunt. Do it, Annabelle.”
    She knew what he was asking. With a moan of excitement, she moved her feet back. Her breasts slid lower, nipples chafing where they pressed into the door. When she had a little distance to bend over, she arched her back, opening herself to him like a bitch in heat.
    “Christ, yes, baby. You’re my fucking cunt, aren’t you? Your pussy’s begging for it. I can see you, all pink and wet for me. I’m going to give you just what you’re asking for.”
    A good, hard fuck. Yes, that was what she wanted. She moaned again when she felt him, the big head of his cock pressing into her opening. She was tight for his size, and, like usual, he paused just there, just where she had to accommodate the greatest breadth of him, just where it felt like he’d stretch her more than she could take.
    He waited through a couple ragged breaths, letting her adjust.
    He loved that moment of tease, knew that it drove her to the edge. Loved that it made her beg. “Ro,” she whimpered. “I need you. Hurry.”
    He put both hands on her hips then, gripping hard, and thrust in deep.
    “Ah, fuck, Annie. You feel so good. So fucking tight. So hot and wet. I can’t hold back, baby.”
    And he didn’t. He let go, huffing and groaning his pleasure, shoving into her, out, and in again. Thrusting so that he filled her, gripping her ass with one hand and sliding the other around to rub her clit.
    With that, Annie didn’t care how he used her, how roughly he took her. She was there, right with him. She rocked back with each thrust, taking more of him, and forward as he withdrew, making the most of his fingers stimulating her clit. She urged him on, asking for more, telling him how much she loved what he was doing to her.
    “Yeah, yeah,” he chanted, encouraging