Vines, Ella - Camille's Seduction [Dukes of Desire 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Free Page A

surely crush her. His tanned cock rose against his hairy thatch, and she felt warmth between her thighs at the sight of it. She had never seen a man his size, not that she had much experience. The thought brought her pain, and she pushed it away. Camille gazed at Knoll, his black hair glimmering in the dim light. His skin stood out against the night, pale. He was tall and muscular, but not nearly as big as Mortimer. His prick rose gracefully against dark pubic hair, but Camille couldn’t see much of it in shadow. Titus nudged her to the middle of the bed, the largest bed she had ever seen. Mortimer climbed in on her right side, Knoll on her left. Titus had moved down to her feet.
    “You have a pretty pussy,” Mortimer whispered, touching her left breast with rough hands. He tweaked her nipple, and she saw his muscles ripple as he moved close to her, his cock touching her hip where he lay. He put his mouth on her nipple, sucking and teasing. At the same moment, Knoll lowered his lips to her right breast, swirling over her nipple with a questing, hot tongue. Camille whimpered in spite of herself. She already knew Titus was right. She had never felt such pleasure. Camille felt Titus’s hand over her pussy, and she groaned as he slid a finger in slowly.
    “You like that, sweet?”
    “Yes,” she whispered, giving herself over to the feeling of it. Mortimer continued to tease her nipple as he rubbed his cock against her hip. The motion drove her wild, and she wanted to be filled. Knoll kissed her gently, running his fingers through her hair as Titus slid another finger inside her and rubbed her clit with a third. Electricity built inside her.
    “Please, please,” she murmured, writhing under their hands, feeling Knoll’s cock against her cheek now.
    “Take my brother’s cock into your mouth. Have you ever sucked one?” Mortimer’s voice was like gravel as he stroked his own and looked at her. She didn’t answer.
    “You’ll learn tonight, princess.” Titus spoke softly, still teasing her nub as her body burned with need. Camille turned her mouth toward Knoll’s cock, wanting him to fill her. She had never wanted to be taken so much as she did at that moment. He put the tip against her mouth, and she whimpered.
    “She wants it, Knoll. If you don’t give it to her, I’ll give her mine.” Mortimer rubbed his cock against her side again, and she felt pre-cum slide across her skin, hot and sticky. Knoll pushed a couple inches of his cock, long and thin, into her mouth, and she took it as her clit began to throb. She felt Titus pull his fingers out of her, and she groaned in frustration. Her pussy ached with the need for release. Mortimer’s cock slapped against her side, and she knew he was going to come on her belly. The thought made her wetter as Knoll pressed his long cock into her mouth and she gagged a little on it. He pistoned in and out, and she felt a tongue flick across her clit.
    “Mmmm.” She groaned loudly, her mouth full of Knoll’s dick.
    “Yeah, bitch. Suck that fine prick.” Mortimer’s harsh words only turned her on more. He was as she had thought he would be, coarse and forceful. Camille spasmed in orgasm as Titus flicked his tongue around her nub and pushed fingers up to her cervix. She heard Mortimer grunt, and hot, wet liquid splashed onto her stomach. Her pussy clenched around Titus’s fingers.
    “Yes, you have a sweet cunt,” he whispered, and she saw him pull his cock out of his underwear just as Knoll stiffened, and warm fluid gushed into her mouth. She swallowed it down, nearly choking on the salty, thick liquid, and he shouted as he came. Mortimer rubbed his cum into her belly, and the feeling aroused her again.
    “That’s right, slut. You’re going to have it all over you.” His voice was a growl. Knoll kissed her, and she knew he tasted himself in her mouth. Camille heard Titus’s harsh breathing and saw him grow rigid and gasp. His hot liquid shot out, hitting her mons.