Cajun Hot Read Online Free PDF Page A

“I want you to fuck me."
    "Both of us? You want both of us to fuck you?"
    Face flaming, she confessed, “Yes."
    With a satisfied grunt, Jacque threw off his T-shirt and pressed his bare chest hungrily against hers, rubbing the crowns of her deliciously sensitized breasts against his coarse chest hair, back and forth, until she thought she'd explode with pleasure. God, she wanted him.
    Again, she was turned and, suddenly, she was skin to skin with a gloriously naked Quint. His strong arms surrounded her, pulling her hard against him. He was shorter than Jacque by an inch or two, a bit stockier, his body all muscle. His solid cock pressed into her belly, long and hard. She shivered, and ran her hands down his back to his buttocks, feeling his firm muscle.
    "We gonna make you feel so good,” he crooned into her hair, slowly backing her into the bedroom area of the cabin. “S-o-o-o good."
    His arm like an iron band at her back, he leaned down and covered her mouth, his kiss deep and impassioned. His knee insinuated itself between her thighs and he spread them wide, using his feet to anchor hers far apart, opening her most intimate place to the rush of cool air and the trickle of her own warm moisture.
    The jingle of a belt buckle and rustle of a wrapper being torn registered from a distant place, and then she was trapped between them again. Their broad shoulders pinned her, their powerful thighs caged her, their muscled arms held her in place for their pleasure. She hummed a long note of bliss.
    Jacque's cock pressed against her buttocks, hard as oak and thick as a nightstick, rocking up and down like a baby in his cradle. His hands came around and teased her breasts, gently pinching and squeezing her nipples while Quint rubbed himself in circles against her mound and kissed her. Her breath came fast and shallow. Never had she felt anything so exquisitely arousing. If they hadn't been holding her up, she'd already be a boneless puddle at their feet.
    Quint's hand slid between her legs, gliding into her slick cleft, stroking her fire. She squirmed, pressing herself onto it, wanting more. Jacque's hand joined his. His fingers plucked at the pearl of her need, probing her secret cove, slipping far into her.
    A ragged moan sounded in her throat. She was ready to explode.
    She felt her thighs being parted even further. Jacque bent his knees and, suddenly, he thrust into her from behind, filling her soft void with his thick, hard maleness. She gasped, breathless, and stood perfectly still, letting herself adjust to the feel of his huge member inside her.
    " C'est bien? Feel good?"
    "Oh my God, I've never—Oh, yes. So good.” She thought she might come just from the sheer feel of him inside her.
    " Viens ici. ” Taking her with him, he backed up a step, and sat on the high back of the oversized sofa. Still deeply impaled, she rode on his lap, her back to his front. “Stretch your arms up around my neck,” he directed.
    She did as she was told, reaching up and back to lace her fingers behind his neck. He joined his hands around her midriff. She turned and he angled his head for a kiss, his long, wild hair falling about their faces like a thick black curtain. Hungrily, they ate at each other, their tongues twining and dancing. She felt him hook his legs around hers and, with his knees, he spread her wide. She broke the kiss and looked at Quint, who observed them with hooded intensity. His gaze raked over her breasts—prominently displayed for him by virtue of her position—to the juncture of her thighs, held wide open for his inspection by Jacque's knees. Jacque rolled his hips, imbedding himself even deeper into her. Quint watched hungrily.
    She sucked in a breath, poised delectably between mortification and paradise. It was her deepest, darkest fantasy come true.
    Licking his lips, Quint stepped between her legs. He reached up and scraped his fingernails softly, deliberately, down her chest, barely touching her skin. She