Her Three Protectors [The Hot Millionaires #3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF

with desire. “I want it hard, and I want it now.”
    “Demanding little baggage, aren’t you?”
    He increased the pace of his thrusting, groaning as he worked his way deeper and then deeper still. It seemed she’d never been penetrated so far before, but it still wasn’t enough for her. Seeming to realize it, Troy grabbed a couple of pillows and shoved them under her ass.
    “Get those gorgeous legs round my neck, babe, and I’ll show you what fucking’s really all about.”
    As soon as she was in position, he really went to work on her, lunging so deep that she could feel the reaction all the way to her tailbone. Porcha felt the tension of being a fugitive drain out of her as this hunky stranger fucked her like he never intended to stop. The moment his fingers slid between them and touched her clit, she felt a climax building deep in her core. About to ask permission to let it rip, she remembered that wasn’t necessary and simply went with it.
    “I’m gonna come,” she gasped. “Fuck me, Troy. Give it to me hard.”
    “I’m fucking you, baby.” Sweat bathed his body, even though the temperature in the room was low. “Feel that, do you? Feel my cock ramming into your cunt. You’re so slick, so tight. That’s it, milk it, darlin’, take what you want.”
    She let out a long guttural moan as she closed tight about him and the tingling sensation in her limbs became orgasmic, ripping through her like a tidal wave of intense sensation.
    He was still working inside her, rock solid, when she came back to earth. His lips claimed hers in a gentle, teasing kiss as he slowed the pace and gently slapped her buttocks with one hand.
    “You like being spanked?”
    “Hmm, I love it.”
    “But not as much as you like being fucked?”
    She shook her head. “Nothing beats that.”
    “Well, let’s go for the second act.” He slid out of her. “Turn over.”
    Porcha scampered onto her hands and knees, wondering if he’d take her ass this time. He didn’t, instead sliding back into her cunt from behind, his hands claiming her dangling breasts.
    “Christ, I love your tits,” he said, his voice thick and gravelly. “I’d pay to see them with clamps on.”
    “You don’t have to pay. Play your cards right and you get to see the show for free.”
    “What do I have to do?”
    She bit down on a grin. “Lots more of the same.”
    He thrust into her hard from behind, and she pushed back to meet him. They settled into a harsh rhythm, both of them breathing heavily as Troy picked up the pace and simultaneously pulled Porcha’s thick nipples through his fingers. She couldn’t decide what she got off on more—his enormous prick driving into her or the harsh pressure of his fingers on her sensitive nipples. Whatever, she was close to climax again, but Troy gave the impression that he could keep this up all night. Where did he find such iron control?
    “Troy, I can’t…I need to—”
    “You don’t need permission. Take what you want, babe, and enjoy the ride.”
    He thrust harder still as he spoke, and it was enough to send her into another nerve-tingling climax. This one hit her slower but was deeper and lasted for longer. Before it died, Troy finally grunted something unintelligible, slapped her buttocks hard, and shot his load deep inside her with a series of feral moans. He ground against her backside, spasming, his breathing laboured as he finally let himself go.
    They collapsed on their backs afterward, waiting for their breathing to return to normal.
    “Better?” he asked, wrapping a protective arm round her shoulders and bringing her head to rest on his chest.
    “Much.” She nipped playfully at his neck. “Thank you.”
    “Think you can sleep now?”
    “As long as you stay with me.”
    “I’m not going anywhere.”
    “Don’t you need to know…I mean, you must have questions?”
    “They can wait until tomorrow. I just need to know one thing. Do you trust us now?”
    “We wouldn’t have done