Empowered [Sexual Magic 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (30 page)

There was another loud snap from the lube bottle. Gabriel watched over her back as Noah prepared himself then slid the head of his slick dick between her cleft.

She tensed, and Gabriel gently massaged her hips and waist. “Breathe and relax,” he said softly.

Her head drooped, and they were cocooned in an ebony veil of hair.

“Tell me what he’s doing to you.”

Her swallow was audible. “His hands, he pulls my buttocks apart.” The normally light French accent was more pronounced, more enticing, more seductive as she spoke, and Gabriel struggled to remain still while Noah seated himself in her body. He wanted to thrust hard and deep into her pussy, hear her moan and cry out his name.

Cry Noah’s name.

He clenched his teeth. “Continue.”

“
Dieu
,
Dieu
. Ahh, the head of his cock is at the entrance and, oh, sweet mercy, he’s pushing in now.” Her face contorted and she bit her bottom lip. “Oh, it burns, but it feels so good.” She panted deeply then her eyes jerked wide, and she giggled. “He added more lube. It’s cold. Okay, he’s going to try again.”

Gabriel continued to work his hands along her flank. He wished he could watch as Noah took her ass. He wanted to see his friend’s dick slide deep inside her tightest hole.

She groaned. “What are you thinking?”

“Why?”

“Because your cock just swelled and jumped inside of me. Feels good.”

He winked. “I was thinking about Noah and how he was invading your ass.”

“Ah.” She groaned again, the humor flown in an instant. A streak of sweat trickled from her hair and down the side of her face, dripping on his chest. “Oh. Oh. Oh.
Dieu
. Oh.”

“Breathe, Madelyn,” Noah snapped. “Gabriel, slap her ass, it’ll help her relax.”

Gabriel smoothed his hands over the curve of her butt by feel until he felt the widened cleft. Slipping down a bit farther and more to the side, he began a slow, hard rhythm. She moaned and started to rock back and forth.

“Keep talking,” he said.

She shook her head, and he stopped slapping her butt. She groaned. “You are a hard taskmaster,” she accused.

“That’s the point.”

“
Oui
. Harder, please. For a moment. The head is almost in. The pain is burning worse now. I feel it, I want it. He’s spreading me wide, the head feels like he is cleaving me in twain. Oh, God, he’s holding still, prolonging my pain, giving me pleasure.” She gave a long, drawn out wail that ended in Noah’s deep groan and her silent gasp.

“He is fully in.”

Gabriel struggled to remain still. “I know,” he choked out. “I feel him. Move your head.”

She tipped her head sideways, her hair tumbling down to cover her pretty face entirely.

Gabriel met Noah’s eyes. “Okay?”

A muscle ticked and pulsed and cords stood out on his neck, but he nodded. “Fuck, I knew she’d be tight, but nothing like this. Feels like she’s got my cock in a vacuum-vise grip combo.”

“Good description,” Gabriel said. “Feels close to that on my end, too.”

“Madelyn, how are you doing?”

She lifted her head, tossing her hair over her shoulder and smacking Noah in the face in the process. His low growl had her smiling widely. “I’m very well. There is no burn now, no pain. Only pleasant fullness. You may begin.”

Gabriel didn’t bother to explain she wasn’t in charge…again. Instead, he rocked his hips which wrenched groans from both his partners.

“I’ll pull out, then you, Noah. When you’re at the edge, we’ll take turns.”

Noah nodded, perspiration now dotting his forehead as well. “Just hurry the fuck up. She’s so tight, I could blow my wad in her sweet ass right now.”

Madelyn moaned. “That would be lovely,
chéri
.”

Noah chuckled. “I know how much you like that.”

Gabriel slid his hips backward into the bed, pulling out until just the head of his cock parted her nether lips.

Noah followed suit and when he nodded, Gabriel plunged back in. Madelyn keened and grabbed at his shoulders just as he pulled back out and Noah thrust in. Together, they picked up a rhythm that shook the bed and threatened to send them crashing to the floor.

“More, more, faster, please faster,” Madelyn begged. “I’m going to come,” she announced.

Gabriel gripped her hips tight and slammed deep inside of her. He didn’t quite back out enough when Noah slid inward, and there was a rush of pressure so intense spots swam in front of his eyes.

“Holy fuck,” Noah grunted. “Baby, your ass is so hot. So tight. You’re milking my balls, baby.”

“Yes,” she hissed, thrusting backward. “Yes, give it to me.”

Gabriel hung at the edge of her pussy, which gave tiny little pulses as Noah plowed her backside over and over. He watched in awe as the two people he loved most in the world fought for sexual dominance.

Noah’s strong face was a twisted mask of sensual fury. His teeth were clenched, and his eyes narrowed to mere slits.

His entire body roiled and bucked and pounded into her.

Madelyn took as good as she gave. Her cries and enticements echoed in the air, and her breasts slapped loudly with each backward push she made. She egged Noah on with dirty, nasty words that clearly hit their target.

“Fuck my ass, Noah. Fuck it hard and deep. I want your cum inside of me. Give it to me. Fuck your slut’s ass, Noah. Please, fuck me.”

“Yes,” he howled and plowed into her so hard, the bone-jarring thud rocked the solid king-sized bed. “Take it, slut, take my cum in your tight little ass.”

Gabriel held Madelyn up, watching her face as Noah pumped his load into her. Her eyes widened and her mouth rounded. She shook and shivered, moaning all the while.

“Yes, yes, so hot. It’s so hot rushing through me.” Suddenly, her fingers clutched into talons on Gabriel’s shoulder and she stared down at him. “Come inside me, Gabriel, I want to be filled with cum from both of you.”

He growled and as soon as Noah slipped free of her body, he caught her hips and started a slow, insidious motion, scraping along her inner canal until he reached bottom, then pulling out and starting all over again.

“Faster,” she urged, and he shook his head.

He slammed into her then froze, and she arched. “Fuck!”

Gabriel tugged his cock all the way back out, feeling her grasping warmth trying to keep him in, then he did it again.

Slow, slow, slow, slam.

She moaned and groaned, grinding her pelvis to him. He wiggled his hand between them and found her swollen clit, slick with her juices.

His cock burned with the need to flood her pussy, but he wanted her to come first. He slowly fucked in and out of her sweetness and rubbed her clit at the same time. Her spine stiffened, and she sucked in air deeply. He picked up the pace.

“Come for me, slut. Wring my cock with your pussy and come.”

He felt her clamp down hard on his cock but powered through the draw and continued thrusting and out.

“Yes, Sir, yes. Please, oh fuck, I’m going to come. Gabriel!” she yelped then froze, and a low wail started from deep inside her. Around his cock, her muscles clenched and throbbed and pulled and he was covered in her sweet, aromatic juice.

The slick sensation and her incredible heat pushed him over the edge, and Gabriel shouted her name as he spurted his cum into her pussy. “Oh God, so good, slut, you feel so good.” He panted and shook, each new spurt wicking more energy from him.

Finally, he collapsed against the bed, arms and legs flung wide.

Madelyn’s body shook as she pulled free. His cock slid from her with a wet plop that made him chuckle.

She melted beside him, her arm wrapping around his chest. The bed dipped, and Noah’s arm curved over her waist as he cuddled against her.

“Holy shit,” Noah murmured. “That was fucking awesome.”

“
Oui
,” Madelyn said. “I’m so tired, so delightfully sore.”

“Agreed,” Gabriel commented.

The whir of the air conditioner was the only sound in the room save their labored breathing. Sated, exhausted, and utterly depleted, Gabriel felt himself falling asleep. He roused long enough to reach down and tug the blanket up over them.

“Gabriel?” Madelyn said.

“Yeah?”

“I’m so glad you’re ours.”

“Damn straight,” Noah added gruffly.

He smiled, eyes closed and happier than he could ever recall being. Tears stung his eyes and he cleared his throat. “Me, too,” he whispered. “Me, too.”

THE END

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Jennifer August began working on her story-telling craft early in life, most notably by telling whoppers designed to get her out of trouble with her parents. Somehow, that just never seemed to work.

A proud military brat, Jennifer continued to practice her techniques in the various cities and countries where her family was deployed. These jaunts helped add local flavor—usually German beer—to her stories.

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