In Angelique, Angelique Aubert owns her own lingerie store, “Secret Pleasures.” When shopping in New Orleans, she is harassed by four intoxicated men. A tall, handsome stranger and his brother, the sheriff, come to her rescue. She refuses to press charges against her attackers, and the Sheriff is suspicious. He always gets what he wants.
In Illeanna, Illeanna Aubert is held at gunpoint by a killer. Rescued by two private investigators she knows very well along with federal agents, she tries to put the bad situation behind her. The Boudoux brothers, Julien, Louis, Franco, Gustave, and Johnny, are all in love with Illeanna. The problem is trying to convince her that she’s the one while her life is being threatened because of a case Louis and Julien are working on.
In Mikayla, Mikayla is trying to grow her real estate business. Michael, Antoine, Pierre, and Douglas Fromm are making an attempt to get to know her better. When she is assaulted by an enemy, then threatened by a potential serial killer as well as Bennitto Florres, they take matters into their own hands to protect her.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Dixie Lynn Dwyer is a Siren-exclusive author.
Angelique banged the wheel in frustration after sitting in all the tourist traffic through downtown New Orleans. Finally she made it to the section of storefronts that more locals frequented than the tourists. She found a spot to park about a block from Maw Maw Millie’s beads and material shop. Angelique loved visiting the old shop and Maw Maw Millie. Although she wasn’t a grandmother, the older woman loved people thinking of her that way. She was really sweet and always got Angelique the supplies she needed to make her special orders. The best part was that Millie promised to never reveal what Angelique was sewing and making. Maw Maw Millie was one of Angelique’s hired seamstresses and also an old friend of her mother, Augusta Aubert. Angelique sighed. She lost both her parents, Augusta and Phillip Aubert, in a car accident when she was sixteen. Her sisters helped to raise Angelique, and she was the youngest of five. The sisters took responsibility for Angelique as well as all the debt and poor family reputation. Each of the women had worked hard to reform the family name. Angelique was proud of her sisters. Angelina and Elle owned a small restaurant called Aubert’s, and Mikayla worked for a realty company, and Illeanna worked for a restaurant as a chef.
She walked past one of the bars, noting the crowds of people that gathered there. As she headed toward the storefront, she heard some scuffling and laughter behind her and then the crude comments.
“Hey, darling, where are you running off to?” someone called after her, and when she turned around, three men were closing in.
Angelique rolled her eyes in exasperation and ignored them as she continued walking. She heard their whistles as she hurried toward Millie’s storefront. They continued to make comments and demanded for her to stop and talk with them. By the sounds of their slurred speech, she knew they were drunk. The storefront was just another two stores ahead. She would find safety in Maw Maw Millie’s place.
“Hey, we’re talking to you!” She felt the hand on her shoulder and one man abruptly turn her toward them.
Instinctively she swatted his hand off her shoulder and gave her meanest look, despite their intimidating stares and aggressive appearance.
“Get your hands off of me,” she yelled then placed her hands on her hips. She took in their appearance and just knew she was in trouble. The three men were dressed like they came from the gator with their cutoff blue jean shorts and dirty shirts. They reeked of alcohol, and it was only noontime.
“I’ve been looking for you, darling. Come with me and I promise you some loving,” the tallest and bulkiest of the creeps stated as he took her wrist and pulled her toward him. She screamed, of course, and tried her hardest to pull out of his grasp. Her face wedged up against his smelly chest, and she couldn’t get loose. She felt the other two touch her ass, and one rubbed himself against her backside. She fought like a wild woman as the others continued to taunt her and touch her. It all happened in a matter of seconds. As the one slob of a big guy moved in to kiss her, the other released one of her hands, and she made her move and struck the other across his face. Her nails cut his cheek, and a second later, she was shoved toward the wall but tripped over the third drunk’s feet and landed on the ground. Angelique felt the pain as her thigh hit the concrete and scraped across the rough ground. As she attempted to get up, a dark shadow appeared, tossing the men one at a time away from her.
“Come here, darling. My boys will take care of them,” Maw Maw Millie stated as she helped Angelique to her feet. The consoling touch made her realize that she was out of immediate danger, but she could hear the chaos going on behind her.
“You okay, sugar?” someone asked, and when she looked up, she locked gazes with a very tan and handsome man with big green eyes.
Armand took a deep breath as he walked up the steps to the gazebo. He didn’t know if Eloi was fucking with him or not about removing Angelique’s panties. All he knew was that he thought she left and then Margarite mentioned to her men that she felt maybe Angelique was scared of him and his brothers because of a bad experience with a man. He was jealous, and he was angry, but mostly overwhelmed with the need to find her and hold her. Marcel and Remy were saying good night to their parents then headed this way. Eloi had picked a great spot to make out with Angelique. His dick felt so damn hard that each step he took was torture.
“What seems to be happening here? You got some trouble, Sheriff?” Armand asked, and Angelique swayed.
“This woman of ours got no panties on. She thinks that she is actually going to go home like this,” Eloi stated then licked along Angelique’s neck, causing her to roll her head back. Armand took position behind her.
“Really?” he asked then slowly bent down a little, placing his hands on her knees before slowly sliding them up and under her dress. He could feel the soft, smooth skin on Angelique’s legs. They were shaking, and her body moved toward Eloi.
“Really. Have yourself a look,” Eloi said, and Armand continued to push upward until he covered her ass cheeks with the palms of his hands.
“Oh God!” Angelique whispered then jumped as Armand pressed his erection between her ass cheeks. Even with the dress pants on, she could feel his hard cock. He moved his hands to her hips and squeezed while he thrust slowly, causing her to spread her legs apart a few inches.
“You’re right, Eloi, she’s not wearing any panties,” Armand whispered against her bare shoulder.
“She’s naughty, that’s why,” Eloi said then reached up and pinched her nipples despite the material barrier.
Armand pulled her back against his chest then glided his hands to the front of her waist from behind. He nibbled on her neck, and she laid her head back against his left shoulder.
“You know what happens when a man finds a woman naked under her dress?” he asked, and she squirmed as her breathing grew rapid. He squeezed her hip bones, and she lightly pulled back toward Eloi. Armand wouldn’t have it. It was his turn with their woman. He wrapped his arm around her waist and used his other hand to cup her pussy. She moaned again, and he caressed the folds, amazed at how hot and wet she was.
“Fuck, baby, you hot, hot, hot down there,” Armand whispered as he used his fingers to spread her folds.
“She’s real hot, Armand, and wet and delicious,” Eloi responded as he helped to lift her left leg up and place it on the bench. Armand adjusted his stance and his hold of her.
“She looks so edible, Armand. Her breasts pushed out like so, her red, plump lips parted, and her legs spread just right. You have to taste her.”
“So do we,” Remy chimed in as he and Marcel approached the gazebo from behind Eloi.
“What took you so long?” Armand asked while he pressed two fingers up into Angelique and made her moan. His brothers just stared in amazement as they took position in front of her and beside Eloi.
“We’re here now. That’s all that matters, and I want some dessert,” Marcel stated then fell to his knees in front of Angelique. He caressed her thighs as he raised her dress higher.
“Can I take me a taste, Angel?” Marcel asked.
Angelique tried to look at him, but instead she moaned and thrust her hips toward him and against Armand’s fingers.
“I think that’s a yes, bro,” Eloi said then chuckled.
Armand slowly removed his fingers to give Marcel some room. He cupped her right breast and pinched the nipple.
“Oh yeah, this here looks real good,” Marcel whispered as he spread her pussy lips and licked her folds. Angelique muffled her own scream as her body tightened then shook in Armand’s arms.
“She likes that a real lot, bro, keep it up,” Armand told him, and Marcel continued to get his taste of their woman.
It was Remy who began kissing Angelique’s shoulder on her left side then slowly pushed her dress down low enough to pull a breast from confinement. He poked out his tongue and licked her nipple, causing it to bead before their eyes.
“She’s real responsive,” Armand whispered while he tweaked the nipple and breast he held in his own hand. He could feel her body shaking and her moans grew louder.
“My hands. Oh, please untie me,” she begged as she tried to pull her hands forward.
“That’s your punishment for trying to leave here with no panties on,” Eloi reprimanded with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
“But I can’t touch them and I can’t take it, I’m going to explode,” she told them.
Marcel increased his speed while he finger-fucked her and caressed her inner thighs.
They could hear Marcel slurping then Angelique moan again.
“Oh God, what are you doing down there?” she demanded to know. Her voice sounded deep and sexy to them. Whatever Marcel was up to, it was making their woman wild.
“My turn, bro,” Armand interrupted. Then Marcel kissed her pussy before he rose to his feet and took Armand’s position holding Angelique.
He stood in front of her and smiled.
“She looks so fucking hot, yeah?” Armand asked out loud. He absorbed her naked body from the waist down, her wet pussy and her long, toned legs. He could see the blush across her breasts, which were now both out from behind the confines of the dress she wore. She looked like a goddess. Their goddess.
Armand bent down and kissed her leg from behind her knee to her inner thigh. She squirmed and wiggled as Marcel held her against his chest with his arm wrapped around her waist and his hand over her breast.
“Fucking beautiful,” Armand whispered then poked his tongue out to taste the glistening cream that continued to leak from her pussy.
“You hot for us, huh, chère?” he asked then plunged his tongue inside her folds. Her legs gave out, but Marcel caught her, and Remy placed a hand under her thigh to spread her wider for Armand’s ministrations as well as for support. She continued to moan as Armand sucked, nibbled, and licked her pussy in between pressing his finger in and out of her cunt. She was hot and wet for them, and he felt triumphant. She wanted them, and he was certain this would work out. He continued to finger-fuck her in between licks as she moaned and thrust her hips forward.
“I can’t take it,” she nearly growled as her body dipped, and she burst into flames beneath his wicked tongue. He licked and sucked until she was shaking for release, and then he felt the tap to his shoulder. Remy wanted in.
Armand kissed Angelique’s pussy then slowly rose, caressing her thighs on his way back up.
“Sit down with her there,” Remy told Marcel, and Marcel pulled her to the bench.
Armand lifted her so she was sitting on Marcel with her back against him and her legs over his thighs, spread wide before them.
She had to sit up because her hands remained tied behind her back, but the position caused her breasts to push forward as well as her pussy. It was such a sight.
“Fucking amazing, Remy. She looks like a feast,” Armand complimented as Remy knelt down between her legs.
“Don’t she, and she’s all mine, too,” he whispered as he blew warm air against her folds.
It took about twenty minutes to get rid of Julien and Louis. Thank God the Feds wanted to speak with them. She took the food from Aubert’s and placed it on the counter in the kitchen. Then she decided that she had been stressed out enough and needed a bath. She got undressed and in between turned on the faucets to fill the bathtub with water. Julien and Louis had made certain that she saw the doctor as soon as they arrived in Orchidea, and he verified that she in fact had sprained her ankle. She unwrapped it and got into the hot bubble bath to enjoy the peace and quiet when she heard her doorbell ring.
“I am so not answering that. I couldn’t, even if I wanted to,” she whispered as she closed her eyes and hoped that the caller got the hint and went away.
There was no such luck as about thirty seconds later Sheriff Johnny Boudoux, and his brother Deputy Gustave Boudoux barged into the bathroom, guns drawn.
Illeanna gasped as she sat up, unintentionally flashed the men, then quickly covered herself and yelled at them.
“For crying out loud, what in God’s name are you doing barging into my bathroom, never mind my home?”
They placed their guns in their holsters and stared at her as if she had been the one who committed a crime.
“Why didn’t you answer the door?” Johnny asked with his hands leaning on his holster.
“Duh!” she blurted out as she lowered herself to her chin in the tub of bubbles and hoped they hadn’t seen too much of her when they entered.
“Don’t you get sassy with us, sugar. Franco, Julien, and Louis were worried about you. They’re on their way over now, said for us to check on you and keep an eye on things,” Johnny added as Gustave took a seat on the closed toilet bowl as if he had every right to be in the bathroom while she was bathing. They were out of their minds. She felt her cheeks warm and her insides do a series of somersaults.
Both men dressed in their Orchidea Sheriff’s uniforms looking sexy as damn ever and cocky as damn hell. She was certain they had seen their share and then some of naked women in bathtubs, showers, and beds, but that didn’t give them the right to invade her privacy.
She pointed to the door, trying her hardest to not allow their dark good looks affect her rational thinking. She didn’t need to have perfect eyesight to see that both Gustave and Johnny were sporting hard-ons and were obviously aroused and ready for action. The material near the zippers of their pants revealed their arousal, and she was annoyed at herself for even looking there. They had been trying to get down her pants for years, but she wasn’t biting.
“Get out!” she yelled at them, but they stood their ground.
“I told you to get out, Sheriff, and take your deputy with ya. This is my house, and I want my privacy!” she yelled. Gustave remained where he was with his arms crossed, staring at her face. She wondered what the hell he was staring at and hadn’t even noticed that Johnny now stood directly by the side of the tub. Thank goodness the bubbles were covering the water or he would be getting a hell of a show.
“The guy did that to your forehead and neck?” Johnny asked, and she swallowed hard and suddenly felt bad for yelling. They were just being concerned. She had known them for years, and neighbors in Orchidea were family.
She raised her fingers to her neck and to where the bandage was.
“I’m fine, Johnny.”
“We’ll determine that,” Gustave stated firmly, and she felt a tingling sensation travel through her body. Damn, did these Boudoux men have charisma and nerve. She was shaking again despite the heat.
“Can I please just soak a bit? I’m achy and feel drained. Please just leave,” she asked, but they remained where they were, so she closed her eyes and leaned her head back.
* * * *
Johnny watched Illeanna soak in the tub. When he and Gustave had first arrived at Illeanna’s home, they were impatient to see her and ensure for themselves that she was in fact okay. After hearing about what had happened in Monte at Carlile’s, they were in a panic to see her. To top things off, Julien and Louis were concerned for her safety and the fact that one gunman was still at large. The news was broadcasting up-to-date information on the manhunt and the fact that the senator was present during the time of the shooting.
When they arrived and she didn’t answer the door, they were concerned that she was hurt or that the gunman was after her. Immediately they went into police mode and entered the home. When he opened the door to the bathroom, he hadn’t expected to find their little chef naked and submerged in bubbles. As she jumped up, they got a nice view of her large, round breasts covered in suds with only the pretty pink nipples showing. Instantly his dick was hard, and he was no longer in police mode but harder than a steel beam.
Their woman, and she was going to be their woman, was a knockout. Her soft, light-green eyes sparkled with innocence. Her long, shiny black hair was pulled up in a messy style atop her head. She looked adorable. Her cheeks were flushed, and he hoped it was more so from seeing him and Gustave than from the heat of the bath water. She was their innocent angel. She lost her virginity to Louis a year ago and acted as if it never happened. They all wanted her for their own. They were all attracted to Illeanna and wanted to explore that attraction to the fullest. She was scared but definitely interested.
Now that her sister Angelique was involved in a ménage, maybe Illeanna would give their relationship a chance. It was something he and his brothers hoped for, but Illeanna and all the Aubert sisters were stubborn.
Well so were Boudoux.
He noticed that she appeared to have fallen asleep and was sinking lower into the tub. He told Gustave to grab a towel as he squatted down and touched a finger to Illeanna’s cheek to slowly awaken her.
“This is not your problem, it’s mine.” She felt Louis’s hand smooth up her belly, between her breasts, brushing along the mounds, infusing heat throughout her body and straight to her core, and then he cupped her chin and cheek.
She stared into his eyes, rich like chocolate, as the panic of his next move set in.
“We’re here for you, and we’re not leaving you on your own,” he stated, and she felt Julien squeeze her knee. She glanced toward Julien just as Louis placed his lips against her own and kissed her, keeping her facing him.
She was lost in that kiss a moment and the sensations running through her body. Louis kissed her deeply, making love to her mouth, exploring every inch with his tongue, as his hands held her firmly. She felt the rumble of a moan escape against his mouth then a set of fingers caress the waist of her shorts and the seam of her top. Julien glided his hands along her torso and straight to her breasts, igniting the fire within her and causing her to scoot lower onto the couch.
Her breasts swelled with excitement, the nipples hardened, and a need so deep caused her brain to malfunction and forget why she had resisted their moves in the past. But Louis kept kissing her, caressing her mouth with his tongue as his brother simultaneously felt her up. She felt her core tighten and tiny spasms of heat filter through her system.
“That’s it, Illeanna. Don’t fight what you feel, what your body knows is right,” Julien stated.
She kept her legs crossed and hoped that she didn’t come from their touch alone yet knew that she could easily explode right now. She adjusted her hips, trying to get Louis to release her lips so she could regain some composure, when she felt Julien press his hand away from her breast down her torso to her shorts. She uncrossed her legs. She was consumed by the sensations. His fingers scraped along her mound, eliciting a moan as her legs parted of their own free will, helping Julien gain better access to her now-sopping-wet pussy.
“That’s it, sugar. Oh yeah you feel so wet for us, Illeanna,” Julien stated then began to inch his way down to the rug. He began to pull her shorts down and lift her rear so he could pull her shorts off of her when she panicked.
Louis released her lips but kept her face between his hands as he panted for breath. His lips were red and swollen, and she was certain hers appeared the same way. “Please, Julien,” she pleaded but held Louis’s gaze.
“Let us pleasure you, Illeanna. Let us show you how good it will be with us,” Louis stated. She hesitated a moment as Julien removed her shorts and panties then pulled her lower to the edge of the couch.
She squealed a moment, and Louis covered her mouth in another lethal kiss just as Julien placed his mouth against her pussy lips.
Illeanna moaned against Louis’s mouth as Julien ate at her pussy, nibbling, licking, and sucking her clit as she thrust her pussy toward his face.
When she felt a digit press between her pussy lips and enter her vagina, she screamed her release into Louis’s mouth as he devoured her cries of pleasure. Julien continued to lick and suck away her cream as he added a second digit and pressed in and out of her pussy. She was on fire and felt the urge to orgasm again when Julien bit lightly on her clit, and she pulled her mouth away from Louis so she could gasp for lost breath.
“Oh God, Julien! Oh my God, what are you doing to me?” she asked as she looked down, now chin-to-chest to watch Julien continue to feast on her pussy. His face was red, the veins by his eyes raised, as he ate at her wildly between thrusting his fingers in and out of her pussy.
Louis took that moment to push the material of her tank to the side and cup a breast, releasing it slightly from her bra so he could taste her flesh as well. They made a feast of her, and all she could do was sink deeper into the couch and succumb to their sexual tactics.
“That’s it, sugar, just lie back and feel what we do to you. Feel how much we want you, Illeanna. We’ve always wanted you,” Louis stated before he licked her breast then pulled a nipple between his teeth.
Pierre watched her walk through the foyer and explain the dimensions of the home and the many acres of property, but he missed most of it as he focused on her beauty. She had the face of a porcelain doll, an exquisite body, and a sexy tone of voice.
“How long have you been a realtor, Miss Aubert?” he asked, wanting to hear more of her seductive voice.
“Oh for about four years now.”
“Four years? Certainly, that’s not a long time at all. You own the place as well?” he asked, surprised. She did seem rather young to own the business.
“I can assure you that I know what I am doing. I started in the business as a teenager, working the phones, setting up appointments, and learning about the realty business. By twenty I was an agent, and the owner had offered me a share in the place by twenty-one.”
“So you have a partner?”
“Not anymore. I brought her out over two years ago. Would you like to see the kitchen area? It is quite lovely and right off the entrance are two sitting areas to eat, one inside and one outside.”
“Sure, lead the way.” He followed her and listened to her descriptions. Her low heels clicked along the marble flooring, and her hips swayed in a way that appealed greatly to his manhood that now stood at complete attention. He strained to inhale more of her sweet, fresh perfume and nearly stumbled into her. Damn, he was acting like an inexperienced teenager. She really did know her stuff, including the materials used around the home, the exact dates of renovations over the centuries, and some information on the past owners. She was young though. Younger than him by a good number of years. He figured at least seven. He thought about what she told him and how she was a partner with her boss at twenty and bought out her boss’s share at twenty-two.
“As you can see the kitchen needs some updating depending on what your lifestyle is like. Are you married, Mr. Bently?” she asked him. He stared at her a moment, and they were mere inches from one another. He thought about inching closer to get a better whiff of her lovely perfume, but she seemed nervous. He had that effect on many people. Only moments ago, this young, beautiful woman had that effect on him.
“No, Miss Aubert, and please call me Pierre.”
“Pierre? I thought your name was William Bently?”
“Oh, I like to use my middle name, so please call me Pierre.”
She smiled as a light blush cascaded from her cheeks to her neck. “If you’d like to follow me out this way, I do believe there is an outdoor area used for entertaining or just relaxing.”
He had recovered quickly enough that she hadn’t seemed to pick up on his minor lie. He didn’t want her to know exactly who he was quite yet. He was amazed at how quickly his mind seemed consumed by her beauty as he followed her outside and was impressed with the spacious area. The majority was done in cobblestone with bits of green moss as grout. There were also vines of flowers and greenery climbing from trellises against the stone surfaces of the house way up toward the roof and side windows. It was gorgeous.
“There’s room to have meals out here as well. Very nice,” he stated.
“Do you entertain a lot?” she asked him.
“I do but have people who handle all the arrangements. Celia would have a ball with this place.”
“My personal assistant.”
They came across a beautiful chalet on the property. There was a gorgeous trellis covered in wisteria. It was breathtaking.
“What is that over there?” he asked over her shoulder, completely invading her space in order to absorb her scent. God, she is intoxicating.
“Oh, those are the servants’ quarters, or depending on what you are planning on doing with the property, they could be a number of things,” she whispered as she gazed up toward him, catching his stare.
“And what would you do with the estate if you were buying it?”
“Oh, I’m not certain really. There are so many possibilities. But I wouldn’t change that wisteria and trellis.” She sounded so serious as they walked closer.
“Why is that?” He watched her walk nearer to the flowers, letting her hand gently glide across the trellis. He suddenly wished those hands were on him, gliding along his body as he held her gaze, staring into her dark brown eyes.
“Oh there’s quite a beautiful story about this trellis and the flowers.”
“You know it then? Do tell me,” he replied, watching her, intrigued by her tone of voice and her beauty. She had a perfect figure. She could be a model, but then many men would be able to look at her and fantasize about her. No, he was glad she wasn’t. He couldn’t believe these feelings of possessiveness.
Mikayla was shaking. One minute she was getting bent at them for acting so overprotective and the next she was all fired up and wet beyond belief from Douglas’s kiss and caress. She wanted him. She wanted all of them. As he climbed the stairs, she knew that the others followed. Anticipation filled her, and then she recalled how they said they’d never done this before. Together, they’d never made love to a woman.
Douglas held her as if she weighed nothing at all, and it thrilled her to be in his arms and carried to his bedroom. They entered a large room, down a long hallway, and it was dimly lit. She was grateful, as the fear that they might not find her as attractive naked filled her mind. The damn insecure thoughts could ruin this time. She swallowed hard as Douglas slowly lowered her down his body until her feet touched the floor.
He held her gaze, and she looked up, absorbing his intense stare. He began to slide the sweater off her shoulders, down her arms, then onto the floor. She was glad she had worn the strapless dress, and it appeared that the others were as well.
He caressed her arms, and then she felt another presence behind her. Michael caressed her neck then lifted her hair off her shoulders before she felt his lips singe her skin. She closed her eyes and absorbed the feeling of them touching her.
“So beautiful. So soft and sweet,” Douglas whispered then kissed her lips softly. Someone took her left hand and brought it higher until she felt tender kisses upon each finger. She didn’t want to look. She just wanted to feel and to know that all four of them were touching her together. Then she felt her other hand being raised softly and her fingertips kissed gently. Her hand hurt, but she hid it from them.
“This is such a pretty dress, and you look really good in it, sugar, but it has to come off. I want to see all of you,” Douglas whispered.
She opened her eyes to find him staring at her. A glance to her left and she saw Pierre. A glance to her right and she saw Antoine. She knew that Michael was behind her, and then she felt his erection despite the pants he wore as he pressed against her.
“You’ve got me so fucking hard right now, Mikayla. I want to spank you for what you’ve done. You will learn to not keep secrets from us. Especially when it involves your safety,” he stated, surprising her and making her jolt forward toward Douglas as Michael glided the palm of his hand over her ass cheeks.
Damn, did she find his words to be so erotic and dark. She never thought about being spanked during sex. Apparently his authoritative side led even into the bedroom.
“She doesn’t understand the rules, Michael. We’ll have to make her understand the rules we have and that they’re for her protection and safety,” Douglas offered.
“What rules?” she asked as her voice cracked, revealing that their touch and their words were having an effect on her.
Douglas began to run his fingers under the seam of her dress then slowly pull it down to her feet. She heard their intakes of breath and then felt Pierre and Antoine hold her arms and press a hand against her waist to balance her as she stepped out of the dress.
Douglas stepped back to take in the sight of her.
“Fucking hot,” he whispered, then reached toward her, trailing a finger from her throat down her belly between her breasts to her mound. With his finger he drew circles over the silk of her thong panties, pressing deeper to separate her pussy lips. She moaned then pressed against his finger, and he chuckled.
“You like that, Mikayla? You like when I tease your cunt?” he asked, and she moaned again, closing her eyes and shying away from his naughty language as the heat filled her center.
“Come take a look at our woman. Come see how wet she is for us,” Douglas stated, and they each stepped next to him and looked at her.
Michael had a look of pure lust on his face. His eyes matched Antoine’s who began to undress before her eyes. He was a work of art. Then it was Douglas who pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it behind him without a care. Next came his pants, and damn if the man wasn’t wearing any underwear or boxers. She swallowed hard and licked her lips. He was huge.
Pierre followed suit, pulling off his shirt, revealing a very chiseled chest and perfect abs. They were all in amazing shape, and her body tingled with desire and trepidation. Could she do this? Could she have sex with four men?
“I love the heels, sugar. Those are going to stay on while I fuck you long and slow.” Douglas pulled her to him and kissed her again. She felt another set of hands on her waist then her panties being pulled from her body.
“Look at this ass. It will be a pleasure to spank it,” Michael said then pressed the palms of his hands against her lower back then over her ass cheeks.
“It’s going to be even better to fuck it,” Pierre added, and she felt her pussy leak. Douglas lifted her up then placed her on the bed. He stood between her legs, staring at her body and running his large hands along her torso then over her breasts.
“You were built for me. For us,” he stated then let his finger trace her nipple and her right breast before reaching her chin and nose. Something came over her, and she arched toward him. His eyes widened, and she saw Antoine, Pierre, and Michael surround them.
“You’re sure, Mikayla? It’s all of us or none,” Pierre stated.
“Yes. I want you all,” she told them, and Douglas tore open a foil wrap and prepared to make love to her.