Her Three Protectors [The Hot Millionaires #3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (4 page)

“Come here,” he said softly.

He hadn’t meant it to be a command, but she obviously took it as one and approached him with downcast eyes. He placed a finger beneath her chin and tilted her head gently upward.

“You don’t have to submit to me.”

She gasped. “How did you know?”

“Babe, all three of us knew the moment we walked into this place.”

“But how?”

“Shush.” He placed a finger against her lips. “Later.”

“Don’t you want to know about Sal? About what—”

“Tomorrow. You can tell us all together tomorrow after you’ve rested. It can wait until then.” Or so he hoped. He pulled his tank top over his head and stood in front of her, allowing her eyes to devour his naked torso, almost smiling when she moistened her lower lip with her tongue. “Now, where were we?”

* * * *

Porcha fell into Troy’s arms, desperate for them to close about her. She needed to feel protected by him, to lean on his strength and place her welfare in someone else’s hands, however temporarily. She froze when she remembered that she’d almost shot him, petrified she’d try something else, even without a gun, if the dream gripped her again. She was trained in martial arts and could take down any one of them if they weren’t expecting it. Men usually weren’t because their minds were elsewhere as soon as they looked at her—a circumstance that she’d learned to use to her advantage. They saw long legs, big tits, and bigger green eyes and reckoned the package added up to a brainless bimbo. The fact that a woman could use those legs and her bare feet as lethal weapons passed most men by.

How could she tell this hard man that she needed to put the horror of the past fortnight behind her by losing herself in the erotic fantasy that had gripped her ever since her three saviours walked through her door? She couldn’t, not without sounding like a complete slut, so she’d use actions instead. She needed to feel alive, in control. Hell, she needed to get laid!

She lifted her head and blew softly on his lips. Troy’s reaction was volcanic. With a sharp inhalation, he dipped his head and claimed her lips in a firm kiss that told her all she needed to know about him. This guy kissed like he’d done it a lot of times before, and she wasn’t complaining about his technique. His mouth was warm and mobile as his lips softened to play against hers, taunting her because he obviously liked to be in charge. She retaliated by sweeping his lips with seductive strokes of her tongue, making him groan. He immediately wrenched back control by forcing her lips apart and foraging her mouth with harsh thrusts that parodied the sex act.

God, but he was good at this!

Heat flooded her body, and her pussy leaked like a drain. The air-conditioning was turned up high, combatting the heat of the Florida night. Porcha could feel her nipples harden as they rasped against the hairs on Troy’s chest through the thin silk of her top. She deliberately rubbed against him, enjoying the sensation, wishing he wouldn’t treat her so gently. He knew she was a sub, which could only make him—make all three of them—doms. She wanted to kneel at his feet and take whatever punishments he deemed appropriate given her forwardness but knew that’s not how it would be.

Not tonight, at any rate.

Porcha couldn’t remember the last time she’d had vanilla sex, when she’d been allowed to climax when she felt like it, where she didn’t have to be humiliated for hours beforehand, when she’d been fucked without a nonparticipatory audience. She wasn’t sure if she even remembered how it went, but judging by the size of the erection she could feel pressing into her stomach, she’d chosen the right guy to jog her memory.

“Hey, where’s the fire?” he asked, breaking the kiss and smiling at her. “Take it easy, babe. There’s no rush.”

Porcha felt her face suffuse with colour. She’d gotten carried away, pushing herself against him in her urgent need to find release.
What the hell?
She’d started out playing the part of the slut. She might as well go the whole hog.

“Yeah, there is.”

Troy chuckled. “In that case, you’re overdressed.”

He pulled her top over her head and stood back to look at her.

“Wow!” A slow, sexy smile spread across his face. “You’re something else. Those tits.” He shook his head, his expression openly admiring. “Touch them for me, babe. Pinch those hard nipples and let me watch you getting off on it.”

Too well trained to even think about declining—not that she wanted to decline—Porcha filled her hands with her breasts and did as he asked.

“Close your eyes,” he said. “Throw that beautiful head back and let yourself go. Tell me how it feels.”

“I feel sexy as hell because you’re watching me and I think you like what you see.”

“That’s kinda the point. Slide one hand inside your shorts, darlin’, and touch your pussy. Is it wet?”

“Soaking.” She groaned. “I want you inside me, Troy.”

“You’ll get me, babe. Count on it.”

“Can I open my eyes, master? I want to see you watching me.”

“I’m not your master. Not yet.” She could hear censure in his tone and wondered if she’d angered him. “Open your eyes, by all means, and see what I’ve got for you.”

She did so and gasped. Troy had shed his pants and was fisting an erection so large, so thick, that it made her salivate. She could see thick, raised veins running its length and a drop of pre-cum oozing from its massive head. She offered him a slow, sultry smile of appreciation.

“Oh!”

“Yeah, oh. That’s what you do to me. Just looking at you makes me rock hard. I’ve been suffering ever since I set foot in this apartment, and it’s all your fault.”

“Then punish me.”

“No!” He shook his head, like he didn’t want to go with his natural instincts. “Take your pants off.”

She stepped out of them and stood in front of him, hands demurely clasped behind her back, legs slightly apart to display her waxed pussy. His gazed raked her body slowly from head to foot, and he let out a soft whistle of appreciation.

“Turn round. Let me see the rear view.”

Her butt, it seemed, met with his approval as well. One large hand came down to rest on it, and he slapped her so gently that she barely felt it. What she did feel was his massive cock as he ran it up and down the crack in her ass, taunting her. Is that how he wanted to fuck her? She didn’t care. Whatever worked for him. She’d do whatever he asked of her. He spun her round until she was facing him again and finally touched one of her breasts. Her skin burned where his fingers made contact with it, and she instinctively pushed herself into his hand.

“Harder. I like it hard.”

“Hmm, I’ll just bet you do.”

He dropped his head and suckled one of her nipples, pulling the rock-hard pebble through his teeth, rasping with his tongue, moulding with his big hands.

“Your tits are too big for my hands,” he said, shaking his head in what she hoped was feigned irritation. Since when did men gripe about them being too big?

“I’m sorry.”

“Hey, did I say I was complaining?”

“No, but—”

“Shush.”

He pushed her onto the bed and followed her down, half covering her body with his much-larger one.

“Spread your legs for me.”

She opened them immediately, writhing against the crisp cotton sheets as his fingers worked their way into her slick pussy, delving deep as his thumb rubbed against her clit.

“You are ready for it, aren’t you?”

She bucked against his hand. “If it’s okay with you.”

His chuckle was full of masculine pride. “Oh, I think I could put myself out, just this once.”

Porcha wrapped her arms round his neck, attempting to pull his body over hers. It was rock solid and didn’t budge an inch.

“You keep telling me I need to sleep, but that ain’t gonna happen until you fuck me.”

“I got that part.”

Troy levered himself over her, his erection pulsating against her stomach as he parted her slick folds and once again invaded her vagina with all the fingers of one hand.

“Like that?”

“It’s not what I want. I’m in pain here, Troy. Please, I’ll take any punishment you deem appropriate, but just fuck me first. Get rid of the pain that’s churning in my gut. Make me come for you.”

Troy appeared moved by her words and dropped his head to kiss her, breaking the kiss again almost immediately.

“Shit, no condoms!”

“It’s okay.”

“You sure?” Troy shook his head. “I don’t wanna—”

“It’s more than okay. If you dare to leave this bed now, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

“Yeah, but—”

“I think it only fair to warn you that I’m more woman than you could handle when I’m aroused.”

Troy chuckled. “Well, in that case.”

He resumed their interrupted kiss, at the same time guiding the head of his cock into her throbbing pussy. She lifted her hips to help the process along and then wrapped her legs round his waist. He sank all the way home with one long thrust, filling her completely, stretching the walls of her vagina in a way she’d forgotten was possible.

“Okay?”

“Hmm, is that the best you’ve got?”

He reached behind her raised ass and slapped it. “Want more, do you?”

“I want everything you can give me,” she said, panting 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.”