Soldiers of Pearl 6: A Touch of Fear (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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Bandit tugged on her clit, making her wiggle and moan.
“Oh God, Bandit, please. Please, it’s too much,” she exclaimed.
“Never too much,” Stack said as he licked across her nipple then pulled on the hard, tiny bud.
“Oh God, Stack. Oh,” She gasped just as Logan feasted on her other breast and pulled on the nipple hard.
“Hey Maggie, remember what we found the other day? The special box under the bed you were hiding?” Breaker asked, and her eyes popped open, her heart racing as her mind remembered the stuff she ordered online with Cynthia.
“What?” she asked, pretending to be shocked, but there stood Breaker, holding a blindfold and jewelry with the tiny clamps on the end. Her pussy spasmed.
“Sweet mother, she just creamed some more. Our future wife is going to be very busy with her four husbands,” Bandit told them and then plunged his tongue and then his finger in and out of her cunt.
“Bandit,” she cried out.
“Who’s ready for some playtime?” Breaker asked.
“Oh, God. I can’t. Oh, please.” She cried out another orgasm and her body shook and quaked with tiny spasms.
“Oh, you can take it. We’re going to be your husbands. You accepted our proposal and that means all our crazy, wild fantasies in bed,” Logan told her, then pulled on her nipple, holding it between his teeth, making her get the chills and spill some more cream.
“Logan, Stack, my nipples are so tender and hard,” she complained.
They both licked them, using their tongues and arousing her even more. She closed her eyes and then gasped as she felt the first clamp attach to one nipple and then the next clamp to her other nipple.
“Oh!” She moaned.
All four men eased back and looked at her.
“Holy fuck, our baby is red-hot sexy,” Logan said aloud.
“Get the blindfold she ordered,” Bandit called to Stack.
“Yeah, and that special box with the butt plugs we special ordered,” he added.
“Butt plugs?” she asked, her heart racing, her pussy spasming and her anus clenched with need. She was a horny mess, aroused and ready to explore with her four sexy soldiers.
Stacker chuckled as Logan placed the blindfold over her eyes. She could feel her men staring at her body, watching her reaction. Her nipples were burning, but also caused tightness in her belly and core that made her eager to come hard.
“Now that is a fucking sight. We got her exactly where we want her. What should we do next?” Bandit asked.
But they didn’t move or touch her and she couldn’t take it. She lifted her hips up and down, and wiggled with need to be touched.
“Do something, or else,” she demanded.
She heard the chuckling and then warm breath caressed her ear. “Or else what, sweetness?” Logan asked.
She was feeling so aroused and needy, but also ready to play any games her men were willing to play. She realized pretty quickly that she adored their dominant personalities, their need for control over her body, but they couldn’t have all the fun.
Maggie brought her fingers to her lips and sucked on two digits. She then trailed them down the center of her breasts and tugged on the jewelry, making the clamps dig into her nipples and causing her pussy to cream. She pressed lower and lower as she widened her thighs, lifted her heels to practically her ass and then played with her clit.
She could hear them breathing heavy and knew they were watching her.
“I need to come, and if the four of you aren’t up for the job, then I guess I’ll take care of it myself.”
She plunged her fingers into her cunt, got two thrusts, and that was it. Her men descended upon her body, bringing her pleasure, making her come as they maneuvered her into position to take three of them at once. They made love together, and she couldn’t help but smile and feel as if everything was going to work out just fine. After all, her Marines were very resourceful, and they loved her so much that they’d used those secret skills she still knew very little about and saved her life. For that, she would love them until the end of time.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
People seem to be more interested in my name than where I get my ideas for my stories from. So I might as well share the story behind my name with all my readers.
My momma was born and raised in New Orleans. At the age of twenty, she met and fell in love with an Irishman named Patrick Riley Dwyer. Needless to say, the family was a bit taken aback by this as they hoped she would marry a family friend. It was a modern day arranged marriage kind of thing and my momma downright refused.
Being that my momma’s families were descendents of the original English speaking Southerners, they wanted the family blood line to stay pure. They were wealthy and my father’s family was poor.
Despite attempts by my grandpapa to make Patrick leave and destroy the love between them, my parents married. They recently celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary.
I am one of six children born to Patrick and Lynn Dwyer. I am a combination of both Irish and a true Southern belle. With a name like Dixie Lynn Dwyer it’s no wonder why people are curious about my name.
Just as my parents had a love story of their own, I grew up intrigued by the lifestyles of others. My imagination as well as my need to stray from the straight and narrow made me into the woman I am today.
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