Mitchell, Ava and Holiday, Sydney - A Bride for Two Tycoons [Male Order, Texas 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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Madeline rocked herself over his cockhead and whimpered. “Dalton, please. What are you waiting for?”
He couldn’t help but grin. “I thought you said you couldn’t handle any more of this.”
“Well, I change my mind.” Her arms pulled against her bindings in obvious frustration. Without saying another word, Dalton slowly penetrated her, reveling in the feeling of his cock sliding into the tight, slick heat of her pussy. Madeline moaned and sighed. “That’s better,” she said in a whisper.
Being inside her felt so divine, Dalton had to close his eyes as if in reverence. He quieted the animal inside him that hungered to pound into her. Dalton intended for this to last.
With the heel of his hands on her hips, stilling her, he massaged her ass cheeks around the small jade plug with the tips of his long fingers. She would get used to the feel of the plug eventually and would beg him for a bigger one, and he’d be more than happy to oblige. Even better, he’d use his cock, but only when she was ready, and he knew that time had not yet come. But soon.
The more he squeezed and rubbed her ass cheeks together around the sculpted jade inside her ass, the tenser her muscles became and the more she trembled.
“Oh, no, not another one. I can’t again,” she whimpered, “I just can’t.” She bent her head down, and her fiery hair fell around her face. Garrett reached from behind her and pulled it back.
“Sure you can, sweetheart. It’s okay to be greedy when it comes to coming.” Garrett chuckled. “I assure you, we don’t mind. You need to know now just what your body is capable of.”
Dalton moved his hands to the clit crowning her lovely pussy and rubbed it with his thumb. His fingers traveled along her pussy lips as they stretched around his cock. He knew she was stronger than she thought, and it was up to him and his brother to show her just how limitless her pleasure could be with them.
Beginning to thrust slowly, carefully, he continued working her body like a finely tuned instrument, plucking and strumming in just the right spots until her screams came out like music to his ears.
This orgasm seemed even stronger than the last one. He thought she would have started becoming desensitized from the contact by now, but no, somehow hers intensified. It was magical to watch her.
“Will…it…ever…end?” Madeline asked, each word sandwiched between gasps and squeals. He hoped to God it wouldn’t. Dalton would have stayed inside her forever, if he could, making her come over and over again.
He felt the room shaking and, for a moment, wondered if it were caused by the sheer force of her climax alone, but then realized the plane had hit a pocket of turbulence, something his excellent pilots usually had no trouble avoiding, but for once Dalton actually welcomed it.
“Oh, God, what’s happening? What are you doing to me? Is it just me or is this an earthquake?”
“No, sweetheart, we’re on a plane, remember?”
“Whatever. I like it. It feels so, oh, oh—” Her sentence was broken by an intense scream that seemed to have grown from the center of her cunt, building volume and momentum as it traveled up her body, through her throat, and out her mouth.
Holding Madeline’s feminine physique firmly in his hands, Dalton ensured she would be safe as the plane continued to make its way through the choppy air. Each time the plane bounced, Madeline would rise off and then land hard on his dick, making it impossible for him to hold back his release.
A flood of indescribable feeling swelled in his cock and deep within his balls. He groaned as his hot seed shot out of him. Coming inside Madeline was like nothing he had ever experienced. Again, he had to close his eyes, and he marveled at how this small, delicate woman could make the powerful Dalton Ellis completely at her mercy. And the funny thing was, she didn’t even realize her effect on him. By the look of utter wonder and warmth in Garrett’s eyes, Dalton knew his brother was just as taken as he.
“I think she might have reached her limit.” Garrett gestured toward her bindings, and all Dalton could do was nod, letting his brother know he could untie her wrists. Her boneless body collapsed onto him, and her breasts pillowed softly against his chest, her pebbled nipples pressing firmly into his flesh. Even now, after the most incredible orgasm of his life, Dalton felt his dick stir again beneath her. He could be ready for her again in a heartbeat if he knew she were up to it, but no. Dalton willed his cock back down. Madeline needed to rest.
He reached around and gently pulled out the jade plug. Garrett took it from him and took it into the adjacent bathroom. Dalton folded her into his arms, and Garrett then moved to lie beside her.
“Madeline,” Garrett whispered, “Madeline, how are you feeling, sweetheart?” He pulled a strand of hair away from her face.
She nestled her face into Dalton’s shoulder and mumbled something.
“What did she say?” Garrett asked.
“It sounded like, good, so tired, good.” Dalton chuckled.
“I think we wore our princess out. She’ll get a good night’s sleep, that’s for sure. And then she’ll be well rested for all the surprises we have waiting for her.”
His hand swept down the graceful length of her spine, and he felt the thin mist of perspiration on her soft skin. Dalton hated the idea of Madeline waking up sweaty and sticky. If he could help it, she’d never feel uncomfortable or unhappy again.
With the last of his strength, Dalton shifted her into Garrett’s arms and stood to fill a copper bowl with warm water. He threw in a few splashes of rosewater for good measure. Using a plush sea sponge, he began to carefully clean her. He knew she would appreciate it when she woke up. As he bathed her, he examined every inch of her smooth porcelain skin, her womanly curves, even the adorable way her fists curled up into little balls as she slept. She looked so small and delicate in his brother’s arms, Dalton wanted nothing more than to care for and protect this precious woman. The feeling tugged at his heart, a sensation he savored for as long as he could until it started to hurt too much, and he had to push it away.
“She’s an angel, isn’t she?” Garrett said as he pressed a kiss on her forehead before he unfurled her body, allowing Dalton to wash her other side.
“She’s more than an angel. She’s a goddess.” Dalton cleaned himself off and set the sponge in the bowl, placing it in the sink. He wanted her back in his arms. Getting back into bed, he looped his arm around her and pulled her against his body. He lifted his head to address his brother. “I cleaned her up. Now it’s your turn to clean up this room. While me and our lady take a nap.”
“That hardly seems fair.” Garrett slowly got out of bed and did as Dalton said. Dalton chuckled. Even though being the oldest meant having to have certain responsibilities, it also came with a few perks now and then. Dalton kissed each of Madeline’s eyelids before closing his own, allowing sleep to take him.
Hours later, before the plane began its final descent, Dalton carefully scooped her sleeping form, cocooned in layers of down comforter, into his arms, to buckle her in her seat. “Safety first” was always his motto, at least when it came to the safety of his woman. He walked slowly and softly, trying not to wake her, though he realized it likely wouldn’t be an issue when he heard soft snores curl from her parted lips. He put her in her seat, which Garrett had already put in the reclined position, and moved the thick blanket aside to buckle her seatbelt underneath it. He was greeted with the warm scent of his woman and her silky, sweet flesh before covering her back up again.
Running the pad of his thumb across the bottom of her lip, so plump, so juicy, so pure, he had a hard time believing something so innocent could wreck such dirty havoc on his cock. Before taking his seat beside his brother, Dalton bent down and kissed her as she slept. His little angel, who brought out the devil in him.
When the plane finally landed, he, again, gently picked her up so as not to awaken her, this time out of necessity. If she woke up as they exited the plane, it might ruin the surprise.
She stirred a little as they stepped ou
tside, nestling farther into the crook of his arms.
“It’s cold,” Madeline mumbled. A more precious and awe-inspiring face, he had never seen before. He never wanted to let her go.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll get you somewhere warm soon.” Despite the near-freezing temperatures, Dalton’s heart and soul had never felt more warm and full, as if a long-dead fire had finally rekindled inside him. Even with the snow spiraling down in gusts around him, he knew, with Madeline at his side, he would never feel cold again.
End of Part 1: The Courtship
To be continued in
Part 2: The Promise
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