Lena's Happily Ever After [The Town of Pearl 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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“More, I need more.”
“More you’ll have, baby,” Kenny whispered. Blake kissed her belly then pulled slowly from her body.
* * * *
The sight of Blake making love to Lena was intense. Bryant felt it straight through to his heart. She had healed his relationship with his brothers. She brought them back together, and it was Lena who connected them as one.
“Turn around, Lena,” he told her, and she knew what to do. Lena kneeled up on all fours and Bryant wrapped one arm around her waist from behind and began to kiss her skin. She tasted like vanilla.
“You taste so yummy, darling, I ain’t never gonna get enough of you.” He pressed a hand along her waist to her pussy, spreading her pussy lips with his finger.
“You hot and wet for me, darling?”
“Yes, oh God yes, Bryant, please do something.”
He pressed a finger up into her then thrust his cock against the crack of her ass and pussy.
She jerked and moaned.
“Oh, I’m gonna do something all right.”
With the condom in place, he leaned back, aligned his cock with her pussy from behind, and pressed the tip just slightly inside.
“I’m going to make love to you, baby. I’m gonna love this pussy and then I’m going to fuck this ass while Kenny loves your pussy.”
“Oh God!” she moaned then tried to push back to make his cock penetrate her deeper. He teased her as he held her in one place then slowly pushed a little further into her.
Bryant licked along her spine then massaged her ass before holding her hips to stop her tiny thrusts.
“Such a nice, round ass you’ve got, Lena. How badly do you want my dick in it?”
“Bad, really bad, Bryant, please,” she begged, and he smiled as he caressed her ass.
He leaned forward so he could kiss her neck and whisper in her ear. “First, I’m going to make love to you, baby. Your pussy is pulling and grabbing my cock. You want it badly, don’t ya, Lena?” He licked and nipped her earlobe.
“Please stop teasing me.”
He thrust into her hard and held her to him. Lena screamed then took deep long breaths.
“Like that, Lena?” he asked, trying to control his own breathing, and she nodded her head.
He thrust again then waited a few seconds before he thrust a third time.
Lena pressed back harder.
Bryant chuckled.
“I love you in this position, baby. You look so fucking hot.” He cupped her breasts from under her arms. He squeezed and pulled her nipples as he began fast, deep strokes with his cock into her pussy.
In and out he stroked her, feeling her muscles tighten and his cock grow hard and ready to explode, and then he stopped before she came.
“It’s okay, baby, you can’t come until Kenny and I say you can.” He caressed her neck and shoulders with his cock still deep in her pussy. Kenny lay down on the blanket, and Bryant lifted her around her waist and placed her on top of Kenny.
“Hi, baby,” Kenny whispered as he reached up, cupped Lena’s neck, and pulled her down for a kiss. Bryant pulled his cock from her pussy and began to play with her ass cheeks.
“I want you to ride Kenny, baby, while I get this ass ready.”
“You okay, sweetie?” Kenny asked, and she moaned then lifted up and took Kenny inside of her. Kenny clenched his teeth and groaned.
“You need to come, don’t you, baby?” Bryant asked then helped her to thrust up and down on Kenny’s cock.
“Yes, Bryant, I do. I feel so tight. I can’t take this.”
“Yes you can, honey, because when we tell you to come, it will be better than the fireworks outside.”
Bryant watched Lena thrust up and down on Kenny. She was moving faster and faster, trying to scratch that itch she so desperately needed scratched.
Bryant lined up his cock with her puckered hole and slowly began to push into her.
“Oh!” she screamed then thrust her ass back, forcing him to go deeper faster than Bryant expected.
“Oh damn, Lena.” Bryant pushed the rest of the way into her, and both he and Kenny began a sequence of thrusts. Lena moaned and thrust her ass back against his cock while she tried to keep up with them.
“I feel it, Bryant. I’m coming,” Lena stated.
“Not yet,” he ground out through clenched teeth as he and Kenny increased their speed.
“Fuck!” Kenny yelled.
“Now, Lena, come, baby, come with us,” Bryant yelled, and the three of them exploded at once.
A few more thrusts and Bryant pulled from her ass as Kenny wrapped his arms around Lena and held her against his chest.
“Hot damn, baby, you are something else,” Kenny told her while he caressed her back.
Slowly Kenny rolled Lena to her side and he pulled from her. Blake and Quinn leaned down to kiss her. She smiled.
“Happy birthday to me,” she whispered, and they laughed.
* * * *
The men got dressed and helped Lena into her party dress before they sat near the large window and waited for the fireworks to begin.
A moment later, the first bursts of color filled the sky along with the pounding sounds that followed. Bright colors were everywhere, and Lena smiled then looked at her men.
They were all gathered around her, loving her, keeping her safe, and filling her heart with the joy of belonging and being part of a real family.
It was like one of the story books she had read in the library when she was homeless in Detroit. Except this wasn’t just a story.
Lena actually found her happily ever after.
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 descendants 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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