“Where was she at?” Armand yelled from the front porch, standing in only a towel. She hadn’t even realized that she stopped short until Eloi placed an arm around her waist and basically walked her closer.
Holy shit, Armand is a god. She licked her lips and took in the sight of all male, muscular flesh. His chest still glistened from his shower, and his hair looked wet yet combed through. It clung against the tips of his shoulders. The towel tented out in the front, indicating that he was happy to see her.
“I found her in town on a business lunch date with Tye and Mike,” Eloi told him as they walked up the steps.
She stopped directly in front of Armand, staring up into his big green eyes.
“Wearing this?” he asked, taking a fistful of her dress from below her breasts and pulling her toward him.
Eloi mumbled a “yes” from behind her, and then she felt Eloi’s thick fingers caress the back of her neck then begin to lower the zipper to her dress.
“Hey,” she began to protest, and Armand stared at her with his eyebrows raised.
“You were with two other men for lunch?”
“It’s not what you think. It was a meeting,” she replied as the dress fell open in the back and Eloi used his hands to caress her skin. The warm breeze slid over her flesh, and Armand placed his hands on her shoulders. He held her gaze and licked his lips.
“Business or not, you should have called us and told us you were here in town. We missed you,” he told her then pushed the material of her dress off her shoulders and down her arms. Eloi helped Armand, and in a flash her dress pooled at the floor over her heeled sandals. Once again she wore no bra and just a skimpy pair of thong panties.
“Purple, huh?” Armand asked, looking her body over.
“I like purple,” Eloi whispered then ran his hands over her curves from breasts to waist then ass cheeks. Angelique closed her eyes and absorbed the sensations. These men were so hot, and she wanted them and didn’t care about tomorrow or what trouble it would cause. She didn’t even care that she stood outside on their front porch where anyone could see her naked. The feel of his hot, wet mouth sent jolts of need to her pussy. Her hands went to the towel at his waist, and she pushed it off of him. Immediately he lifted her by her ass cheeks and rocked his hips against her.
“Get her inside now,” Eloi stated, sounding breathless, but Angelique was too consumed by desire to taste more of Armand.
Armand released her lips and kissed along her neck and shoulder.
“I missed you, baby. You feel so fucking good in my arms,” he told her then squeezed her a bit too tight. She lost her breath and coughed but squeezed him as tight as she could in return. “I must be crazy,” she whispered.
“Not as crazy as you make me feel,” he replied.
They walked into the living room, and as much as she wanted to see the house, she was too absorbed with looking into Armand’s eyes and letting him lead her through this.
* * * *
Armand placed his hand over her neck to the back of her head and cupped it so he could pull her to him. She stepped into his hold as he leaned down and covered her mouth with his own. Eloi moved in behind her, caressing her from behind.
Armand didn’t think he would make it to the bedroom, but there was more room up there for all them, so he carried her up the stairs.
As he walked into the bedroom, he lowered her feet to the ground and took a step back.
He admired her body, and she shyly tried to cover her breasts with her arms.
He shook his head as his brother Marcel appeared to her right and Remy to her left. Both were naked. Eloi began discarding his clothes as his brothers surrounded her. They each took one of her hands and brought it to their lips. They kissed her fingertips, and she closed her eyes.
“Oh God, this is insane. I can’t believe I’m standing here,” she stated in a whisper.
Her chest rose and fell, and her nipples pebbled before their eyes.
Armand reached for her breast and cupped it.
“Don’t be shy with us, baby. You are so beautiful. Perfect,” he whispered then leaned down and licked across her pink, delicate nipple. She tightened her thighs, and he could see her belly muscles clench, so he licked her again then cupped the soft mound as best he could. He continued to tease her nipple then moved to her other breast as well.
“You’re perfect, Angel. So soft and delicate,” Marcel whispered then moved her hand to cover his cock. She moaned at the sensations.
* * * *
Angelique felt every sensation, every warm breath and descriptive word they inflicted upon her. Yet, she was still a little uncertain. She had flashbacks of her ex and worried about satisfying four men or even upsetting them to cause them to hurt her. That was such a stupid fear because the Lafont men seemed so noble and just overprotective. One man had nearly killed her, but now she was offering her body to four. Four big, strong, masculine men who had more power over her mind and body than she was ready to admit. She was scared, but she was lustful.
“Wait,” she whispered and pulled her hands from their grasp and covered her breasts again. She sat down on the bed and tried to control her breathing.
Angelique felt the fingers under her chin and her thighs part. Armand kneeled between them and cupped her chin in his hand.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
She felt the bed dip on either side of her. Marcel lay on the right side and Eloi on the left side. Remy was behind her with his hands on her shoulders. Surrounded by all this naked male flesh, she felt overwhelmed and in a panic. She knew she wanted to make love to them. Maybe if she revealed some information, it would help ease the stress.
“Aubert. My full name is Angelique Monet Aubert,” she whispered then looked at Armand, Eloi, and Marcel. They smiled at her, and Armand leaned down and kissed each of her knees.
“Nice to meet you, Miss Angelique, Monet, Aubert,” Marcel stated next to her shoulder then he kissed it.
“I’m just a little scared. I want to do this, I really do, but you’re all so, so big and sexy, and I’m…”
“Are you a virgin, Angel?” Remy asked, and she felt her cheeks warm then shook her head. She didn’t want them to think that.
“No, no, I’m not. I’ve had plenty of sex,” she blurted out nervously, and all their eyes widened, and she could have sworn that they looked upset. Quickly she recovered.
“I don’t mean a lot of sex, I just mean with my boyfriend I had. It wasn’t like it was really good or anything.” She covered her mouth with her hand and felt completely embarrassed. She really was nervous. She always rambled when she was afraid or nervous like this. What a complete ass she was.
Armand caressed her thighs and slowly made her lay back on the mattress. With chin to chest, she tried to hold his gaze.
“Who is this boyfriend? Is he still around?” Eloi asked from the side as he glided his thumb across her nipple, and she turned to him and shook her head.
“Where’s he at?” Marcel asked, and she looked at him as she felt Armand pull her panties slowly from her body. Remy was massaging her head and hair as Marcel and Eloi caressed her ribs and breasts. She loved how it felt to be touched by them at once. She had never been more turned on in her life. It was as if she were floating as she felt the lick to one nipple then another. Armand caressed her inner thighs and spread her pussy lips with his fingers. Her thighs trembled, and her belly tightened. He used his thumbs and rotated them against her labia.
“Where’s he at?” Eloi asked again in a whisper against her breast.
“Prison,” she replied without thinking, and all touching stopped a moment then began again. She realized that she was almost under a spell of some sort caused by their whispered words and gentle touches.
“For what?” he asked, and she was silent a few seconds. Then Eloi pinched a nipple in an attempt to initiate a response to his question. She popped her eyes open and held his gaze while he leaned down to lick her nipple as she answer
ed him.
“For killing a man,” she said then closed her eyes. Her stomach clenched tight. She hadn’t talked about in so long, but for some reason, she felt better letting them know this piece of her past.
“Oh, aimé,” Eloi whispered then leaned over and kissed her mouth. He released her lips a few seconds later and looked into her eyes.
“He hurt you?” Eloi asked, holding her gaze, and she nodded. A look of anger flashed across his eyes, but then he winked at her.
“We won’t hurt you. We’re going to take good care of you, sugar,” he stated then smiled as Armand took that moment to lick her pussy lips and spread her thighs. He was gentle at first, probably out of fear he would frighten her. She raised her hips and tried to press his head to her mound harder, but Remy pulled her hands above her head and held them there. She felt helpless and out of control, yet entirely turned on. Her pussy clenched and throbbed as she released tiny jolts of pleasure.
“Oh, please, Armand, I need,” she panted.
“Need what, baby, tell him,” Eloi told her then kissed her neck and licked along the dip. Marcel did the same then pinched and pulled her nipple before easing the pinch with a lash of his tongue. It felt so amazing and like nothing she expected.
Armand raised her knees and pulled her ass slightly off the bed so he could gain better access. He licked, sucked, and stroked her folds as she thrust her hips upward.
“Pass me one now,” Armand stated, out of breath, to Remy. She observed the sound of a bag opening then a box. She looked down and saw Armand opening the wrapper to a condom. She knew she was safe, but she knew nothing about them. That insecure feeling must have shown on her face as Remy leaned down over her head and kissed her in the awkward upside down position. Armand kissed her thighs then stood up, and she saw his cock and gasped. Oh God, I hope he fits. Thick, long, and glistening with pre-cum, it was a sight that took her breath away. Her pussy clenched with anticipation. It had been so long, and she wondered if it would hurt. Lots of times it hurt with her ex. She closed her eyes and felt the gentle caress of all her lovers at once. Remy massaged her head then temples, Eloi kissed her shoulder and licked along her nipple then breast, and Marcel did the same to her other side. They were all touching her when she felt Armand press the tip of his cock to her front entrance.
“Nice and easy, baby. This is only the beginning,” he stated then slowly pushed inside of her. He eased his way in, and she felt very tight and so needy that she wanted him in already. He, however, was being a gentlemen and took his time easing his cock through her tight muscles.
“Please, Armand.” She thrust her hips upward, causing him to penetrate a little deeper.
“You’re so tight, baby, I don’t want to hurt you,” he ground out through clenched teeth.
“I need you inside of me. I’m burning,” she begged without a care in the world but to get his cock deep inside of her.
He shoved forward, and she took him deeply, feeling him not only penetrate her body but also her soul. She almost felt like crying and as if she had waited so long, too long, to feel filled like this.
Armand seemed intent on deepening his thrusts as his hips flexed against hers He raised her thighs and held them to him as he made love to her. She held on to his shoulders and felt the muscles beneath her fingertips as she tried to meet him thrust for thrust. He penetrated deeper, calling out her name as he covered her body with his own. A nibble to her neck then across her cheek and above her lips, he fed at her as if her taste were addicting.
“You feel damn good, sugar, damn good.” He covered her mouth and kissed her deeply as she held on to him, kissing him in return. When they parted lips, he rose to all fours while he caressed her thighs and pulled them higher and against his waist. The feel of his strong fingers grabbing and pulling her hips and thighs as he continued to thrust into her had her panting for air. They locked gazes, and he thrust hard as he held her tight.
“So beautiful,” he whispered as his fingertips traveled from her lips down between her breasts. That’s when Marcel leaned over and kissed her nipple then pulled it between his teeth. She closed her eyes and relished in the sensations that burned inside of her. Eloi licked across the tip of her other breast as Remy took her hands and placed them above her head. She felt his long, thick cock between her fingers as Remy placed her hands over his throbbing muscle. The move caused her body to arch as both Eloi and Marcel pulled her nipples and Armand penetrated deeper.
In and out, Armand slid his cock through her channel. As wet as she felt, he seemed to be having difficulty moving faster.
She felt out of control and about to explode when Armand leaned over and tilted his hips deep and low while grinding into her. “So fucking tight. Oh damn, woman, you’re killing me.” His speed increased, and she felt every sensation from the top of her head to the tips of her toes before her release. She couldn’t hold back as the orgasm rocked her body, sending tiny quakes in the aftermath. Armand followed suit, rocking the bed and causing her breasts to bounce and sway. The men released her as Armand pulled her against him and rolled to his side taking her with him.
He was out of breath, his cock now against her belly as he kissed her lips, her cheeks, then back to her lips again.
“Amazing,” he told her as she laid her head against his shoulder. She did it. She had sex again, and it didn’t hurt one damn bit. It felt so good, specially with Armand. He was good looking and sweet as could be. She squeezed him tight, and he chuckled low against her ear, licking the lobe before scattering tiny kisses against it.
She felt the bed dip then a hand to her hip bone nudging her to move to the side. Armand smiled then kissed her nose. “I’ll be right back,” he whispered then rose from the bed. She watched his perfectly muscular ass and thighs stride toward another room. He was pure muscle, and he even had a tattoo on his shoulder.
“Come here, sexy woman of mine,” Marcel told her, bringing her attention toward the other brothers. Eloi lay sprawled on the edge of the bed, legs wide open and with the biggest cock she had ever seen. It jerked as her eyes zoned in on the plump mushroom top and the very long base. She swallowed hard then looked at Eloi, and he held his serious expression she was learning to accept. The man just didn’t seem to smile too often at all.
“Go to him, Angel,” Marcel told her, and she just stared at Eloi, uncertain if she were ready to take him on. The man was intimidating. Making her mind up for her, Marcel lifted her as if she were as light as a feather and placed her on top of Eloi. Legs spread and straddling him, her knees barely touched the comforter on either side.
“Oh God, Eloi, you’re so big,” she whispered as she felt his cock press against her folds. Instantly her pussy leaked with moisture, apparently having more confidence than Angelique.
“You can, baby. It’s better like this than me trying to fit in that small, tight ass of yours,” he caressed her ass cheeks and ran a finger down the crevice. His words caused another gush of cream to release and coat his stomach. He pulled her down for a kiss as she laid her hands against his muscular chest. She felt the dusting of hair along his skin that descended toward his cock. He was manly, and the thought that he was a beast needing to be tamed pulled at her womanly strings. He spoke about taking her ass as if it were the most normal thing to do. She never did anything like that. But now that she was with four men, it seemed inevitable. Her pussy leaked some more as Eloi’s eyes bore into her. He held her by her hip bones and tilted his cock upward, making her blush.
“I think she likes that idea, Marcel,” he stated then took a handful of her hair and gently pulled on it, indicating for her to lower her lips to his for a kiss. She did immediately, knowing that she couldn’t deny or defy this man even if she wanted to. He was a sexual god. All four of them were, and she was toast.
“I never,” she began to say when Eloi covered her mouth with his own. He kissed her thoroughly while he caressed her body from ass cheeks to breasts.
She felt the hands on her wa
ist from behind, then Marcel rubbing her back, her neck, and shoulders, then her spine to her rear.
“She got a real nice ass. Made for fucking,” Marcel stated then caressed a thumb across her pussy, then over her puckered hole from behind. She jolted upright, but Eloi held her firmly against him. Her breasts were wedged up against his solid pectoral muscles. She moaned against his mouth as Marcel continued to tease her pussy from behind.
Finally Eloi released her lips, and she pushed herself slightly up in an attempt to gain some control. It backfired on her as Remy tossed something to Marcel and Eloi licked one breast that was practically in his face. She closed her eyes and absorbed the intense feeling. It was as if there was an invisible string connecting her nipples to her pussy. She moaned and tilted her hips forward against Eloi. A few moments later he released her breast with a ‘plop’.
“I love these breasts, chère. I take some time to taste them and play a little, hey,” he said in a deep sexy voice. She was lost in its sound and the sight of his mouth as his strong, firm lips covered her nipple and part of her breast. He cupped both of them, trying to bring her breasts together as he used his thighs to spread her thighs. She slipped open, her feminine folds on display for Marcel and now Armand, who returned.
“Eloi!” she reprimanded but then closed her mouth as she felt the tip of Marcel’s cock against her pussy lips from behind.
He caressed her back while Eloi continued to feast on her breasts.
“One day real soon we’re going to take this ass, chère, but for now I want me some of this wet, juicy pussy,” Marcel stated then grabbed her hips and shoved forward. Angelique moaned as she fisted the comforter above Eloi shoulders and tilted her ass back against Marcel’s cock. In and out, he thrust against her as her breasts collided with Eloi’s mouth and teeth. It was crazy and wild to be touched like this by two men at once. She raised higher, her breasts large enough to smother Eloi’s face, and he was doing a damn good job of trying to drown in them.
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