“Fuck, you’re so tight, sugar, so fucking tight, I won’t last, no way,” Marcel murmured as the bed creaked from his thrusts. He moved quickly in and out of her while she tried to handle the multitude of sensations filling her body. The feel of Marcel’s cock deep in her pussy as he gripped her hips and played with her ass cheeks caused a burning need inside of her. She suddenly realized that she would take them any way they wanted just as long as they made her feel this wild and this good. Then she tightened up and thrust back against him as Eloi nipped her nipple a bit harder. They didn’t give her much leeway at all. As she moved toward Eloi’s mouth to lessen the tingling in her nipple from his tactics, then she felt the thrusts from Marcel and an entirely different burning inside of her. Back and forth, she clenched her teeth and rode out the waves of pleasure shooting through her. She screamed her release as Marcel followed, thrusting into her hard, her legs shaking, trying not to fall forward onto Eloi.
She felt the hot throbbing inside her vaginal walls while Marcel pumped a few more times inside her.
She slumped against Eloi while he caressed her hair and Marcel kissed her shoulders then down her back. Her hair lay across his chest as Eloi ran his fingers through it, caressing her head and then her back. His large hands roamed over her lower back then across each ass cheek. He gave her cheeks a squeeze, and she kissed his nipple. When she licked the light-pink, protruding flesh, his cock stirred beneath her belly.
Marcel took that moment to pull slowly from her pussy, giving her a slight smack to her ass, causing her to jump.
“Hey,” she reprimanded, only to be pulled up closer to Eloi as he wrapped his arms around her and did an alligator roll across the king-size bed until she was underneath him. He knelt between her legs as she gasped for air, still trying to recover from his size and the fact he rolled her. He hadn’t let all his weight land on top of her, but she knew he could crush her if he did. Eloi spread her thighs and began to tease her pussy by playing with her labia and tickling her inner thighs. She felt sticky and sweaty, but oh, so ready for Eloi that she brazenly lifted her hips up against his fingers.
“Oh, we got us a little wild thing here,” Eloi stated in a thick Cajun accent as he pressed a digit up into her pussy. Angelique gripped the covers on either side of her and moaned with her eyes closed.
“She needs some taming then, Eloi,” Remy added as he tossed something to Eloi. His brother caught it with his hand, and the sound of foil opening let her know he was getting ready to fuck her. The thought of his big, thick cock fitting into her pussy stirred something carnal inside of her. If she was able to handle the length and girth of Armand and Marcel, who were nearly just as big, then she should be just fine.
“I’ll be gentle, baby,” Eloi stated as he leaned over her, his large frame devouring up her small one. She reached up to touch his face and to feel his whiskers beneath the palms of her hands. She felt the tip of his cock against her wet folds, and her belly quivered with desire for him.
“Why you look so scared? You not scared of me, sugar, are you?” he asked, and she lowered her eyes.
Honest. She needed to be honest with them.
She nodded her head, and he made a noise deep in his throat. “Tsk, tsk.”
He lowered to his elbows and held her face between his hands.
“I scare you?” he asked, and she could see the upset in his eyes, but then he took her wrists and raised them above her head. He licked across the seam of her mouth and pressed in between her lips to taste her. She welcomed his tongue and all he gave her in the kiss, and she felt her anxiety begin to weaken. When he released her lips and kissed along her chin then neck, she moaned.
“Nice ’n’ easy,” he whispered as he pressed his cock slowly between her folds. She opened wider for him, thrusting her breast up then trying to move her hands.
He gripped them tighter and gave them a tap against the comforter. “Keep them there,” he ordered. She held his gaze as he lifted then lowered his hips, pushing the thick, long muscle deeper into her. He was so big, and she could feel her body vibrating and expanding, trying to accommodate his girth.
He bit her nipple and pulled, causing her to scream and release a gush of fluid lubricating his path. He penetrated her deeper, gaining his speed and getting all the way inside of her.
“So tight. So perfect,” he told her as he lifted his hands from her wrists, raised her thighs higher while he stroked her cunt. She could hardly breathe, and she kept her hands exactly where he told her to. She didn’t care that it was a telltale sign of submission to this man. Everything about him made her body burn with need. They all had this effect on her. She liked being submissive to him. It made her hot, it turned her on, and apparently her submission made him wild.
He pulled nearly all the way out then thrust in deep. He kissed her, and she kissed him back, nibbling his bottom lip, not allowing him to pull away. She was feeling frisky and wild. A pinch to her nipple and she released his lip as a series of sparks and excitement exploded behind closed eyes. She moved her hands, and he hopped up with his cock deep inside her, pressing against her vaginal walls, making her thrust her hips to move with him. Eloi grabbed her hands, they entwined their fingers, and he rotated his hips faster and faster until she lost her breath. Her whole body tightened. Her pussy burned and throbbed until she screamed hoarsely just as Eloi shoved into her and exploded inside of her. He pumped his hips and panted against her neck as they lay there catching their breath.
A few moments later, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her again. She smiled as he kissed her nose then rose from between her legs. Her eyes fluttered open, and she relished in the aftermath of their love making. Then she felt the bed dip and a warm washcloth caress between her legs. She stirred and saw Remy. Sweet, sexy Remy with his short, crew-cut hair and big green eyes filled with passion. He could be a supermodel, and with tattoos expanded across his muscular arms, he was a fantasy come true.
She reached for him and took a breath, knowing that he would make love to her next. He took her hand and kissed the palm. She wasn’t certain if she could do this again. His brothers wore her out, but one look into those sexy eyes and the feel of his lips against her skin, and her pussy began to hum.
“You got my dick so hard, sugar, I’m going to come real fast,” he whispered as he leaned down and licked her folds. She moaned as she held his head between her legs and tried to maintain strength in her thighs. They were shaking.
“I don’t think I can, Remy. Please help me,” she begged, and he licked her one more time then pressed a finger to her cunt. In and out, she felt every sensation which started out burning then amazingly began to arouse her senses. He licked her belly, and she wished she had been wearing her belly ring. She wondered if they would like it. He kissed across her ribs then to her chest as he used his fingers to prepare her for his cock. She parted her thighs when he shifted, and they locked gazes.
“Are you okay?” he whispered, and she could see the sincerity as well as the need in his eyes.
She nodded at him and smiled, and as he cupped her cheek, she turned into it and closed her eyes.
“So passionate and so loving,” he told her then pressed his cock into her pussy slowly.
He took his time, holding her face between his hands. He kissed her slowly, making love to her mouth as he penetrated deeper and deeper. He was passionate and loving. She instantly felt her heart give in and knew he would never harm her. Each man was so different yet absolutely perfect for her.
“That good, chère?” he asked as he lifted his hands from her face and placed one hand above where her shoulder was and one hand under her arm near her side to hold himself above her.
“You belong to us now, baby,” he whispered then thrust his hips. He pulled back and held her gaze then thrust forward again.
“No other man ever, sugar, just we Lafont,” he said then thrust again.
“Yes, chère, you tell me yes,” he demanded in such a sexy and macho yet g
entle way it was breathtaking.
“Yes,” she panted. “Yes,” she repeated, and he thrust again.
He rolled to his back, taking her with him, causing her breasts to bounce and sway as she straddled his hips. He thrust upward, and she grabbed hold of his forearms to gain balance.
“Show me, chère. Show all of us,” he demanded, his green eyes filled with desire and mischief. She tossed her hair to one side and began to rise and lower her wet pussy up and down his shaft. Her hips swayed, and she heard the men chanting her name.
“That’s right, Angel. You ride him good baby,” Marcel whispered then ran a finger down her spine.
“I want to see these tits bounce, so fucking sexy,” Armand added then pulled a nipple and cupped a breast. He leaned down and licked the tip then nibbled on her flesh. Her pussy moistened, and her thrusts grew deeper and faster.
“I love this ass. So fucking tight,” Eloi said then pressed a thumb against her puckered hole. Her scream was hoarse, but she continued to ride Remy until he pulled her lower. He held a handful of her hair and turned her head so she could kiss him deeply.
“We’re all going to have you, Angel. Every part of you,” Remy said as Eloi swiped his thumb in between her thighs using her own cream that dripped from her soaking pussy to wet his finger. She moaned and heard the sloshing sound as she lifted up and down on Remy’s shaft. She was so damn wet she thought she sprung a leak. She wondered if this was normal and prayed that she would continue to feel this good. She looked into Remy’s eyes and noticed that his face looked tense and he clenched his teeth as he held her against his chest. Behind her, Eloi added to her already oversensitive body with his words and his touch.
“I think I changed my mind, chère. I think I’m going to be the one to fuck this ass first,” he said over her shoulder, his hot breath colliding with her sensitive skin as he pressed his thumb through the tight rings. The thought of any of their big, hard cocks fitting in there scared the life out of her yet turned her on beyond her own control. She screamed and thrust against his finger and Remy’s cock, unsure how she was even moving. Her muscles shook with exhaustion and excitement. She never thought about being with more than one man. She never felt so connected and so turned on with even one. She tried to pull up, but now Remy was thrusting up into her as Eloi was pressing another finger into her ass. It burned, and it excited her. She was on fire as she moved between the two of them, trying to get more of the sensation.
“Oh fuck, she likes it. She’s so fucking wet, bro,” Armand said out loud.
“This ass is mine,” Eloi stated then slapped her ass cheek, shocking her and sending her spiraling out of control. Her whole body trembled and shook as she exploded one final time before falling against Remy’s chest. She felt him thrust up once, then twice, before releasing his seed and holding her as she closed her eyes.
Angelique wasn’t sure how long they all lay there, and she didn’t care. She loved the feel of them touching her, caressing her body, and just lying there in silence. She lifted her head from Remy’s chest and caught him staring at her while he ran his fingers gently over the curve of her hip. She felt her cheeks burn from his stare. His eyes sparkled, and he had such a devilish expression on his face. She shyly used her hair to cover her breast as she leaned up on her elbow. She glanced over her shoulder, avoiding his stare, and locked gazes with Marcel.
“Hello, chère. Feeling good are you?” he asked then leaned forward to sniff her hair before twirling a thick ebony lock around his finger.
“So lovely you are,” he added then leaned forward to kiss her lips.
Remy pressed across her hip bone, causing her to fall back against the mattress so his brother could gain better access to Angelique’s mouth. They smiled as they began to play. As tender and tired as her body felt, it suddenly came alive again under Remy and Marcel’s touch. She glanced around them, realizing that Eloi and Armand were not there, and she felt a sudden jolt of insecurity. What the hell? One time having sex with four men and she was attached like that?
“Armand and Eloi will be back real soon. They’re getting a bath ready for you,” Marcel whispered before he licked her nipple. She heard the sound of her cell phone ringing from her purse. Quickly she jumped up and stopped them from continuing. They moved out of the way, appearing surprised at her sudden move. She crawled quickly from the bed, grabbing the first piece of clothing she saw. It was a men’s shirt. She pulled it on and rummaged through her purse to get the phone. The guys must have brought it up for her.
She turned away from them and looked at the caller ID. It was one of her best customers, a guy from California who liked to buy his wife lingerie. He ordered a lot of stuff, and it was a big sale. He was supposed to call yesterday but was in Venice on a business trip. Oh crap!
“I need to take this,” she told Marcel and Remy, but they were out of the bed staring at her with their arms crossed in front of their chests, looking suspicious. The phone continued to ring. If she didn’t answer it now, it would go to voice mail.
“Hello,” she answered it then looked through her bag for her pen and pad. She pulled it out as she made small talk with Michael Crisceone.
“Of course, Michael, I am doing fine, and how was Venice?” she asked as she looked around for privacy, but the only place not guarded by four large men was the balcony. She walked out and inhaled the warm night air.
“Yes, of course I have been waiting for your call. You know I love hearing from you,” she replied, and then she heard someone clear their throat and looked behind her to see Armand and Marcel. She mouthed the word “business” to them, but they didn’t look like they bought it.
She continued to answer Michael’s questions as he gave his lingerie order and she made her suggestions.
“You mean you like the thong I showed you in red? Perfect choice, and the accent beading was to your satisfaction?” she asked, basically trying to block out the murmured cursing and angry tones behind her. She was losing her patience with the men. She asked them to respect her privacy and they refused. So now they were listening to a one-sided conversation that probably sounded like some sexy booty call, and they looked about to grab the phone from her hand. She turned away from Armand’s grasp and scooted into the corner of the balcony.
“I’m sure your wife Lena will love it, Michael. All the items I will be making just for her. No woman will have another of its kind,” she stated as she held Armand’s gaze. He looked to his brothers as she continued to talk with Michael and write notes down on the pad she had. A few minutes later she ended the call, pleased that Michael ordered over a thousand dollars of merchandise as usual. But now she had four men to deal with.
“Who the hell is Michael, and what were you doing talking about thongs?” Armand asked with his arms crossed in front of his chest. She should have known what part of the conversation they would focus on. She released an exasperated sigh then walked past him and back to her bag. She placed her phone and the notepad inside, and before she could stand back up, Armand grabbed her hand and turned her toward him. Marcel and Remy stood naked with their arms crossed in front of their chests and their cocks erect. She swallowed hard just as Eloi walked out of the bathroom.
“Bath is ready,” he stated as he looked at each of their faces.
“Good,” Angelique replied and started walking toward the bathroom.
“Let her go, Armand. We’ll get to the bottom of this,” Remy stated.
“Get to the bottom of this? Did not you hear her conversation?” Armand replied.
“It’s okay, Remy. I think I get this situation just fine. I ask for privacy and for y’all to respect my business, yet you decide not to and eavesdrop on a private business call. I see how this works,” Angelique said then quickly headed into the bathroom. She closed the door on all four men.
* * * *
Armand felt as if his blood were boiling and his head were about to explode.
“Are you shitting me, Remy? You heard her call.
They were talking about thongs and panties.” Armand yelled.
“Who was talking about that?” Eloi asked as Marcel explained.
“What?” Eloi yelled then reached for the doorknob.
“Wait!” Remy ordered, and Eloi raised his eyebrow and shot a look at his brother.
“Just hear me out now. She’s right. She asked for privacy and we obliged,” Remy stated.
“That was before today. Before I sank my cock in deep to her and made her part of me,” Armand replied.
Remy exhaled then ran his hand through his hair.
“She asked for her privacy. If this relationship is going to work, then we need to respect her,” Remy the man with reason added.
“I respect her, but I also want to know whom she was speaking to on that phone about thongs,” Armand replied.
“You better tread carefully because she got a past that says some man hurt her, maybe even controlled her. There’s a lot to learn about our woman, and ruffling feathers isn’t a smart thing to do,” Remy said.
“Yeah, he’s right. Especially if we want to get close to her and make love to her and gain her trust,” Marcel added.
“Maybe we’re the ones with issues about trust,” Eloi said then opened the bathroom door before Armand did.
* * * *
Angelique sat in the hot bubble bath and absorbed the magnificent bathroom. It was like nothing she had ever seen before, even in some of those fancy magazines she looked at every now and again.
She let the warmth soothe her aching muscles despite the fear and upset she felt inside her. The men had really pissed her off and especially Armand and his blatant show of disrespect for her privacy. How could she explain to them that she wasn’t ready to discuss her business with them? It seemed like they wanted to know everything about her instantly and turn her into whatever they wanted. She released an annoyed sigh as she started soaping up her body. She heard the door creak open, and she wondered which brother decided to confront her first. More than likely they would dominate and try to inform her that she needed to listen to them and do as they said or else. She swallowed hard, and the tears reached her eyes. They weren’t like her ex. They wouldn’t do that. She felt that uneasy feeling inside and tightness in her chest. She closed her eyes.
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