A Desconian Marriage of Convenience (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Rachel Clark Page B

their guests. He decided to sweeten the deal by pushing his fingers through her pussy lips over and over. Her knees wobbled and she clung to him, moaning softly as her instinct to have him inside her took over, her hips thrusting forward, seeking a deeper penetration.
    “I need to be inside you,” Baylen whispered as he pushed his fingers up into her wet pussy.
    “I need that, too,” she confessed on a groan as he lifted her off the ground and pressed her against the wall. He thrust into her slowly, his cock growing harder as her slick muscles caressed him. She gasped softly.
    Fuck . He already wanted to come. He hadn’t expected being inside her to affect him this way. He wasn’t used to being in charge. He wasn’t used to leading the way. But goddess help him, he wasn’t going to let his mubella down.
    He wrapped his hands tighter around her ass cheeks, moving his fingers until he could press against the sensitive puckered muscles of her anus. She jolted at the first touch, lifting slightly, moaning when he crammed his cock back into her even harder.
    “Lean forward,” he ordered, suddenly understanding the appeal of being in charge. She did as he asked, draping her upper body over his as he moved them away from the hard wall. He lifted her up, controlling her movement, pulling his cock from her pussy for only a moment before slamming back in. He touched her anus again, his fingers caressing the sensitive skin as she shook in his arms. He held her tight against him as he pushed the tip of his finger into her back passage. She moaned, her body shaking deliciously as he wiggled his finger into her ass.
    “That’s it, Jen,” he said as her orgasm began. He could feel her pussy gripping him tighter, her loss of control stealing his own. He wanted to move back to the wall, unable to rein in his need, desperate to come inside her. He lifted her again and again, slamming his cock into her pussy, trying desperately not to hurt her. He almost cried out in relief when Tosh came into the bathroom. He leaned against the wall, cradling Jen in his embrace, protecting her from the hard surface and Baylen’s desperate need.
    “That sounded like a beautiful orgasm,” he said to them both, “but I missed seeing it.” He pushed his hand between them, caressing her clit and Baylen’s cock as his pace increased and his sanity snapped. He pounded into her like a madman, pushing her against Tosh again and again as they both began to orgasm. Jenelle shook between them, her keening cry bouncing off the tiles and setting his own body ablaze. Cum burst from his cock, his knees shaking as his orgasm went on and on.
    But Tosh held them both safe, reaching for Baylen as well when it seemed his legs no longer worked. Jenelle rested her head against Tosh’s collarbone, her eyes half closed, the smile on her face that of a woman deeply satisfied.
    Tosh gave him a loving smile. “We’ve decided to go out for dinner. I actually came in to ask what to do about the food you already cooked.”
    It took a few moments for Tosh’s words to make sense in his head, but then Baylen nodded. “It’ll keep if I freeze it.” He carefully stepped away from Jenelle, his spent cock falling from her pussy, his seed dribbling down her thighs as he watched. The sense of satisfaction it gave him was strange, kind of like he’d marked her as his. It was sad that their joining would never create a child, but it was the woman herself who held him captivated.
    He stepped back into the stream of water, washing himself down quickly as Tosh helped Jenelle. She was still shaking when the computer cycled to the drying phase.
    “Are you okay, sweetie?” Baylen asked, his heart welling with love as she gave him a warm smile.
    “Very okay.”

Chapter Eleven
     
    Dinner was an interesting experience. Jax, Tosh, and Baylen had offered to take her out to a Desconian restaurant before, but she’d always managed to wriggle out of it. Tonight, however, it would