Claimed by the Trillionaires (Menage for Mankind Book 5) by Ella Mansfield Page A

desperately wanting to be closer to him.  She wanted him to become a permanent part of her body, his cock always moving inside her.  But would that diminish the pleasure moments like this brought?
    Brice looked deeply into her eyes as he rained kisses over her face, stroking her long curtain of hair back.  "You are perfect in every way.  Do you know that, sweetheart?"
    Sarah couldn't believe he'd even suggest such a thing.  She blushed deeply.  "No, I'm far from perfect."  How could he think she was perfect when she carried so much extra weight?
    "There's not a woman alive I'd rather be with than you.  That any of us would rather be with.  You're perfect to us."  He cut off any protest she would make to that with a long slow kiss.  Reaching down, he stroked her clit, hoping he could bring her to climax before he reached it himself.  He'd been living in a sexual paradise, and she'd left him without for many hours.  He was ready to explode already.
    As soon as his fingers rubbed her clitoris, Sarah started panting against his lips.  She could feel her climax building deep within her.  She moaned, dragging her mouth away from his.  "That's it!  Yes!" she screamed. 
    Brice let go as soon as she clenched around him, burying his face in her neck.  His loud groan joined her scream of climax. 
    Neither of them noticed that Franklin was silently watching from the open doorway.

Chapter Twelve
     
     
     
    Sarah slept late on Tuesday morning, not in a huge hurry to spend the day alone with Houston.  It wasn't that she disliked him, he just seemed to be lacking a personality to her.  She did wish he would spend more time concentrating on her physical needs when they were together.  He was the only one of her four husbands who ever left her hanging, so to speak.
    The men had only each taken her once the evening before, because they were worried about how sore she'd been that morning, and she was thankful.  She was still sore, but the bath and the special salts cleared it right up. 
    She put on her robe and wandered out into the living area, looking for Houston.  She found him in the living room, a pocket computer on his lap, and he was talking rapidly to it.  When he saw her, he said, "Save and close."
    "Saving and closing," came a computerized voice.
    "You didn't have to shut down for me."  Sarah walked to him and kissed his cheek, not knowing what he'd expect from her.
    Houston caught her about the waist and pulled her down onto his lap.  "You still sore?" he asked, concerned.
    Sarah shook her head.  "I woke up sore, but I took a bath with the salts Trystan left for me, and I'm doing a lot better today."
    Houston caught one of her legs and moved it so she was straddling him.  "I'm so glad to hear that."  He felt badly for the way he was never able to last long enough to keep her happy, so he'd masturbated twice already that morning, and then taken a 'stay-up,' which was a pill men used when they were given to premature ejaculation.  He hated having to use it, but he was going to let her finish first when they had a day alone together if it killed him.  His wife would be sexually satisfied by him.
    Sarah grinned as she felt his cock pressing up at her through the thin fabric of the lounging pants he wore.  She reached down and stroked him.  "Someone's happy to see me," she said, before sinking down into his kiss.  She wrapped her fingers around his hard length. She knew it wouldn't be a good sexual experience for her, but she also knew she had RoboDick to fall back on.
    Houston reached down and removed her hand so he could adjust his pants, freeing his cock to her sweet touch.  He reached between her thighs and slid a finger into her already wet pussy.  "Are you ever dry?" he asked against her lips.
    Sarah blushed and shook her head.  "I don't think I am."
    He laughed softly.  "Well, I think that will keep four men very happy for years to come."  He caught her hips and pulled her toward him,