Men of Fortune 1: Derek by Sienna Matthews Page B

had chosen his
cousin. Again. Only this time, the pain was worse. Because he’d
given his heart and soul to her. Because he’d loved her.
    His misery and fury was such that he hadn’t
registered Adam’s foolish grin, and his disbelieving mind couldn’t
understand her when she’d said she rejected Adam. Yet, his hopeful
heart wanted to jump on her words, take them as true, despite
evidence to the contrary. As reflex, he’d looked to Adam, and only
when his cousin had given confirmation that his mind had accepted
it.
    And when it did, relief had overwhelmed him.
Relief and love and…freedom.
    Carly’s moaning cries of delight brought him
back to the present. “Harder. Fuck me harder…Yes, ram those cocks
in me! Ah…”
    His eyes focused to see his wife being
thoroughly pleasured, as Adam and Matthias thrust and withdrew in
counterpoint. His cock hardened further as he watched, his
breathing quickening in tandem to their pace, which increased as
they found their rhythm, their movements a study in grace. And
Carly—he couldn’t take his eyes from her—his beautiful wife took it
all, her body absorbing their fierce invasion, welcoming their
desperate plunges.
    Matthias captured a breast in his mouth, and
Carly threw back her head and opened her mouth for a scream, in
time to have Oliver thrust his cock into her mouth. She accepted
him, her mouth slacking as she allowed him to guide her head, his
hand buried in her hair.
    The view held Derek immobile, mindless. Only
his physical senses worked as he soaked up the perfect vision of
Carly being penetrated on all three holes by men he loved and
trusted. Desire raged in him, lust overtook him. He wanted to bury
his cock in her and rut until ecstasy swamped them both. Then do it
all over again. And again. Until neither of them could walk.
    He shuddered at the anticipation, at the
need that swelled and surged in him. The small sliver of his mind
that he still controlled took rein and held him in check.
    Soon , he promised himself. Soon.
    Fortunately for his raging lusts, it wasn’t
long before the quartet was shouting and screaming their release,
their bodies shuddering and jerking together in a climax that
seemed never-ending. And when Carly’s mouth filled with Oliver’s
cum, it was too much.
    Derek sprang up and strode toward them,
determined to claim his wife and have his wicked way with her.
    “Oh my God, you guys are overwhelming,” she
gasped after she swallowed the gunk Oliver had shot into her mouth.
A trickle slipped out the corner of her mouth, and he had a sudden
urge to kiss her, to share that cum with her. “I’ve never
experienced so much pleasure, so…God!” she groaned. “I think I
could get addicted. I am addicted. How’d you like to do this
everyday?”
    Derek froze in mid-step, feeling his world
shatter. It was happening once again. He’d rejoiced too soon
earlier. Ice coated around his heart and everything around him
seemed frozen as well. He should be numb, but he could feel a
sinking despair that he’d lost.
    Having tasted his cousins’ cocks, she was
reverting true to form like the other women. Of course size
mattered. Who’d want his six inches when she could have eight or
nine? Or when she could have Nathan’s cock to stretch her to the
point of so much pain that it turned to pleasure?
    His cousins had fucked her well.
    Carly…glowed. With confidence. Still wrapped
in his cousins’ arms, their cocks in her, she was delectable.
Irresistible.
    He had no doubt his little experiment
worked. Before, she wouldn’t have blurted out that telling
question. Now, she asked with every expectation of being
indulged.
    His cousins had all turned to stone,
too.
    Only Carly seemed oblivious. She giggled as
the men withdrew from her and helped her to stand. “Aw, don’t
worry. I’m not going to cramp your style.” She must’ve noticed
their silence. “I’m sure you don’t want to be fucking me everyday when you
could have any woman you