Shannon's Fairy-Tale Foursome by Mia Ashlinn Page B

down. The slow, methodical way his hand moved aroused her as much as it relaxed.
    Clenching her thighs together, she prayed for the ache in her pussy to go away. She couldn’t fuck them without Drew. She wouldn’t. No. No. No. This wasn’t going anywhere, at least, not tonight and not until Drew was with them. Yeah, keep telling yourself that, sister.
    Without thinking of the consequences, she squirmed in Jared’s lap.
    The cock pressed against her ass jumped, and Jared growled. “God. Shannon, don’t move. I am trying to be sensitive to your feelings. Keep that up, and I won’t stop until I’m between your sexy legs. Fuck sensitivity.”
    She froze and so did Randy. His hand halted midback, and he leaned closer to her, whispering wickedly, “Keep that up, baby doll. Be a bad girl and give us a reason to stop being the considerate gentlemen.”
    Whipping her head around, she peered at Randy. The sensual promise in his heavy-lidded, blue eyes drew her in, making her hormones override her good intentions. She trembled, her body vibrating with the need to be closer to his. “I’m tired of being well behaved. Can’t I be bad for just a little while?”
    “Hell yeah, you can,” Randy replied with a roguish grin.
    Jared groaned, clasping her waist and rotating her body around until she faced him. He kissed her fiercely. “You can be anything you want to be, princess.”
    You might live to regret telling me that, Prince Charming.
    “I like the way you think,” Shannon told Jared with a laugh. She attempted to swing a leg over his lap so she could straddle him but failed miserably when her formfitting dress hindered her mobility. Aggravated, she cursed, “Fuck a duck.”
    In her mind, she ran through ways to fix her predicament, but she wasn’t fast enough. Jared, who had apparently lost his patience, grasped the hem of her dress and ripped. The seam broke loose and split halfway up the side. He tugged mightily and did away with the entire bottom portion of her dress, leaving her black thong playing peekaboo with the remnants.
    Without the fabric covering her bottom half, her nearly bare pussy came into direct contact with the ridge of Jared’s steely cock, and she went into overdrive. She ground her soaking wet cunt against his crotch as she forgot sanity and reality, control and restraint. In that moment, she didn’t know who or where she was. All that she knew, all that mattered, was the feel of his cock and the needs of her pussy.
    Jared’s hands cupped her bare ass cheeks, kneading the globes erotically. Exquisite pleasure shot through her pussy, drawing a surge of juices from her cunt. With nowhere to go, the moisture flowed from her to him, making a wet spot on his jeans. She should probably feel some semblance of embarrassment, but she had none.
    Savoring the feel of his cock against her pussy, her grinding grew more erratic, more pronounced. She rocked her hips, rubbing him pelvis to pelvis with a voracity that both astounded and appalled her. Like a possessed demoness, she rode him with a single goal—to conquer.
    Jared answered her call for mastery, relinquishing control to her. Alpha or not, her men would always give her what she craved and, for the moment, that was control. She had to prove to herself fucking wasn’t dirty and having an orgasm didn’t make her a whore.
    Randy groaned. “Fuck, woman. You’re a sexy little firecracker.” He dropped to the living room floor then moved in behind the spot where she straddled Jared. Placing his rugged hand on her back, he pushed her toward Jared, positioning her the way he wanted.
    Smashed chest to chest with Jared on the couch, Shannon’s nipples beaded behind the fitted bodice of her dress. With each downward grind of her pelvis, her breasts bounced, the sensitive peaks nearly painful as they rubbed the fabric against his brawny chest. Cursing the clothes separating them, she pulled back enough to jerk her strapless dress down, revealing her