Woman on Top [McQueen Was My Valley 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Karen Mercury Page B

emitted a series of ladylike little gasps and hisses while jerking her naked hips against Adrian’s chest. He could feel the delightful little triangle of near-black fur that perched atop her waxed pussy, and he couldn’t resist snaking a hand down her abdomen to tangle his fingers in her pelt.
    “Adrian,” she said in a strangled, high-pitched voice, “Lick me, love me, eat me! I don’t care what you do to me. I’m yours!”
    That inflamed Adrian, that frantic “I’m yours!” This woman had given herself so freely to him when she knew next to nothing about him. She had no idea that his unit’s “peacekeeping” skills were sometimes employed with fatal results when it involved retrieving stolen antiquities. Not only was Adrian trained to appraise the authenticity of Qing Dynasty jade and Homer paintings, he was authorized to use deadly force to get them back for his country, if anyone got in his way, basically. As a private contractor, he wasn’t subject to the Uniform Code of Military Justice. Adrian had once kneecapped a guy in Cyprus because he wouldn’t give him a packet of George Washington’s letters.
    Life was rough in The Circuit, the private military contractor industry. He usually just told people he was an art appraiser.
    So, riled beyond belief, he slurped his way down her rib cage while his fingers strayed to her bulging clitoris. He felt the silky pubic hair give entrance to the slick button that was her clit. Now she clutched his head to her breast almost painfully, as though she wanted to explode his brain between her hands, and her hips shuddered with craving. Gabriel had nowhere to go but to resume his position on the couch behind Adrian. He fumbled with the buttons of Adrian’s 501s while kneeling behind him, murmuring words of encouragement.
    “That’s it, Adrian. Bury your face in her pretty little muff. See how she’s made a neat, tiny triangle by waxing the hair? Isn’t it pretty? Just as pretty as the rest of her.”
    By contrast, Brooke wiggled and growled deeply like an angry animal. “Yes, bury your face, Adrian. I want to feel your nose against my clit. I want to feel your tongue licking me to oblivion. Eat me, Adrian. Eat me!”
    That was all it took for Adrian to dive face-first into her pretty little pussy, lapping away like a cat at a bowl of milk. Her clitoris quivered and elongated as he lapped up a few droplets of sweet juice. Brooke shut up as she dug her fingers into Adrian’s grown-out buzz cut. It felt as though she broke the skin of his scalp in her clutching at his head, but Adrian didn’t let up his lapping for one split second. I’ll show her. Gabriel may have a very talented mouth, but no one can love a sweet pussy better than me.
    The trickle of juice between her labia now gushed down into the seam of her ass, and Adrian added two of his longest fingers to the mix, sliding them up her slick channel without missing a beat with his tongue. Meanwhile, Gabriel hunched over him, his dick in his clutching fist. Gabriel probably knew well enough that it was too soon to mount him, if indeed Adrian would ever be ready for such an assault. But Gabriel knew Adrian would be ready for an object—not his shiny baton this time, but something pliable and rubbery—to be carefully inserted only a couple of inches up his ass. When Gabriel jiggled the thing around, it stiffened Adrian’s cock to the verge of orgasm. For the half beat that his tongue skipped in lapping at the protruding clitoris, Brooke repaid him by yanking on his hair.
    “Don’t stop!” she wailed, shoving the bud of her clitoris into his mouth.
    Swiftly he found his place, determined not to be lax again, but when Gabriel’s clutching hand squeezed his prick while simultaneously jiggling that toy up inside his rectum, he was nearly driven over the edge. The tip of his penis squeezed out several drops of seed, which Gabriel smeared around the glans with his thumb, and it was becoming increasingly