Bound with Honor by Megan Mulry

Author:Megan Mulry [Mulry, Megan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Published: 2015-06-24T16:00:00+00:00

Of course Selina had been shocked when she first saw Archie bent over the table and being fucked from behind like a common serving wench. But dear God, how fantastically erotic! Of course she should have told him what a terrible hypocrite he was for making her feel like such a hussy when he’d happened upon her with Constance, but none of that mattered anymore. The man was an angel. She could feel the tension coiling in every muscle of his body while her mouth hummed with pleasure around his cock. The scent of the two men together made her breasts swell with longing, her pussy throb in time with Archie’s thrusts. Or were they Christopher’s thrusts?

Bless Mr. Christopher Joseph. Her fingertips trailed around Archie’s exquisitely firm hip and touched the other man’s thigh when he slammed into Archie. Christopher wove his fingers together with hers and pressed their joined hands against Archie.

“We’ve got you.” Christopher voice was low and clear against Archie’s ear, but loud enough for her to hear. She sucked harder and pulled deeper, not caring that her breath was short and her head light. She wanted Archie to feel the power of what the three of them had, the beauty of it, free of any of his misconceptions about propriety or what was supposed to constitute right or wrong. Archie’s hands were tight in her hair and she began to weep from a combination of joy and pain, the coiled heat of everything—emotional and physical—that was about to be released.

Christopher’s movements finally became jerky and erratic and his hand pressed hers even harder into Archie’s flesh. There would be bruises on him; the idea pleased her. She whimpered, or cried, or moaned around Archie’s cock and then dragged her fingernails roughly down his hair-dusted abdomen.

When he thrust into her with a final victorious groan, she felt the hot jet at the back of her throat and her own body responded instantly. She hadn’t touched herself in the past two weeks and—with the combination of Archie’s joy and the presence of the domineering Christopher and her stockinged heel rubbing against her clit—her orgasm exploded in a quick sharp flare of ecstasy.

She kept licking and tasting Archie as his cock softened, afraid to part from him in this heightened state; she dreaded the reappearance of another postcoital, penitent Archibald Cambury. Finally, licking him clean to her satisfaction, including the underside of his heavy cock and the sensitive balls beneath, she kissed him one last time and then, filled with trepidation, looked up to see which Archie awaited her.

“See, Archie?” Christopher still held his friend in place. “She likes you anyway . . . even though you’re such a dirty boy.”

She smiled at Christopher, then, more tenderly, at Archie. She stayed there resting on her heels, liking the way it made her feel, as if she were Archie’s loyal pet; she realized she liked worshipping him. In fact, she loved it. She loved him.

Her heart pounded anew when the depth of her feelings crashed through her.

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