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[Ménage and More: Erotic Western Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F with M/M, public exhibition, bondage, light spanking, sex toys, HEA]
Everything they thought they knew is blown away.
When Field Trueworthy blackmails riverboat captain Rushy Wakeman into partnering up, they’re unstoppable in their sleek steamer, El Dorado. Their rivalry turns into deep love, and with the addition of high-spirited hooker Calliope, the trio outraces and outwits every shyster on the river.
They contract with cold-blooded river magnate Soquel Haight to transport opium, as Field’s son back east is dying and they need money fast. Accidentally stumbling over a few dead bodies earns them the reputation of well-respected outlaws.
But their fondness for public displays of affection and dangerous riverboat racing puts them in Haight’s bad books. They can’t keep their hands off each other and are rocketing hell-bent into perilous waters. These three hustlers are being hustled themselves, and what they learn will turn their whole boat upside down.
A Siren Erotic Romance
ADULT EXCERPT
“Damn it all,” Rushy gasped. It was the most erotic scene of his life, lying spread-eagle in the sand like a woman, thighs gaping open to accept the prick of this athletic, virile man. He’d mounted plenty of strapping river boys, but he’d never allowed himself to be put in this subservient position that seemed so weak. Rushy now saw that this allegedly weak position actually was plumb full of power—the power to make such a robust man as Field helpless as a kitten with desire. “Mount me, you bastard. Ride me like the godamn man you are.”
At that, Field seemed to lose control. His eyelids fluttered as his eyes rolled up in his head. He shoved another few inches of his massive prick up Rushy’s channel. He laid his open, gasping mouth to Rushy’s throat as he humped him, his limp, elegant fingers speared through Rushy’s damp hair.
A piercing crack resounded nearby then, and Rushy’s eyes popped open to see a naked and dripping Calliope, who had apparently slapped Field’s rump. She had fallen down to the sand next to them and regarded them happily. “Son of a bitch!” she said in awe. “You two fuckers just can’t stay away from each other can you? Can’t say as I blame you. You are two handsome libertines. Wait, Field!” Another crack. That saucy bitch! Field stilled, shuddering and gasping, holding himself above Rushy. “You hold your godamn giant horses now, Field.” Crack. “Is this your aim, to tease me into frigging myself silly every night while you men have all the fun?”
“Shove your fingers up his ass,” Rushy suggested hoarsely. “Lick his big, meaty balls.”
Calliope chirped, “I’ll do no such thing. Doesn’t a girl get any satisfaction around here? I’ll show you men how it’s done.” And the brazen trollop straddled Rushy, placing both knees on either side of his shoulders, planting her cunt squarely down on his face!
Rushy had never had his face in a woman’s muff before. While experienced with the general anatomy of a woman, one simply didn’t bury one’s face in a hooker’s dripping mound. Who would pay for that smelly sensation? However, Calliope was clearly clean and primped, and Rushy found himself fascinated with the extension of her clitoris. He took a few experimental breaths and flicked out the tip of his tongue like a lizard.
“Oh!” she gasped. “Son of a bitch!”
She must have been silenced then by a kiss from Field above—Rushy couldn’t see, his nose being buried in her asshole while he lapped the length of her clitoris. He licked her the only way he knew, as though lapping at the most under-endowed male on the face of the continent. Steady, his tongue stiff like a finger, he lapped while Calliope mewled and bucked her hips against his face. He was gratified by a splash of honeyed pussy juices running over his chin.
“Oh, land’s sake, Field!” Calliope cried. “That’s good, isn’t it? Buried inside his tight asshole? Ride him, you big stallion. Fuck your big, muscular friend. Shoot your load inside that tight, sweet ass.”
Freshly invigorated by the urgings of his paramour, Field pumped Rushy almost urgently now. Each thrust of his slick cock made Rushy’s own cock twitch, and that minx Calliope slapped his erection then gripped it in her little fist and milked him with precision.
“Ah!” Rushy cried out involuntarily, instantly on the edge of spending his built-up load. Immediately Calliope slapped his prick, declaring, “Bad boy! Lick me, faster, faster! Eat my big, bulging clitoris! Suck on it!”
Rushy obliged. As Field’s penis swelled inside him, urgently rubbing that exquisite spot behind his pubic bone that brought him to the verge of orgasm, Rushy coordinated his devouring of Calliope’s cunt. Squirt after squirt of deliciously sweet juice flowed over his chin as he flicked his tongue the length of that bulging appendage. His sense of power inflated as he lapped, knowing he was bringing both Field and the experienced former hooker to the apex of their crises.
Calliope grabbed a handful of Rushy’s hair and demanded, “Suck it like it’s a penis, Rushy! You’re good at that. Suck it like it’s a little tiny cock and you want me to erupt all over your face.”
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Karen Mercury
I can't wait to read this book!
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