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Dark Desire in Elk's Crossing [Sequel to Ecstasy in Elk's Crossing] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Robin Gideon Page A
Authors: Robin Gideon
Tags: Romance
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standing position. “I cannot believe what I just let happen.”
“Let’s go inside,” Joshua said from behind her. “I think we all need a drink and to make some sense out of what just happened.”
Annika tried to pull up her slacks and only then remembered that her panties were wrapped tightly around her thighs.
“Let me help,” Sven said, getting down on his knees in front of her.
“Me, too,” Joshua said as he sank to his knees behind Annika.
Annika closed her eyes as she felt the two men working together to unknot her panties. In a whisper, she said, “Isn’t that how this whole thing got started?”
* * * *
Sven sat on the edge of the mattress in the guest bedroom and looked at his reflection in the mirror over the chest-of-drawers. He was simultaneously overjoyed at having made love with Annika and endlessly miserable that he’d fucked her.
So what had he done? Made love with Annika, or fucked her like some Viking would, taking the vanquished woman however he wanted? What made this question even more tormenting for him was that the only person who could rationally have a valid opinion was Annika. Whether Sven felt he had made love to her or fucked her wasn’t a part of the equation. Not having a vote in the decision made him feel powerless, and that was a sensation that never sat easily on his broad shoulders.
He closed his eyes, and in his mind’s eye, he saw Annika as clearly as if he was looking at a photograph. He saw the expression of fear-laced desire on her face and the erotic rise and fall of her luxurious breasts. He saw Joshua’s enormous hands surrounding her wrists, holding her arms outstretched. He saw the rounded curve of her naked hips and the small triangle of hair above her pussy. The sensation of feeling Annika’s body opening for him, the delicate lips of her pussy separating to accept him, was one he knew he’d never forget.
Sven had pleasured himself with more women than he could count or remember, but he’d always remember precisely what it had felt like to thrust the entire length of his cock into Annika’s slick, receptive pussy that very first time.
He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it onto a nearby chair. A shower is what he needed.
As he headed for the bathroom off the guest bedroom, Sven wondered what Annika thought of him now.
* * * *
Joshua put his head under the shower stream and felt the shampoo getting rinsed out of his long, thick hair. He had already soaped up his body three times in an effort to feel truly clean.
The evening’s activities kept playing over and over again in his head like a movie projector from hell. While it was undeniably true that Joshua had enjoyed several ménage à trois encounters in his life, he was always the only man with two women. And it was also true that women had made love with Joshua and then slept with one of his friends later in the evening. But Joshua himself had never accepted what he derisively thought of as “sloppy seconds.”
But he’d done precisely that earlier in the evening. Why? What was it about Annika that made him put aside many long-held beliefs, just so that he could feel the passion she was willing to share?
And what was it about Sven that made Joshua willing to hold Annika by the wrists in quasi-bondage just so the big Norwegian had unrestricted access to her body? Joshua remembered vividly the shockingly erotic sensation of holding Annika’s arms out as she was slammed back against him each time Sven thrust into her. The pounding that Joshua had taken against the corral fence had put a lusty fire in his veins that made it impossible for him to not bend Annika over at the waist to have his wanton way with her.
With his body and hair rinsed clean, Joshua turned off the shower, grabbed a thick, terry towel from the rack, and muttered under his breath, “Whiskey. I need a nightcap.”
* * * *
I must have had a gallon of cum inside me.
The thought made Annika shiver as
“Let’s go inside,” Joshua said from behind her. “I think we all need a drink and to make some sense out of what just happened.”
Annika tried to pull up her slacks and only then remembered that her panties were wrapped tightly around her thighs.
“Let me help,” Sven said, getting down on his knees in front of her.
“Me, too,” Joshua said as he sank to his knees behind Annika.
Annika closed her eyes as she felt the two men working together to unknot her panties. In a whisper, she said, “Isn’t that how this whole thing got started?”
* * * *
Sven sat on the edge of the mattress in the guest bedroom and looked at his reflection in the mirror over the chest-of-drawers. He was simultaneously overjoyed at having made love with Annika and endlessly miserable that he’d fucked her.
So what had he done? Made love with Annika, or fucked her like some Viking would, taking the vanquished woman however he wanted? What made this question even more tormenting for him was that the only person who could rationally have a valid opinion was Annika. Whether Sven felt he had made love to her or fucked her wasn’t a part of the equation. Not having a vote in the decision made him feel powerless, and that was a sensation that never sat easily on his broad shoulders.
He closed his eyes, and in his mind’s eye, he saw Annika as clearly as if he was looking at a photograph. He saw the expression of fear-laced desire on her face and the erotic rise and fall of her luxurious breasts. He saw Joshua’s enormous hands surrounding her wrists, holding her arms outstretched. He saw the rounded curve of her naked hips and the small triangle of hair above her pussy. The sensation of feeling Annika’s body opening for him, the delicate lips of her pussy separating to accept him, was one he knew he’d never forget.
Sven had pleasured himself with more women than he could count or remember, but he’d always remember precisely what it had felt like to thrust the entire length of his cock into Annika’s slick, receptive pussy that very first time.
He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it onto a nearby chair. A shower is what he needed.
As he headed for the bathroom off the guest bedroom, Sven wondered what Annika thought of him now.
* * * *
Joshua put his head under the shower stream and felt the shampoo getting rinsed out of his long, thick hair. He had already soaped up his body three times in an effort to feel truly clean.
The evening’s activities kept playing over and over again in his head like a movie projector from hell. While it was undeniably true that Joshua had enjoyed several ménage à trois encounters in his life, he was always the only man with two women. And it was also true that women had made love with Joshua and then slept with one of his friends later in the evening. But Joshua himself had never accepted what he derisively thought of as “sloppy seconds.”
But he’d done precisely that earlier in the evening. Why? What was it about Annika that made him put aside many long-held beliefs, just so that he could feel the passion she was willing to share?
And what was it about Sven that made Joshua willing to hold Annika by the wrists in quasi-bondage just so the big Norwegian had unrestricted access to her body? Joshua remembered vividly the shockingly erotic sensation of holding Annika’s arms out as she was slammed back against him each time Sven thrust into her. The pounding that Joshua had taken against the corral fence had put a lusty fire in his veins that made it impossible for him to not bend Annika over at the waist to have his wanton way with her.
With his body and hair rinsed clean, Joshua turned off the shower, grabbed a thick, terry towel from the rack, and muttered under his breath, “Whiskey. I need a nightcap.”
* * * *
I must have had a gallon of cum inside me.
The thought made Annika shiver as
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