Free Three Men and a Woman: Annabelle (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Rachel Billings

annoyed with her. “Straddle my knees,” he said. “Stay standing.”
    His knees were wide apart at the edge of the couch. She could barely manage it, having to crouch down a little to spread her legs that much. It left her pussy open to him.
    He used the bottle some more, rubbing the cold body of it against her clit and then fucking her with the neck. He wedged it in her cunt, tilting it back and drawing it forward at the same time. He brought her closer to him like that, so he only had to lift up a little to have his mouth on her clit.
    He sucked her in.
    Annabelle wavered, nearly collapsing onto him.
    He pushed the bottle into her, just a hot touch too hard. “I said, stay standing. Squeeze your tits for me.”
    She could barely keep to her feet, but she pinched her nipples, not holding back because she knew he watched. Meanwhile he worked her, the bottle fucking her, his mouth grinding against her clit. Beer splashed into her, adding a bit of cold sting.
    “Kevin,” she said, desperate.
    “Shut up and take it,” he said.
    It was almost more than she could do, holding herself upright over him while he brought her to a wicked orgasm. But like always, it ended with her rocking her pelvis to take more, begging him to fuck her harder.
    He had that evil glimmer on his face when she finished, still held up by the bottle in her cunt. He pushed at her with it until she took her own weight. Then he took the bottle out and drained it. “Good, puss. Now turn around. Same position. And get the lube from the table drawer.”
    There wasn’t a room in the place that didn’t have a stock of lube now. It was her job to keep the supply up—if they ran out, wherever there was an ass-fuck going on, well, her men didn’t necessarily hold back because of a little lack of lube. In the heat of things, she could enjoy the hot ream of it, too. But all in all, she’d learned to prepare.
    She handed it over, pretty sure her ass was going to get a beer fucking.
    “Bend over,” came the next instruction. “Put your hands on your knees.”
    She did, and she knew her ass was right there, at his mercy.
    He squirted lube into her then used his fingers to spread it around, readying her. He was teasing her, making her pant, when he spoke. “Are you ready, puss? Do you want it?”
    “Yes, Kev,” she responded. “Please.”
    “It’s gonna be the fat end, puss, not the neck.”
    “Oh, God,” she breathed. “No, Kev.” But there was a little shiver in that breath, a little wicked anticipation.
    “You can take it, puss.” She wasn’t sure, but he urged her on. “Bear down on it. Just like it’s my cock. Take it, puss.”
    It turned out she could. He worked it into her, stretching her like never before. She was so full she nearly squealed. He didn’t pump it into her, but just kind of wiggled it around in her, stimulating her taut nerves. The sounds she made as he went at her were anxious little screeches.
    Her breath was huffing out, moans and those screeches, when he reached under and clamped down on her clit.
    “That’s it, you cunt,” he said. “Fucking take it. And come. Come now.”
    She couldn’t help doing what he said. He screwed her ass, tugged at her clit, and drove her over. She spasmed in pleasure that was almost painful, her body wracking and then collapsing, still while the orgasm coursed through her.
    Without knowing how she got there, she was down on her knees, facing away from him. The bottle was gone from her ass, but she still felt the effects of that incredible stretch.
    “You know I haven’t gotten off yet, right, puss?”
    “Yes,” she said, though she was barely aware of what she was saying. “Yes, I know.”
    “You’re not done, then, are you?”
    “No,” she huffed out. “No, I’m not done.”
    Then he was behind her, pressing his cock into her pussy while the same thing was happening to some hapless woman on the TV. She had enough energy left to note smugly that porn woman wasn’t getting