Free CarnalTakeover by Tina Donahue

the cocktail table, they unbuttoned their jeans. Junior was already
ahead of them, unzipping his fly.
     
    Daniel figured he didn’t have to explain what he’d meant by
her eating.
    Alexandra’s arched eyebrows said she’d already guessed. She
turned to him and appeared even more surprised that he wasn’t taking off his
clothes.
    Junior’s jeans fell to his ankles with a brief whack. Nat’s
followed.
    Ignoring the noise, she frowned at Daniel. “Why aren’t you
getting undressed?”
    He pushed out of the chair. “You’re going to do that for
me.”
    Red’s jeans hit the floor.
    If Alexandra was curious about his or the others’ state of
undress, she didn’t bother to check it out. Her attention remained on Daniel.
Just as he craved.
    She released the top button on his shirt.
    “My jeans first,” he ordered.
    Her hands wavered in the air for a moment, then dropped to
his belt. He was the only one who’d worn one tonight. Given how she stroked the
leather and her deep blush, Daniel could guess what she was thinking. Her ass
exposed to him, lifted in supplication, ready for punishment.
    Not now. Later.
    He cupped her breast and drew his thumb over her nipple. Her
skin was so fucking soft, he had to lock his knees to keep his balance. Didn’t
do shit for his dizziness. Touching her was pure euphoria, the same as feeling
the weight of her on his lap, and seeing her as she was now. Nude, her hair
hanging free, a rosy tint heightening the beauty of her creamy skin. Damn.
Daniel hadn’t experienced delight like this since he was a kid when he’d
discovered something new and wonderful.
    Somehow, Alexandra kept doing that to him. Her tats and
smooth cunt continued to stun. He couldn’t get enough of them.
    On a breathy sigh, she tilted her face to his. Plainly
expecting a kiss. He didn’t grant it, opting for restraint. What had never
failed him in the past. “On your knees.”
    Surprise, then a hint of rebellion chased away her previous
yearning.
    He touched the tip of his nose to hers. “Now. Don’t make me
tell you again.”
    Her jaw tightened, as though she was finally ready to fight.
What he’d hoped for earlier before he got too involved in the wonder of this.
Now he wanted her compliance. Hell, he demanded it.
    To that end, he didn’t budge. Drawing this out. Seeing how
it would end.
    Alexandra breathed hard for a moment, then sank to the
floor, holding onto him as she did so, her hands sliding from his torso to his
waist to his ass. Leaving a path of heat that burned through him. With her face
on a level with his cock, she couldn’t help but notice how hard he was. A
matter Daniel couldn’t control. Hell, he didn’t want to.
    She cupped his ass. It flexed beneath her fingers.
    Alexandra squeezed his right cheek once more, then looked
over at Nat pulling her hair off her shoulders, again exposing her breasts. Her
attention zipped up and down Nat’s big, black body and equally dark shaft. Only
the plump head was a slightly lighter shade than the rest of him.
    Red joined them, the hair on his groin more brick-colored
than ginger, his rod almost as long as Nat’s, though a shade wider.
    Junior padded closer, his erect dong not nearly as big as
what he’d bragged about, but definitely on a par with the other two. Of them,
only he had chest hair. He puffed up like a damn cock of the roost, as though
his furred pecs and shaved head made him more macho. Superior.
    Daniel frowned.
    Like a good boy, Junior deflated immediately and went to one
knee on Alexandra’s left. Red remained on her right. Nat settled in back,
between her legs, brushing her hair aside, kissing her spine.
    Her lids fluttered.
    After a hesitant pause, Junior suckled her shoulder. Red
fondled her ass. A soft, feminine sound rushed past Alexandra’s lips. She
rested her forehead against Daniel’s belly, her quick breaths glancing over his
shirt, warming him even more. He didn’t move, waiting to see what she’d do.
Give into