Free Beauty Blooming [Bonding Camp 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Christelle Mirin Page A

pulsing through her. Her cunt spasmed, her muscles clutching at the cock inside it, milking it. Her arms weakened with the force of it and she began to shake. She shoved back against Joe, wanting his cock even deeper. That little bit of pain caused by Joe yanking her hair had set her off. She panted, sweat slicking her body. Joe let go of her hair, and she dropped her head, breathing hard. Suddenly there was no one behind her. Joe had moved back and gotten to his feet.
    Rachel rested her forehead on the mat, lowering herself down to lean on her elbows, her ass still in the air. She was completely heated inside, her blood pumping hard through her veins.
    “Jesus,” Joe said, above her. “It’s going to take a bit for me to be able to go again.”
    “Me, too. Damn nice mouth she has,” Justice said. “Joe, what would you like to do in the meantime?”
    “Well, Rodgers looks like he could use some relief, and I’d sure like to watch from the front. I’d like to see Rodgers fuck her.”
    Rachel turned her head, laying her cheek on her hands. She wet her lips then smiled.
    “I’d be glad to oblige,” Rodgers said.
    Rachel heard some movement, and then Rodgers dropped down behind her. He reached between her legs and rubbed his fingers over her creamy crotch. “Nice and wet,” he said lowly. Spreading her labia, he took her swollen clit between his thumb and forefinger and began to stroke it, tugging at it.
    A shudder ran through her, and her cunt clenched. “Mmm,” she groaned. If he kept that up, she’d come in another five seconds.
    “Raise up, Rachel,” Joe said from in front of her. “I want to see your face.”
    Rodgers gave her clit one last stroke then stopped. He slapped her ass sharply. “You heard him. Raise yourself up.”
    The slap felt like being branded with a hot iron. And it felt wonderful. She pushed with her hands, bringing her upper body off the mat. Joe was crouched down in front of her. He met her gaze. “Damn, I love you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
    Rodgers slid his dick into her pussy slowly as emotion flooded through her. Joe loved her. She was in pure heaven. She pushed back against Rodgers, wanting all of him, while her eyes were trained on the man she wanted to commit to.
    Rodgers thrust once, twice and then pulled out. “I’ve got something else in mind.”
    Rachel whined, her pussy quivering. She wanted to be fucked. Now.
    Rodgers slid two fingers into her cunt, swirling them around and then pulled them out. She felt him spread the cheeks of her ass with one hand and then slathered her juices into the cleft of her ass. Before she knew what was happening, Rodgers inserted a finger into her ass, pushing past her resistance.
    “Oh my,” she groaned, her breath coming sharply. “Mmm…” She’d never felt such rich, sweet pain, but she had a feeling it would soon become more intense. Her nipples tightened, her fingers curled, waiting for what was sure to happen next.
    Rodgers finger-fucked her ass, adding another finger, then another, stretching her. She was panting through her mouth now, still gazing at Joe. Joe was watching her face intently.
    “I think you’re ready,” Rodgers said.
    Two seconds later, Rachel felt his cock pressing against her anal opening. Then he was inside.
    “Ohhh…” she groaned as Rodgers slid into her forbidden passage. Sparks of pain shattered her spine, mingling with waves of pleasure rolling over her. Pleasure-pain was her new favorite thing. “Oh yeah,” she breathed when Rodgers buried himself to the hilt.
    “God you’re beautiful,” Joe said, settling down in front of her, crossing his legs.
    She smiled at him, wishing he’d touch her. Arching her neck, she gave him a full view of her breasts. “Touch me,” she said.
    Rodgers pulled partway out of her ass and then, with one hand pressing down on the small of her back, he began to fuck her. His movements were slow and controlled and continuous.
    Rachel began to