Free Possess Me by R.G. Alexander Page A

gaze. If sadness wasn’t the way, that meant there had to be another. A way to get Rousseau out of his father’s debt to the Loa. A way to satisfy Bone Daddy. Just like the old man had said.
    He sent a look of surprise her way, then his smile widened. “No more stories. You’ve had enough time to recover, cher . Are you ready for round two?”

CHAPTER 7

    THE TWO MEN SHARED A SPEAKING GLANCE, AND BEN GOT to his knees. “Turn around, Allegra. Look at me.”
    His blue eyes held a strange mixture of melancholy and desire, mirroring what she was feeling. She couldn’t stop her body’s reaction to what she’d just experienced, what she was about to experience. But a part of her regretted her need, and the fact that Rousseau might hate her for giving in to it.
    Ben smiled, his hands cupping her jaw. “He wants you, Legs. They both do.” His expression heated. “Hell, I do, too. But this is all I’ll get, sweet Allegra. All I’ll ever ask for. And all of a sudden I’m wondering why I didn’t snatch you up for myself.”
    Her brow furrowed. What was it he was asking of her? What did they want her to do? She felt the hot, sweet breath on the nape of her neck, heard foil tearing behind her as she got her answer.
    Bone Daddy’s harsh growl sent a powerful shudder down her spine. “Every dirty and depraved thing I want. That’s what you said. Well, now I want you to bend over and suck Ben right down your sweet little throat. Suck him dry while I fill your ass with my cock.”
    Was she really going to do this? This was Ben in front of her, her confidant. Her friend. It was Rousseau she wanted. Right? Then why was she so aroused by the sight of Ben Adair’s naked flesh? One man at a time was more than enough for her. Had always been. Was she any different than Rousseau’s loose father?
    “I can hear you thinking, cher . If you left one man’s bed to go to another you could worry. We know who and what you want. And all we want is to please you. Taste him, Allegra. Let me watch.”
    Allegra whimpered, her skin flushing with revealing heat. Ben’s smile grew knowing, and he reached for the bowl. “Honey rum. Your research must have taught you how much the spirits love rum.”
    Rousseau reached over his shoulder to dip his fingers in the liquid. “The others haven’t tasted Allegra. She’s far more intoxicating.” She felt him trace damp lines on her lower back, the cheeks of her ass.
    Ben drenched his own fingers with the liqueur, drizzling it on his hard shaft. It smelled delicious. Her mouth watered and she grabbed his wrist, pulling his fingers to her open mouth and licking them clean.
    Bone Daddy growled against her shoulder, and Ben’s fingers tensed in her mouth.
    “Shit, Legs.” He gathered her hair gently in one fist, holding it back from her face. Ever the gentleman. She released his fingers and bent over his lap, the rum making her lips tingle.
    Allegra trembled between them, her body wound tight with excitement, with desire. She slowly, teasingly licked the sweet, sticky liquid off the head of Ben’s cock, bending lower to reach the base of his shaft with her tongue. Salty and sweet. Potent. “What I saw in the club . . . were those just my fantasies?”
    Bone Daddy chuckled behind her. “No, cher . Your fantasy was to watch. And to be with me. You saw what the others wanted, but were too afraid to take.”
    She thought so. She looked up at Ben, her lips coated with cum, her heart pounding. “You’re wrong about her, Ben. She does want you. That night? I was watching her doing this to you.” She opened her mouth wide over his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him deep inside.
    She heard the surprise in Ben’s inhalation, felt his erection grow in her mouth. His fingers pressed against her temple, and she knew he was sensing the truth of what she’d said about Michelle, even as he reveled in the feel of her mouth.
    The last of the rum had just disappeared beneath her tongue when she felt