Satisfying Extortion (The Extortionists 2)

“Stretch her,” Marcus said, cupping her cheek and trying to hold her attention.

“Stretch?” She gasped. “Really?”

“Ah now, precious,” he whispered across her lips. “Just lay there and enjoy yourself.”

Blaez entered her at a peculiar angle and Kurt inched in from behind. Blaez and Kurt seemingly took turns entering and withdrawing, preparing her for a more intense loving session.

A few minutes passed and her pussy convulsed, her hole flexed. She wanted more than what they were offering. She longed for a rough and rowdy fuck, a good first loving with her three mates.

She reached for Marcus and pumped his dick, loving the moisture seeping across her fingers as she played with him. She placed her fingertips at her lips and tasted his salty excitement.

Marcus then bent down and stole a quick ki

ss. Kurt gave her a few hammering thrusts and she cried out with the impact, enjoying the strokes against her previously unclaimed channel, the way he impaled her with loving care one minute, reckless abandon the next.

Blaez leaned forward and tilted her chin upward. “Are you sure about this?”

For a split second she thought about sharing her floral comparison. She didn’t want wilting buds or one choice. She wanted the whole arrangement, the beautiful flourishing vase of completed love.

Blaez and Marcus topped her and lowered their cocks to her pussy. Kurt eased her body up and held her right above his shaft.

“That’s it, beautiful,” Kurt whispered. “You’re perfect.”

Blaez and Marcus entered her at once, stroking her with quick and short beats. She squeezed her eyes shut, determined to give her body time to adjust, loving the invasion, the pleasure mixed with pain.

Then, as if he’d known the precise moment when he should reclaim his spot, Kurt came in from behind, thrusting once, twice, and then a final time. He paused behind her. They stilled from the front.

The pulse of their cocks made her crazy with lust, driven by nothing but years of pent-up desire. “Fuck me.” Her voice was raspy as she choked out the demand. “Please!”

“Please what?” Blaez’s smile warmed her heart. He’d already told her how much he enjoyed hearing her talk dirty to him.

“Make love to me. Screw me. Fuck the hell out of me.” Her legs trembled and she flattened her palms against the mattress, trying to gain some mobility.

Kurt thrust her body away from his and brought her back down over his cock. Blaez and Marcus drove inside her, thrusting away with even and timed beats. They fucked her together as one unit, the finest ensemble of lovers and mates.

“Yes!” Her head spun with all sorts of wicked thoughts as Kurt nicked her skin and took the werewolf’s bite.

Blinding passion sent her into an abyss of orgasmic pleasure as her mates filled her with their release. As they made love to her, they each spoke of everlasting commitments and their overwhelming need to claim the only mate they would ever cherish. The only woman they would ever love.

Epilogue

Three days later

“How do we look?” Blaez, an Alpha tracker and not one to ever doubt himself openly, seemingly waited for Suzette to hand down the final verdict.

She stood back and crossed her arms, peering up at them as if she couldn’t have been prouder. “You’re perfect.” Her gaze worked from one man to the next and back again. “They’re gonna love you.”

“Let’s hope they at least like us,” Kurt said, trying to recall a time when he’d spent time with children.

“Are you sure we don’t look too intimidating?” Blaez asked, clearly uptight.

“Have any of you ever been around kids?”

Marcus blew out a hard breath. “The truth finally comes out.”

“No.”

“No.”