Maison Plaisir (Spirit World 1)

Belle stiffened. Armand petted her, almost lazily. Finger in and out as if measuring, calculating… For what? She wriggled in desperation. It hadn’t been a minute since she agreed to their arrangement and they were already acting all bossy. “Armand!”

“She’s ready,” Armand commented, withdrawing his finger.

Belle heaved when someone lifted her from the desk. It was Armand. He pulled her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her in a protective embrace. “Ma belle, Belle.”

She couldn’t help grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling him closer. She found his lips and kissed him hard. God. She’d just realised how much she’d missed him. Armand let out a strained growl and kissed her back with the same heat. His tongue stroked deeply. Teeth nipped. Fingers dug into her flesh. Fevered heat rushed over her, searing all of her nerve endings alive. By the time he broke the kiss, she felt drunk with lust. Armand released her, nodding at Hervé. Belle kicked off her shoes, along with her panties and skirt.

Hervé was in the process of undressing when she trudged a step to him. He stopped and reached for her. His mouth plastered hers a second later, claiming her greedily like his cousin did. His fingers threaded in her hair, gripping her with possession. Belle felt her entire body scorched by pure brimstone. Her nipples ached. Pussy throbbed. By the time he gave her a chance to catch a breath, she was ready to jump on him and mount the man. She’d never been this wanton. But hell, it had been weeks since she’d had her last cookies. An amused smile stretched over his handsome face. Hervé shoved down his briefs. His black trousers made a pool near his ankles but he didn’t bother to shed them properly. The white shirt he was starting to unbutton hung askew. His attention was completely on her.

“Wait,” Armand halted her.

Belle stood, shaky with arousal, as Armand undressed the rest of her clothes. Her blouse came off first. Then her bra. Something sparked in Hervé’s eyes when he saw her breasts free from their containment. Something feral. Hunger. Fervent hunger. Hervé’s eyes glowed luminously. His unsettling aura came back like the first time she saw him. Unconsciously, she shivered with excitement. Hervé looked as if he was ready to pounce.

Hervé grabbed her. “Come here.” His voice strained with wanting.

Belle jumped into his embrace. He slid his arms on her buttocks, drawing her up past his belly. It took a moment before she realised he wanted her to mount him standing up. She felt silly. She wasn’t wired as a gymnast, let alone be expected to perform a bedroom acrobat. But she was so damn horny. She braced herself by gripping Hervé’s shoulders as he lowered her down onto his massive cock.

She released a gusty breath when the crown of hi

s cock kissed her opening.

“Gentle,” Hervé whispered.

She shut her eyes as his cock speared her open. Even though she was more than ready, it still wasn’t an easy feat. The moment his fat tip stretched her open, a sliver of panic seized her by the throat. It had been weeks since she’d done this. She wouldn’t be able to take him. He was too big. Too damn fucking…

Belle was out of breath when Hervé filled her to the hilt. Her pussy spasmed around his hard, throbbing shaft, protesting the delicious intrusion. She gushed juice luxuriously.

Hervé felt her creaming and cast a triumphant smile. “I love it when you do that.” He said it with such a low voice, as if it was meant as their own dirty little secret.

Armand, however, noted it. “Do what?” he asked.

“Creamy pussy. Wet. Hot and slicked.” He pulled and tugged while anchoring her weight with both hands.

Belle clawed his shoulders. The hummingbird frictions in and out sent jolts of pleasure through her spine. God. She’d forgotten how good that felt. Having a cock inside her, the hard veined shaft grinding the walls of her cunt that relieved the constant craving aches in her pussy.

“Oh, yeah. My favourite kind of kitty cat,” Armand murmured. He sounded like he was undressing from the soft whisper of fabric behind her.

“Mm-mm,” Hervé agreed. He paused and swivelled around, looking for a chair to sit in. He settled on a sofa near the fireplace and sank himself down with a happy groan.

Belle wanted to groan, too. Taking him in a sitting position felt much fuller than when he was standing up. She could feel his cock up to her guts; there wasn’t an inch not being filled and stretched and, oh, how she loved it.

Hervé planted his hands on her hips and bombarded her with urgent, short strokes. “Come for me, love. It’s been weeks since I’ve had you like this. Missed you.”

He nibbled her chin and the curve of her neck. His hot breath seared her. The combination between the quick thrusts and the way he licked her sent her reeling to oblivion. She didn’t realise how much she needed him. His scent invaded her. The warmth of him cocooned her, bringing her a sense of completeness. How did she think she could live without all of this? Without him. Without Armand. Oh, how foolish she’d been.

Belle moaned and threaded her fingers through his mass of golden hair. Hervé groaned and pounded her harder. She felt like she’d almost fainted. The pleasure sharpened with each bold stroke, the sizzling grind against her sensitive passage. Her belly knotted with need. Maddening need. Her pussy clenched in anticipation as Hervé pounded her faster. He slammed twice, thrice. Four times…

She screamed without a sound as a climax consumed her. Her pussy quaked. The intensity of her pleasure surprised her. Her body quivered as she tried to recollect herself. Hervé stopped fucking her the moment she hit her climax. He cooed and praised how pretty she was while she was consumed in rapture. Belle panted and collapsed on his chest, feeling like she’d run a marathon.

“Wrung out already?” The sound of Hervé’s warm laugh reverberated in her ear. “Uh. Not good, love. Since my cousin hasn’t had his dip yet.”

“No,” she squeaked. “I’m just…” Her mind was scrambled like breakfast eggs when she felt new body heat enclose her back. It was Armand. He touched her ass and parted her cheeks. She felt his thumb brush over her nether hole. Her anus contracted instinctively.

“Such a pretty ass,” Armand remarked. “And it’s mine.”

Seconds ago she felt as if she’d run a marathon. Now, she felt her heart was running a marathon. She’d never been taken in there before. A couple of times, during their rabid love-making, Armand and Hervé had expressed interest in taking her anally, but they never did it since she wasn’t really sure about it. She did feel curious, though.

She involuntarily twitched when Armand smeared her ass with something cool and gooey. And a lot of it. Lube? Must be. She heard Armand let out a happy sigh before he slid a finger into her rectum. Her muscles clenched immediately. She stiffened.