Their Masquerade (The American Soldier Collection 6)

“The sweetest, most innocent-looking virgins are sometimes the naughtiest.”

“Only for you,” she replied.

“Ain’t that right, darling,” he stated and then kissed her softly on the lips. Mariah hugged Deacon to her until he turned her toward the bed and right into Quentin’s arms.

Quentin pulled her all the way up so that her pussy nearly landed on his face.

“Hey, don’t you have some wild crazy sexy thing to say to me? You’re supposed to be the kinky one,” she stated.

He lifted her up by the back of her ass cheeks and held her firmly, with her pussy inches from his lips.

“Baby, maybe later. Right now I want to get me some virgin pussy, and this smooth, pretty pink cunt needs some loving.” He pressed his tongue into her cunt and Mariah closed her eyes and gasped, as the others chuckled.

* * * *

Mariah felt them touching her, caressing her hair, her back, her ass, and her breasts while Quentin had his way with her pussy.

He was moaning and making carnal-sounding noises against her flesh making her body incredibly aroused.

Then he lifted her up, and lowered her down his body.

She straddled him, and placed her hands on his chest.

L.T. stood behind her and placed his hand against the nape of her neck. His hold was one of dominance, yet affection.

Quentin placed his palm against her cheek, and she closed her eyes and turned into it.

“How do you want your first time to be?” Quentin asked, very seriously. It was a side of Quentin she hadn’t expected in the bedroom, but it just added to the reasons why she adored him so.

She looked over her shoulder at L.T. and then at Deacon and Axel, who took position on either side of her and Quentin.

She saw the adoration in their eyes.

“Somehow, if you can, I want all of us together. I want to feel each of you touching me, stroking me, inside of me.”

L.T. reached under her arm and cupped her breast. She felt his thumb and forefinger pinch her nipple and she moaned as she looked down at Quentin.

“Please. It’s what I’ve longed for. To have the four of you make love to me, touch me, care about me in the most intimate way. I understand that it may not be what you want—”

Deacon placed his palm against her cheek, so she would look at him.

“What do you mean not what we want? We’ve always wanted you.”

“You’ve always pushed me away. Even after you did what you did to me in the living room. After Quentin and Axel kissed me. After all of it, you pushed me away. I just want you four to take advantage of this moment, of tonight, and just feel.”

“Baby, there are things you don’t understand,” Axel began to say.

She shook her head and closed her eyes. Despite L.T.’s hold on her, she still denied their excuses.

“I don’t want to hear it. I want you all and that’s all that matters right now. Please, make love to me. I want you to.”

L.T. leaned over her shoulder and kissed her deeply. He plunged his tongue into her mouth as Quentin lifted her hips and helped her align her pussy with his cock. Slowly she began to lower herself onto his shaft. She’d waited for this moment for far too long. She had denied so many other men this part of her, and as the thick bulbous top pushed between her wet folds, and she sunk onto Quentin taking him inch by inch, she knew she had made the right decision.

She moaned as he went deeper. She widened her thighs, tried to relax her vaginal muscles, and then Quentin pinched and pulled on her nipple. She moaned into L.T.’s mouth right before he released her lips.

“Oh, God, Quentin. You feel so hard and so big.”

“I’m not all the way in, baby. You’re so damn tight. Take me, baby. Take me, I’m yours,” Quentin told her, with his teeth clenched and as he held her gaze. His green eyes sparkled and darkened as he thrust upward. She gripped his shoulders and lowered herself down. She felt it the moment he was fully inside of her.