Their Masquerade (The American Soldier Collection 6)

“Please. Let me touch you.”

L.T. released her wrists and she grabbed on to Deacon.

She ran her fingers through his hair, gripped his scalp, and lifted her pelvis. It caused Deacon to thrust deeper and she moaned and wrapped her legs around him higher. She dug her heels into his ass, trying to get her legs around his thick solid waist. He was so big compared to her. They all were.

Deacon called out her name as he wrapped his arms around her and thrust harder, making the bed dip and creak.

“Damn, baby, I’m there. You feel so fucking good. You fit me perfectly.”

“Oh, Deacon. Oh, God, please, don’t stop. Don’t stop.” She felt her body tighten up again and as Deacon roared against her neck, she screamed his name as she exploded along with him.

* * * *

Axel smiled as he watched Deacon and Mariah cuddle. She looked about ready to pass out and he wanted to make love to her, too. She must have been thinking the same thing because suddenly Mariah opened her eyes and smiled.

“Hey, I thought you were going to place me on all fours and fuck me from behind.”

The others chuckled.

“I think that can be arranged,” Axel stated, and then started to move toward her. Deacon moved out of the way and Quentin got up off the bed. He tossed Axel the lube.

Axel tapped the bottle against the palm of his hand.

“You sure do act like an experienced woman.”

She moved around and stood up on her knees. She moved toward him.

“I’m not experienced, but I sure as hell hope to be by the end of the night.” She moved her hand along his neck, cupped his head, and kissed him deeply on the lips. She was taking control of the lovemaking, and Axel didn’t know what to do.

Once she finished kissing him, he stared down into her

eyes.

“That little move is going to cost ya.”

She scrunched her eyebrows together. “Cost me?” she asked.

In a flash, Axel wrapped an arm around her waist and flipped her onto her belly. She squealed as he pulled her down to the edge of the bed, lifted her hips, and then thrust his hips against her spread thighs.

She was on all fours, gripping the comforter.

While using his hands to get his message across, he caressed up her thighs, letting his thumbs stroke the underside of her pussy as well as the crack of her ass. He squeezed the delicate flesh, and she moaned.

“You’re going to learn really quickly that I’m always in charge, especially in the bedroom.”

He pressed a thumb against her sensitive clit, and began to stroke it.

Her head lowered, and she moaned and tried to move forward, but his hold was firm.

“Oh, God, Axel.”

She moaned and he pressed his thumb and pointer further until his pointer sunk up into her cunt and his thumb pressed against her forbidden hole.

“Oh!” she moaned louder.

Then L.T. appeared. He looked wild with desire.

L.T. placed his hand on Mariah’s head, letting his fingers entwine with her gorgeous locks and he forced her head upward, slowly.