Their Masquerade (The American Soldier Collection 6)

“We’re always in charge, Mariah. I think you need to learn that, quickly.”

Axel watched as L.T. tapped the tip of his cock against Mariah’s lips. Right before she opened her mouth to accept him, Axel thrust his fingers into her pussy and the tip of his thumb into her ass.

“Oh!” she moaned, and L.T. pressed his cock inward.

“Holy fuck, she looks incredible,” Quentin stated.

A glance to the left and Axel saw his friend sitting in the chair watching. He was holding his cock and staring at Mariah.

Deacon sat in another chair in a dead stare at her.

It all fed Axel’s hunger. All the pent up emotions and needs he had submerged all these years about Mariah, now came to a head. He pulled his fingers from her cunt. She gasped, but was so busy sucking L.T.’s cock she didn’t pull away.

Axel reached down for the tube of lube.

He whispered to Mariah as he prepared her for his entry.

“Years. For too many fucking years, I’ve wanted you. We’ve, wanted you. There’s no turning back now, Mariah.”

He rubbed the tip of his cock from her wet pussy as he pressed the lube into her ass. She wiggled her ass and he gripped her cheek.

He pushed his fingers in and out of her ass, watching how she sucked him in, and how she thrust her ass slowly back against his fingers. When he pulled them out, she followed, trying to get him back in.

“Sweet mother of God, you are so made for me, woman. This ass is mine.”

He spread her cheeks, as he pressed the mushroom top against the tight entrance. He stared in awe, appreciating her soft skin, the curves of her body, and the way she moaned deeply with L.T.’s cock in her mouth.

He clenched his teeth, and Axel willed himself to go slow, to take his time and relish in the fact that he was making love to Mariah. But it was too much. The sounds L.T. was making, Mariah’s moans, Deacon’s grunts, and then Quentin, damn Quentin and his ways.

“Fuck that ass, Axel. Claim her, and make her scream your name,” Quentin ordered.

“Oh!” Mariah called out as L.T. pulled from her mouth and Axel shoved into her to the hilt.

He held himself inside of her ass, his balls firm against her lower ass cheeks and cunt. He absorbed every sensation. The deep pull from within him, the need to fuck and claim Mariah. The tightness and squeeze of her anal muscles against his oversensitive cock, and her scent. The scent of Mariah’s perfume that he recognized and associated only with her.

“Mine.” He growled and began to slowly move in and out of her ass. Mariah gripped the comforter with her fists. Axel reached under her to cup her breasts as he pulled her up and fucked her faster from behind.

“Axel, oh God. You’re so big and hard.”

“For you, baby. Hard for you.” He couldn’t explain the emotions that overcame him. His hips moved with such speed and purpose as Mariah called out his name.

“More. Oh, God, I need more.” She reached for her own pussy, but L.T. must have moved her hands aside and pressed his fingers into her because suddenly she tilted forward and screamed. She was shaking as she came. The sloshing sound filled the room, and that made Axel move faster. He licked her neck, sucked on her shoulder as he grunted and fucked her.

“Oh, God. Fuck, baby. Never like this. Never.” He roared as he came. His seed shot from his cock, from deep in his balls to the tip of his dick he felt every bit of the orgasm that rocked his entire body. He fell forward, and L.T. was there to catch them both.

Mariah was moaning and he worried that he had hurt her.

“Is she okay?” he asked, slowly pulling from her ass. As he placed his hand against her cheek he saw her lips and tongue kissing L.T.’s skin. Her blue eyes stared up at him, and when she smiled, he smiled.

“Incredible,” she whispered.

“You sure as hell are, baby.”

Chapter 11

Mariah felt as if she were dozing off, and then came the warm, damp washcloth. She pulled her legs tighter, as she opened her eyes and spotted Deacon.

“Open up for me, baby, I’m just cleaning you up,” he said.