Mikayla [Orchidea: Love on the Bayou 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

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Michael glanced at Antoine, and they shared a moment of relief and joy. Mikayla was the woman they had all been waiting for. They were going to be great together, all five of them.

He watched Douglas, who always kept his emotions hidden, make love to their woman first. It was crazy how into her he was and how they all had such deep feelings for Mikayla already. They still had a ways to go, and they needed her to know what being involved with them truly meant. This incident today that she refused to allow them information on would not occur again. Ever.

“Oh hell, Mikayla, I’m there, sugar,” Douglas stated then thrust hard and fast into her a few more times until he came. She moaned as Pierre came at the same time then pulled from her mouth to kiss her.

Douglas laid his head against her breast, kissing her skin and remaining inside of her.

Michael and Antoine watched and smiled.

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It was Pierre who stood up and smiled at Mikayla first. She locked gazes with him, his scent and his taste imbedded in her body forever. He wasn’t finished with her yet. Douglas kissed her neck, making his way to her lips. She kissed him back then wrapped her arms around his shoulders to hug him to her. It felt so right to be here like this.

Douglas pulled from her, moaning softly then stepping out from between her legs. Antoine took his place. He began to massage her thighs, and she was becoming aroused again. That’s when she felt Michael next to her brushing his fingers against her cheek.

“Feel good?’ he asked, and she nodded, making him smile.

“Let’s try something, okay?” he asked. She felt Antoine step back then flip her to her belly. He lifted under her hips and she knew what he wanted. She swallowed hard then cringed as the pain hit her right hand. But she wouldn’t ruin this moment. She wanted to make love to all four of them. She wanted this.

Antoine massaged her ass cheeks, and in between he licked along her spine, making her push her breasts out forward. Michael took position in front of her, and she knew what he wanted.

“Ever have anal sex, sugar?” Antoine asked her.

She tightened up then looked over her shoulder at him. “No.”

“Ah, a virgin ass. I told you she had a great ass,” Douglas chimed in, and she felt her cheeks warm. Antoine caressed a finger along her crevice to the puckered hole, and she tightened up again.

“No worries, sugar, we’ll work on this ass and get it ready for cock in no time,” Antoine told her then nipped her on the ass cheek.

“Hey!” She heard the tearing of foil right before she felt the bulbous head at her pussy from behind.

Slowly he eased into her, wrapping an arm around her midsection, taking his time to penetrate her.

When she opened her eyes, Michael was watching her, holding his cock in his hands and rubbing up and down. She moaned at the series of sensations going through her body.

“So fucking tight. You’re warm and so wet for us, sugar, aren’t you?” Antoine asked, penetrating deeper.

“Oh yes, damn, it feels so tight, so good,” she told them.

“I want to feel that wet, hot mouth on me. Come here,” Michael told her, and Antoine loosened his hold on her waist, pressing her back down lower so she could suck on Michael’s cock.

She felt his hands massage her ass cheeks, making her get lost in his strokes as she opened her mouth to take Michael’s cock.

She licked along the base to his balls then back up, making Michael grab her hair and steady her strokes. She devoured as much of him as she could just as Antoine moved faster and harder into her from behind.

Her breasts were swinging back and forth, her mouth was trying to keep up with Michael’s strokes, and her anus tingled with anticipation of the anal intercourse Antoine asked about.

She felt her body release another series of small explosions, and she knew she was going to lose it.

“That’s it, sugar, nice and easy,” Antoine told her then pressed a finger to her anus.

She screamed around Michael’s cock and Michael moaned.

“Fuck, Antoine, do it again. She fucking sucked so deep and hard. It was fucking incredible. I’m gonna come.”

Antoine thrust into her three more times then pressed a finger into her tight rings. He moved his finger in and out of her ass in rhythm to his strokes.

“Fuck!” Michael yelled then exploded inside of her mouth. Mikayla swallowed quickly, and Michael pulled from her mouth. He kissed her cheeks and her lips before plunging his tongue into her mouth. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of her.

She panted for air as she held on to the comforter.

“So tight. Damn!” Antoine roared then thrust hard, penetrating deeply as he spilled his seed into her as he gasped for air.

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Antoine heard Mikayla cry out as if her hand continued to ache terribly, and then he watched as she collapsed to the bed.

“Mikayla?” Antoine yelled, pulling from her body then turning her to look at him. He was concerned that he was too rough, and then he saw her smile.

“Are you all right?” he asked as Michael, Pierre, and Douglas quickly gathered around her. They were wearing their boxers and jeans.

“Oh I’m fine. That was incredible,” she whispered, and Antoine released the breath he had been holding.

“Damn, you scared me.”

“It was just my hand. It really hurts,” she stated with her hand over her eyes and the silence filled the room.

Antoine looked around at his brothers. They were all upset and they needed to explain to Mikayla that they had rules for her to abide by. Truth was, they had a feeling her independence would get in the way of most of what they each desired in their woman. Antoine stood up and pulled on his boxers then jeans. He left the button unbuttoned. Michael pulled Mikayla into his arms and held her against him.

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She laid her head against Michael’s chest. The small dusting of hair down the middle led straight to his cock which right now was hard and sticking up.

“Let me see your hand,” he told her firmly, and her belly quivered. Were they back at this again?

She laid it over his chest then lifted her head up to look at him. He touched her hand, and even she could see the swelling.

“Let me have a look,” Antoine interrupted. She pressed her body closer to Michael’s, trying her best to cover up a bit despite the fact that she’d just had sex with four men.

“Don’t be shy now, sugar. We’ve only just begun,” Michael teased then kissed her cheek.

Antoine tried to look closer at her hand as he kneeled next to them in the center of the bed, but she pulled it away.

“It will be fine, really, Antoine.”

He looked at her sternly, and he wasn’t happy.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he replied. Michael raised his eyebrows and appeared just as concerned now.

“I want to look at it,” Antoine told her. He took her wrist and began to pull her up to a kneeling position in front of him.

She did and met his stern gaze with her own.

“Don’t treat me like a child,” she stated a bit louder than she meant.

Antoine exhaled then placed his other hand on her hip.

She immediately felt Michael behind her as he pressed his body closer to hers. His cock sat at the seam of her ass.

She closed her eyes, and immediately Michael was pulling her back against him.

“Listen to what Doc has to say. He knows what he’s talking about,” Michael whispered against her ear then licked her lobe. She squirmed a little, trying to resist his hold a moment. But then Michael’s fingers smoothed down her belly to her pussy, and he pressed a digit into her.

She took a quick intake of breath at the sensation. He wasn’t playing fair.

Antoine released her hand then stood up to remove his jeans and boxers. He was in front of her again in a flash as Michael continued to press in and out of her pussy with his fingers.

Antoine leaned forward to lick her nipple and suck along her breast. He took her injured hand and pressed it to his cock.

She didn’t have to look down to know he was long and hard. Michael thrust his hips against her, making her reach for Antoine. Her damn hand hurt, but she wasn’t going to mention it. It was the point now that she wanted to remain in some control. She wasn’t sure why, but they did mention rules and spankings.

She felt the heat penetrate her body. Michael pressed her forward as Antoine released her breast and leaned back onto his heels.

His thighs were spread wide, his cock dripped with pre-cum, and she knew what he wanted and what Michael wanted.

As Antoine reached for her hair to guide her to his erection, she heard the ripping of foil. Her pussy clenched. Here she was on her knees, grasping onto Antoine’s thighs for support about to suck his cock. Michael was behind her ready to fuck her from behind, and the anticipation sent a gush of fluid from her core.

“Fuck, she just came. So beautiful,” Michael stated. She caught her breath as Antoine pressed her head down over his shaft and Michael pressed his cock to her pussy from behind.

Up and down she sucked on Antoine as he counterthrust against her mouth.

Behind her Michael pressed deeply into her, slowing his strokes then thrusting hard and fast where she couldn’t keep up.

Her entire body was strung so tight, and in this position, bent over, he penetrated her so deeply she felt full.

Antoine lifted her head up and down on his shaft, helping her to keep a faster pace.

“Fuck, Mikayla, you feel so good, sugar,” Michael stated as Antoine roared and spilled his seed down her throat.

Mikayla felt Michael’s arm go around her waist. Then he pulled her back, making her thighs spread wider, and she screamed her release. She was so tight, strung like a bow, and Michael kept going. He thrust into her from behind, his balls at her ass and his arm holding her tightly across her breast.

He yelled as he exploded inside of her then shook with the aftereffects of their lovemaking.

Antoine pulled her into his arms and laid her down on the bed beside him.

He took her hand to place it on his chest, and she tightened in his arms. He immediately was concerned.

“We’ll rest then I’ll get some ice for that hand.”

“I’ll go grab ice and then check to see what we have for dinner,” Douglas stated then left the room.

Mikayla snuggled closer to Antoine then closed her eyes to rest a bit.

Vincent Lukon sat in the emergency room. She broke his fucking nose. The bitch was done, finished. Next time he would be better prepared. Next time she wouldn’t get the chance to run.

He made the phone call as he waited for the doctor to return. Straightening out his nose hurt almost as badly as when Mikayla struck him with that fierce right hook. If he had witnessed her doing that to someone else, he would have been impressed and even proud, but that’s not how it went down. She was attracted to him but was fighting it. Literally.

He was surprised that she hadn’t run to Bently. Or perhaps she did, but he didn’t really give a shit about her after all. Maybe she was just a means to getting his hands on Burrens Place. Maybe she was this week’s flavor of pussy?

She was definitely a unique flavor. He liked a little fight in his women especially when he tied them down and made them scream for mercy. He would take his time to think of a really good way to teach her a lesson. Maybe taking her out to the deep swamplands and his fishing hole would get her in line and under his control. No one would hear her screams out there. Bently probably didn’t give a shit about her anyway.

The more he thought about Pierre Bently the more pissed off he got. That asshole kept taking accounts out from underneath him. Men he used to know so well and continuously got jobs from no longer sought out his services. They only used Bently Corp. He heard the doctor reenter the room and tried to remain calm. Patience was the only way to get to a man like Pierre Bently.

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Mikayla felt Antoine holding her hand, and she was sure he was looking it over. She tried pulling it away, and he applied a little pressure, causing her to yelp then abruptly sit up. The pain was a surprise.

“That’s it. Get dressed. We’re going to my office. I have an X-ray machine there,” Antoine stated with authority.

Mikayla watched him get up from the bed. His body was perfection. She felt a little self-conscious about her own. These men obviously took their health seriously and remained in shape. She was a junk food junkie and aside from those sporadic kickboxing classes, she was not as in great of shape. She grabbed the sheets and pulled them around her. They were alone now, and she wondered if the others would hear the argument and come join in.

“Get up. Let’s get a move on it,” he added as he quickly got dressed. She practically drooled over his muscles and all the dips and crevices along his abs. She was not going to get an X-ray.

He turned to look at her as he buttoned up his shirt.