Made Men 4: One More Time (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  “Fuck,” Collin stated, lowered his head, pulled his fingers from her cunt, and feasted on her pussy cream.

  * * * *

  Back and forth, every stroke of Collin’s tongue against her pussy lips made her moan and shiver. Gisella couldn’t believe how wet and turned on she was or how desperate she felt. She wanted to be claimed by them, hell—owned by them—and she didn’t care, not even as Fedarro gripped her wrists and restrained them above her head as he tortured her breast with his tongue and teeth. These sensations, the desire, and the want were so grand that she felt crazy.

  “Please, Collin, Fedarro, please,” she begged.

  Collin lifted up, gripped her thighs, aligned his cock with her pussy, and stared down at her.

  “No turning back. No regrets, no fears, just pure honesty from here on out,” he told her and slowly pressed his cock into her cunt.

  Tears filled her eyes. It had been years since she had let her guard down and allowed a man to make love to her.

  “Let. Go,” Fedarro told her through clenched teeth in such a commanding way.

  It was exactly what she needed to hear at that moment. She exhaled and allowed Collin entrance into her body. He plunged balls deep.

  “Fuck,” Collin exclaimed, holding steady. He shook his head. “Never like this. Goddamn it, never like this.”

  Collin set a fast, steady pace. He gripped her hips and stroked into her hard, with purpose and need, as Fedarro continued restraining her wrists and watching his brother make love to her.

  It was too much—how her breasts bounced with every stroke of Collin’s thrusts and how Fedarro watched, his eyes narrowed and his need burning in them. She came, hard, shaking and pleading for what she didn’t know.

  “Gisella!” Collin grunted out and came inside her.

  He lowered down to kiss her lips as Fedarro released her wrists. She hugged Collin tight, and he kissed her mouth, cheeks, and neck and, lower, her breasts.

  “You’re mine now. Mine,” he told her.

  She shivered and exhaled. She then gripped his cheeks. Something came over her. “You’re mine, too.”

  He gave a small grin. “Oh, yes I am.”

  He thrust again and buried his cock deep in her cunt before he slipped out and moved to the side. Fedarro slid halfway over her body. His large muscles and heavy frame both intimidated her and turned her on. He was a big man, and those whiskers along his cheeks that his brother shared seemed to arouse her as he brushed along her breasts then up her throat to her mouth. He kissed the corners of her lips softly, and she tilted her head back in acquiescence. His mouth, those whiskers, and his hard, determined hands took possession of her wherever they touched.

  He lifted up between her legs and trailed those firm, hard lips down her throat as he used one hand to grip her hair and head possessively. His thumb stroked her jaw then over her lips. She held his gaze.

  “I don’t know what part of you I enjoy looking at the most, those stunning green eyes, these luscious lips”—he brushed his thumb across them and gripped her chin—“or how your breasts look while my brother claimed you as his woman tonight. This body is exceptional, Gisella. Maintain it, please.”

  Her belly quivered. It was every woman’s desire to please her man, to make him look at her, and to know that he loved what he saw, not imperfections, not things that a woman found unappealing about her body. It gave her encouragement, yet she knew she worked hard to maintain this figure and be healthy. Right now all those early-morning workouts had been worth it, knowing that Fedarro and Collin loved her body and that her body caused that carnal, needy look in his eyes.

  She tightened up as his palm slid down her breasts and belly, over her hip bone, and between her legs. He pushed one thigh higher. His hard, large, warm hands were possessive just like his personality. She shivered. She was so aroused by everything about this man.

  “Open for me. Give me access to all of you,” he said.

  She did without hesitation. She widened her thighs, and he lowered down, kissed her breasts, then her ribs and belly, and her hip bone, making her giggle as his scruff tickled her skin. He continued holding her jaw, caressing her throat with his thumb in ownership, and she came. Just like that, she came.

  “Ohh.”

  “She’s precious, Fedarro, so precious,” Collin said from the side of the bed.

  Knowing he watched them turned her on further. She felt a finger press into her cunt, and then his thumb slid down her crack to her ass.

  “Every part of you will belong to us after tonight. Understood?” Fedarro asked her.

  She knew what he meant. They would take her together. She would have anal sex tonight, and there would be no part of her these two men wouldn’t own.

  “Yes.”

  Fedarro lifted up, aligned his cock with her pussy, and shoved it right into her. She gasped and gripped his forearms as he held her hips and stroked fast with need. Their gazes locked, her breasts bounced, and his eyes darted to them, then to her lips, and then to where he thrust into her cunt.

  She reached for his chest and glided her palms up and down it, noticing the faint scar along his rib. He gripped her hands, placed them above her head, and thrust repeatedly into her. His face distorted, the veins by his temples pulsated, and his thrusts were so deep, his cock super-thick. She kept gasping on every stroke.

  “Mine. You’re mine now, Gisella, and no other man other than my brother will claim this body as theirs ever again. You belong to us. There’s no turning back.”

  He lowered over her to kiss her hard on the mouth, to ravish her as he stroked and stroked until she felt so turned on and overwhelmed that she came, pulling from his mouth. Tears spilled from her eyes. She felt emotional, free, protected, and alive.

  He thrust and thrust, grunting, fighting to not come, and then he couldn’t hold back. Fedarro came inside of her, roaring like an alpha male, a man who had claimed a woman with all he had, and she knew this was right. There was no turning back, and she prayed she had made the right decision, opening up her body, her heart, and her soul one more time.

  Chapter 8

  Gisella felt lost. The feeling consumed her as she walked down the empty street toward the parking lot. She grabbed onto an arm, expecting to see Fedarro or Collin, but instead, she saw Vender. She gasped and tried to let go but couldn’t move. It was wild, the way it all seemed so real—Vender smirking that confident, gallant smile, so handsome, sexy, and looking good in his button-down blue polo shirt.

  He opened the car door. “I love you, baby,” he whispered and pressed his lips to hers.

  She stared at him, as if knowing what was coming but unable to warn him. “Vender, get in. Hurry up. Get in,” she said, but he didn’t seem to hear her or notice. She got into the car, and the sound of squealing tires filled the low-lit parking spot. Why hadn’t he parked near other cars? Why in this spot on the side street away from the other cars, the building?

  The gunshots rang out. She covered her ears and cried out, hearing the windows shatter, then seeing his body jerk numerous times as bullets slammed into him. Her arms were cut up, glass was in her hair, and she saw the men coming toward her. They were smirking.

  “You’re coming with us.”

  She screamed out for help. “Fedarro! Collin!” The men who had killed Vender were no longer there. She blinked and locked gazes with Fedarro then Collin as they offered her their hands.

  “We’ve got you, baby. We’ll protect you always,” Fedarro said, and then both men jerked. Their eyes widened at the same time she heard the shots.

  She screamed out, realizing they were shot too as they fell to the ground. Behind them stood the men who had killed Vender. “No one can save you. You’ll never be safe again.”

  Gisella jerked upright, gasping for breath as tears rolled down her cheeks.

  “Gisella?” Collin whispered in the darkness.

  Her heart was racing, and when Fedarro caressed her thigh, she shoved his hand away and climbe
d off the bed.

  “Gisella?” Fedarro called out her name.

  “I’m fine. I need a minute.” She hurried to the bathroom and closed the door. She took care of business, went to the sink, and washed away the tears. She looked into the mirror and saw the love bites along her chest and neck and the coloring in her cheeks. Tears fell as she thought about the nightmare and how real it felt yet how she knew she had been dreaming. Certainly she hadn’t expected to get hit with one tonight. It had been so long since she’d woken in a sweat, scared, and reliving that night Vender had been killed. Was it because she finally let her guard down and had sex again? Jesus, she knew it was more than sex. Or at least she felt it was more. Did Fedarro and Collin?

  She inhaled, smelling their soap on her body from the quick shower she had taken earlier. Her stomach rumbled, and she wondered what time it was. They had special shades in their room that blocked out the light completely. They told her it was to help them sleep when they were off schedule or had been traveling and were readjusting to the time changes. She knew they owned a few clubs and other businesses like bars and things that stayed open late. How many women had they brought here to their gorgeous penthouse? How many had they taken together like they had taken her last night?

  She was feeling jealous and panicking about this type of relationship. Her friends seemed happy involved in ménages—with made men no less. Why couldn’t she be happy?

  Because she feared the dangers that could come to Fedarro and Collin. What if someone shot and killed them, stabbed them, and took them from her forever? Tears stung her eyes.

  She gasped when strong arms wrapped around her midsection, and Fedarro came into sight through his reflection in the mirror.

  He saw her tears and squinted. He thrust his cock lightly against her ass.

  “Don’t. Whatever fears you have, do not allow them to lessen what we shared last night and what will continue to share together.”

  Her lips parted. She heard the exhale and glanced to the left. Collin stood by the doorway, arms crossed, completely naked.

  “Gisella, come back to bed.”

  Fedarro turned her around and lifted her into his arms. She straddled his waist and held on to his cheeks to stare into his eyes and not focus on the fears, the nightmare she just had. She didn’t want to think about Vender or the past. She wanted them inside her. She pressed her lips to his and kissed him as he walked her back to bed. She needed to push the bad memories out of her head and move on. She took this chance, and she wanted to feel more of what Fedarro and Collin made her feel. Fedarro smoothed his hand up her back under her hair as he set her feet onto the rug. She pulled from his lips as he stood at full height, towering over her.

  “We need you now.”

  “I need the two of you now,” she countered.

  “Collin, get her ready. I’ll grab the lube.”

  Fedarro lowered down to kiss her lips while holding her jaw and neck the way she was getting used to him and Collin doing. She turned toward Collin, who pulled her close and kissed her. When he released her lips, he took her hand and led her to the bed. He sat with her between his legs and began to caress her ass cheeks.

  She held onto his shoulders, lowered her head, and kissed his lips. She tasted him, absorbed the feel of his large, warm hands gliding along her curves toward her breasts to cup them. She loved his muscular shoulders and the roughness of his whiskers brushing against her mouth. When he pulled back, she followed, straddled his hips, and felt his long, thick cock underneath her. He moved one hand from her breast to her neck and hair, bringing her closer so she lay flat against his chest with her legs wide open.

  When she felt the second set of hands begin to massage her ass and back, she knew what was coming. She wanted it, wanted to feel how intense and close they would be when both men claimed her body together.

  Collin released her lips as Fedarro stroked his fingers into her cunt. She lifted her ass and rocked her hips.

  “I want you to ride my brother’s cock, angel. Ride him hard and fast while I get this sexy, round ass ready to be claimed by me,” Fedarro said and then nibbled against a sensitive spot on her neck and shoulder that had her coming all over his fingers.

  He pulled them out, and she lifted and lowered immediately onto Collin’s cock.

  “Sweet, sweet Gisella. Fuck, you’re so damn tight,” Collin said and thrust upward.

  She did as Fedarro asked and rocked her hips and rode Collin’s cock. She paused a moment when the cool liquid and Fedarro’s thick fingers slid into her ass. She felt the tightness, the strain of her anal muscles resisting the invasion, but then Collin rocked upward and pulled her down to kiss him.

  With his lips next to hers, he whispered, “Let him in. This makes it official. Ours forever.”

  He pulled her lower lip into his mouth just as Fedarro replaced his fingers with his cock and began slowly pushing into her ass. She moaned against Collin’s lips and absorbed the feel of both men possessing her. Their hands were so controlling, penetrating not only her skin but deeper, to her heart, her core. She rocked back, and Fedarro shoved his cock all the way in.

  “Gisella.” He dragged her name as if he couldn’t breathe he felt so aroused. “Incredible. Never like this. Collin. Never.”

  “Never is right. We’ll never let her go,” Collin said.

  Then both men began to move. One pressed in, and the other pulled out. She lifted slightly, feeling overwhelmed with sensations as well as emotions. She was moaning, gasping for breath as her core tightened, and she sensed the vibrations growing stronger and stronger in her cunt and her ass. Their thick, hard cocks shoved into her at the same time, and they started to moan and grunt, fighting and resisting the need to come. She felt dizzy and came hard. They in return chanted her name and complimented her body and how responsive she was to them.

  “Ours. You were made for us and us only. Us only,” Fedarro said through clenched teeth.

  His words, the way they held her between them so possessively, had her coming hard. She cried out, and Collin followed, shooting his seed into her womb and cursing about how good it felt. Fedarro thrust three more times, held his cock in her ass, his arm tight around her midsection as he cupped a breast, and came.

  “Ours always and forever. Always,” he said and then sucked on her neck and kissed along her shoulders.

  The three of them exhaled, calming their breathing before they lay on the bed and rested.

  * * * *

  “I know, Brad, but something very, very important came up, and I won’t be going into the office at all today. I would really appreciate it if we could schedule another viewing tomorrow. Whatever works for you. I will rearrange my schedule. Of course,” Gisella said into her cell phone.

  Fedarro watched her sitting there by the counter in the kitchen wearing only his white button-down shirt. Her legs were crossed, and the collar gaped open enough for him to see part of her breasts. Her long dark-brown hair cascaded down her back, and she looked sexy as sin. He couldn’t believe the jealousy that consumed him from knowing she was on the phone with some millionaire guy she had been showing penthouses to. He looked back at the laptop, not even focusing on the market and the numbers for this Monday morning. A glance at Collin and it seemed his brother was thinking the same jealous thoughts. He was squinting at her and then popped another piece of bacon into his mouth.

  She smiled and chuckled. “Sorry, Brad, that won’t work, but earlier in the day would be fine.”

  By the way she darted her eyes from Collin to him and then to her lap, Fedarro had the feeling Brad had suggested something they might find upsetting.

  “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow at three.” She ended the call, pressed several buttons, and then exhaled.

  “What did Brad want to do that you felt couldn’t work?” Collin asked, holding her gaze.

  “What?”

  “Don’t ‘what’ me. What did he want? You looked like you got uncomfortable.”

  “Me?
No, he just wanted to meet and then do dinner. I have too much to do. I should really get dressed and head to my place to change and at least get some work done.”

  Collin came around the counter and turned her toward him. Her legs uncrossed and he pressed between them. “No can do. We’re keeping you here all day.” He slid his palms up and down her thighs.

  She placed her hands against his chest and rubbed up to his shoulders. “Oh really?”

  “Yes. We want you accessible at all times.”

  “Just for today, right?” she asked as if contemplating whether she could fight this decision or not.

  It made Fedarro laugh inside.

  “We have a lot of details to work out,” Collin said to her and started unbuttoning her shirt.

  “Collin, I have a job, a life, too.”

  Fedarro stood as the shirt gaped, and he could see her breasts and her pussy.

  “We have jobs, too, and lots of things we’re blowing off today for this,” Collin said, looking down at her breasts and lowering to suck the tip of one into his mouth.

  She grabbed his head and ran her fingers through his hair. “Collin.”

  Fedarro clenched her chin and tilted it up toward him. “We have a lot of places in this penthouse to make love to you in. By the time we let you leave, you won’t ever think about another man, never mind let one flirt with you.”

  “I already feel that way, Fedarro.”

  He stared at her, and Collin stopped sucking her breast and looked at her. She reached up and cupped each of their cheeks.

  “You kind of ruined me forever and bound us pretty damn tight after you both make love to me together. I’ve never done anything like that before, never had more than one lover, and that was nearly five years ago. So I don’t think you need to go out of your way to ensure that I belong to you.”

  Her words shocked him, and Fedarro, as well as Collin, cupped her cheek.