The men growled as they continued the after thrusts until they were sure they marked her their own.
* * * *
Angelique awoke wedged between Remy and Marcel. After they had made love to her, she was exhausted. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Remy sleeping. He was very tall, at least six feet. She looked at his tattoo that traveled over his shoulder and partially down his right arm. It was some intricate design done up in colors, and an American flag sat in the middle. She wasn’t sure what the letters or numbers stood for but assumed it had something to do with him being in the army. His eyes fluttered open, and her heart leaped at the sight of joy she saw in the green. He squeezed her to him, which made Marcel moan and keep a possessive hold on her waist. Remy cupped her breast and smiled.
“What are you doing?” he whispered, and she smiled at him as she reached across and touched the tattoo with her fingertips.
“Just looking you over,” she whispered back, and he gave her breast a little squeeze. He smiled, showing off a little dimple by his upper lips, and she batted her eyes.
“You like what you see?”
She nodded immediately, and he winked.
“What does it mean, the tattoo?” she asked, and he smiled.
“The letters and numbers were the platoons I was in charge of.”
“In charge of? What was your rank?”
“Platoon Sergeant.”
She swallowed hard and knew that he must be pretty tough to be a platoon sergeant.
“Aren’t platoon sergeants mean? You’re so sweet,” she told him. Marcel chuckled behind her. His breath tickled the back of her neck. Remy scowled at her and pulled her closer to him.
“That’s how I fooled the enemy and snuck in and got them,” he stated as he pressed a finger to her pussy. Angelique yelped, surprised by his move and the way he held her gaze as he spoke. He pressed a digit up into her, eliciting a moan as she held on to his wrist.
“Remy.” She breathed his name. He leaned forward and kissed her mouth then nibbled on her lower lip, applying just enough pressure to arouse every inch of her body.
“I told you I was sneaky,” he teased as he pumped his fingers in and out. Marcel caressed her inner thigh and spread her wider. She rolled to her back as Marcel licked the tip of her nipple and Remy moved in position between her legs.
Her pussy wept with joy. She was aroused and wanted him inside her. It was crazy after the number of times they all made love to her. How would she ever walk?
Remy pulled his fingers from her folds, and she locked gazes with him. He smiled then licked his fingers. “Oh God,” she stated as her body shook with lust.
“Oh Angelique,” he replied, the teasing tone apparent in his voice then thrust right into her. His cock invaded her vaginal muscles, and she raised her legs to accommodate the invasion. Thrust after thrust, he spent his time grinding into her, doing something spectacular with his pelvis. She moaned and then came. Like a rush of heated fire, she felt her muscles shake and her insides tremble from the orgasm.
“Fuck, Remy, that was great,” Marcel complimented, and Remy shoved forward, thrusting repeatedly until he released his seed. He held her close and kissed her deeply. They were entwined together until Marcel cleared his throat. Remy chuckled against Angelique’s lips.
“I best give my brother some room. This here body is real addicting,” he said in a deep voice and thrust one last time before slowly pulling from her. He rolled to the side of the bed and walked toward the bathroom.
Angelique continued to watch him. The muscles in his ass were just as amazing as the ones along his biceps and shoulders. She felt the touch to her cheek as Marcel demanded her full attention.
“Alone at last, chère,” he said and took position between her legs. He hugged her to him and kissed her neck before making his way to her mouth. He kissed her softly, staring into her eyes in between kisses as he whispered to her.
“So beautiful and delicate,” he said then pressed a thumb and pointer against her nipple. He pulled on it as he held her gaze.
“You seen my tattoo?” he asked as he flexed his muscle. She sure had. How could she not have when his muscles were bulging? She caressed his arm right where the American flag and the dagger were displayed.
“Why the dagger?” she asked as her belly quivered and he adjusted his cock so it lay against her pussy lips. Damn, she wanted him. Her pussy wept, and her belly quivered. Stop the small talk and fuck me already. She felt her cheeks warm.
“I’m real good with knives and swords.” He pushed his cock a little deeper between her folds. Her lips parted, and her eyes held his deep, dark-green ones.
“Swords?”
“Thick, long, hard ones,” he teased as he pushed a little further into her. She tried to push her hips forward to get him deeper, but the louse wanted to tease her. In a snap he held her arms above her head and flexed his sexy muscles as he thrust slowly into her. It was torture of the most explicit kind. The sight of his hungry gaze, the flex and definition of his muscles all aroused her as she tightened up like a spring about to snap. In a matter of three thrusts, along with his heated gaze, she was coming hard, and he was nowhere near finished with her.
“Marcel!” she moaned as he lowered his chest, the slight dusting of hair tickling her sensitive nipples along the way. Then he covered her mouth, swallowing her moans as he made love to her. Her legs parted wider, and she straddled him, digging her heels into his muscular back as his balls slapped against her ass. The bed creaked and the headboard rattled, and it was solid oak or something. She didn’t care. It was so erotic and hot. His face looked intense as he locked gazes with her and thrust again and again before growling as he shot his seed. She felt the warm liquid travel through her. She felt the connection between the two of them just like with the others. My God, this could work, this could really work.
Chapter 8
The smell of food awoke her. At some point someone came in and covered her up. She remained lying in bed alone. She stretched her muscles and felt the ache in her pussy. She was done. After not having sex for over a year then having sex numerous times with four men, she was finished. She moaned as she tried to move toward the edge of the bed.
“Chère! You okay?” Remy asked as he hurried to her side of the bed.
She smiled weakly. “I’m okay.” She tried to minimize what she was feeling and pushed herself to get up, but then she lay back down on the bed. It was no use. She just couldn’t do it.
“Shit, we hurt you,” he stated.
“What?” Marcel asked as he entered the room in just a pair of jeans. Remy was dressed the same. Bare chests and hot bodies? Oh God, she needed help. Her pussy clenched, and she damned her libido. Down girl.
She felt their hands upon her caressing her until she tried to move again.
She looked up at them, and they had scowls on their faces. Damn, were they intimidating!
“I’m fine. I just need to get out of this bed,” she whispered as she moved her legs. The fear hit her that she wouldn’t be able to walk. All that amazing, hot, wild, and wonderful sex had a cost, and she was feeling it. She went to stand, and the pain hit her just as Marcel lifted her up into his arms.
“Run a hot bath for her. Throw some Epsom salts in and that special stuff from Laveau,” he stated, and Angelique wondered if it was the same voodoo priestess she knew.
She hoped so because that would mean that the salts and fancy stuff would ease her aches. It had to.
Marcel gently placed her in the big bathtub, and she moaned from how wonderful it felt.
“Fuck!” Remy stated.
She locked gazes with him.
“Please, Remy, I’ll be fine.”
“What’s going on?” Eloi asked as he entered the room wearing nothing but dark black jeans and sporting his thick, solid, work-of-art body. This is torture.
“She’s hurting, Eloi. We were too rough with her,” Remy stated.
Eloi’s eyebrows rose as he sto
mped closer then fell to his knees by the side of the tub. She was shocked by the sincere show of concern on his face. It appeared that his brothers were as well. They both joined him on the side of the tub and watched her as Eloi caressed her hand.
“What can we do, baby?” he asked.
“Let me soak a while. It will be fine, Eloi, really.”
“We promised we wouldn’t hurt you!” he yelled.
“Hurt who?” Armand asked as he came through the door with a blue dishtowel attached to the waist of his blue jeans and no shirt, of course. Yikes!
They looked at Armand then at her. He practically ran toward her.
“You hurt, sugar?” he asked, filled with just as much concern as the others. They were starting to get on her nerves. The water was already easing her soreness.
“Okay, listen up. I am sore, rightfully so. Look at the size of y’all. But…keep in mind I haven’t had sex in over a year’s time, and even back then, it wasn’t anything compared to the four of you. So stop fussing and give me a little time to soak. Was that jambalaya I smelled cooking?” she stated, and they just stared at her.
“Yeah, honey, that’s the good stuff. Armand’s a really good cook.” Eloi offered the information. She smiled.
“I love jambalaya, Armand. You make sure you keep some warm for me. I’ll just be a little while longer. Now you guys get and let me be,” she stated.
“I’ll stay with her and get some clothes for her to wear,” Marcel stated then walked out of the room. The others followed.
* * * *
Marcel held a new white undershirt in his hand and a pair of boxer shorts. As he walked down the hallway, he saw his brothers by the stairs.
“I don’t like that she’s hurting. She’s a little thing and we’re all real big compared. Should have been easy on her until she was used to us,” Eloi stated with his hands in his jean pockets.
“She’s going to be just fine. We just wore her out. She said she hadn’t had sex in over a year, and then we four make love to her a few times each. You’d be sore, too,” Remy stated.
“I don’t like thinking that we were too rough. You heard her story. She’s real afraid of trusting a man. She’s been in a bad relationship and an abusive one. She’s taking a big chance with us,” Armand added.
“But she’s here with us now. We take it easy for the rest of the night,” Marcel said then headed toward the bathroom with the clothes in hand.
The others headed downstairs.
Marcel walked into the bathroom and found Angelique leaning back with her eyes closed and a small smile on her lips. She heard him come in and smiled but kept her eyes closed.
“I thought you forgot about me,” she said.
“Oh, no way in hell I forget about you, woman. You’re a special one to me and my brothers,” he stated then sat down on the ledge next to the tub.
“I think I should get out, the water’s getting cold and the smell of food is making me hungry,” she said as she opened her eyes. She stood up, and Marcel waited for some sign that she was in pain, but she didn’t even flinch.
“You feel a bit better?” he asked cautiously as he grabbed the big, fluffy towel.
“I do, I think it helped a lot”’ she said, and he smiled. He realized just how much he cared for Angelique already, and just like his brothers, he didn’t want to lose her.
* * * *
Angelique definitely was feeling better. She was still a little achy, but that was to be expected. She didn’t want to seem like such a weakling around the four men. They were all very large. Remy, being the shortest, was six feet tall. This wasn’t exactly like some fantasy novel where a woman’s pussy seemed to be able to tolerate so much in four hours. This was reality. If she was in a relationship with four men, then sex like this would be on a daily basis. Oh god!
She covered her belly as she attempted to pull on the boxers Marcel gave her. It was no use. The damn things were just way too big.
Marcel’s chuckle surprised her, and as she looked up, she saw him leaning against the door with his arms crossed in front of his chest and smiling.
“They’re not going to work,” she told him then tossed them onto the bed.
“Damn, woman, you sure can wear men’s clothing like no man can.” He unfolded his arms as she tried to pull the shirt down past her knees. He was standing in front of her a moment later and pulled her into his arms. Instinctively she laid her cheek against his belly and ribs, inhaling his scent, his cologne, and natural male smell. Her heart pounded in her chest. When his hands clasped behind her, against her lower back and rear, she smiled and her entire body warmed.
“You feel so good and so right in my arms, chère,” he whispered then kissed the top of her head. He released his hold and picked her up, carrying her out of the bedroom.
“Marcel, what are you doing?” she demanded to know as she held onto him.
“I’m carrying my woman to supper.”
“I can walk though, you know,” she stated.
“I know, Angel, I know.”
* * * *
They ate outside on a large wooden table that sat atop of a gorgeous patio, built by the Lafont men. They shared their stories about finding this location, about owning land, and about building the house itself. She complimented them on their work and Armand on his cooking. He sure did make a mean jambalaya. They offered her some wine, and she only had one glass because she knew she had to leave soon. The thought of leaving them made her heart ache. She had to be cautious. Despite their reassuring words and kindness, she still resisted. Well, just a little, because every chance the Lafont men had to touch her, embrace her, kiss her, or compliment her, they did and with charm and finesse. Her body hummed with need again, and thoughts of soreness were long gone. Could she handle more? Just as quickly as the question hit her brain, so did the response. Hell yeah!
“So the community center was a combined idea?” she asked.
“Yes. We all felt compelled to do it. The kids, they need a place that’s safe to learn and to be cared for when their mamas or papas are working,” Marcel told her.
“I like the idea about the handicapped facility for children with disabilities. Lots a times those kids are forgotten about,” she added, and they agreed.
The men made her sit and relax as they cleaned up from dinner. Eloi started a small fire in the fire pit, and they sat around it in large cushioned chairs talking about the facility and the work that lay ahead of them.
“I’m still concerned about the little accidents that keep happening around the construction site. It’s just not right,” Eloi stated as he caressed Angelique’s hand. He gave it a squeeze, and she knew he was recalling her near fall. The guys added their comments about the other incidents, and the need to not take it so lightly was discussed. Angelique was getting tired. It had been a long day, and she still needed to head back to Orchidea. She didn’t want to go, but she didn’t want to overstay her welcome. The men seemed a bit on edge. Maybe they were waiting for her to leave? Maybe they had second thoughts and didn’t want to risk hurting her. But she wasn’t hurt, and she wasn’t some kind of sex machine either. She stood up, and all four men looked at her.
“I really need to get going. I had a great time and the food was wonderful.” She looked toward Armand and smiled. “Thanks for everything,” she said then began to walk away. Eloi grabbed her hand to stop her, and her heart pounded inside of her chest. She didn’t want to leave them and hoped that they didn’t want her to leave, but this was all happening rather quickly. She should go.
“Stay,” Eloi whispered as he pulled her back over toward him and between his legs. He ran the palms of his hands up her legs and over her thighs until he reached her bare ass. Now Armand, Remy, and Marcel could see her naked ass, too. Her pussy clenched, and she grabbed his hands.
“I should go. I have a long drive back to—”
Eloi raised his eyebrows at her, and she turned away.
“I should go,” she whisp
ered.
“No,” he stated, gripping her hips tighter before lifting her so she could straddle his hips on his lap.
“We want you to stay,” he told her as he held her gaze.
“Yes, Angel. Don’t leave us,” Remy added, and then Marcel and Armand added similar requests for her to stay.
Eloi pulled her closer to his chest so she was forced to lay her face on his shoulder while he caressed her skin, lifting her shirt in the process. There was a sharp contrast between the cool night air and his very warm hand. She adjusted her legs, and he opened his legs, causing her rear to spread a little wider, giving his brothers a hell of a view of her pussy. The cool air increased her sexual desire as moisture leaked from her pussy.
“I want to feel you in my arms all night long, Angel,” Eloi whispered as he continued to caress her ass and then the crevice before dipping a finger into her cunt.
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