Angelique (16 page)

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Angelique held on to Armand as he covered her body with his own. In between swatting away hands and laughing, Armand rolled her to the right, causing her to straddle his hips. Her wet strands of hair cascaded over her shoulder as she held his gaze. A commotion was going on behind her, and a moment later Eloi was pulling off her T-shirt while the others stripped.

She looked down, holding Armand’s gaze. When he cupped her breasts from underneath, making the hardened buds stand out even further, she inhaled, feeling the stretch against her rib cage.
“Lift up,” Remy told her then assisted as he held her hips. Armand let go of her breasts to undo his pants and wiggle out of them just as Eloi caressed her shoulder and her back. Eloi leaned in and kissed her neck until he found her lips. She knelt up and could feel Armand wiggling beneath her, and then she felt a finger spreading her folds. She gasped against Eloi’s mouth, but the man was kissing her deeply. Eloi reached around and cupped her breast, and immediately she felt his thick, hard cock against her rear.

“I want this ass,
chère
. Will you let me make love to this ass, baby?” he asked after releasing her lips. She nodded her head just as she felt the fingers move from her pussy and Armand’s cock take their place. Armand lifted her by her hips and placed her back down onto his shaft. She took him in fast and oh, so deep. Before she could recover, Armand was pumping up into her while Eloi was pressing her chest down over Armand. It caused Armand to penetrate deeper and for her to moan a small release. Armand grabbed ahold of her hair and neck, pulling her mouth closer to his for a kiss. Eloi gently pressed her thighs farther apart, and she felt the cool air collide with her puckered hole.

“Oh God!” she moaned right before Armand kissed her. Their tongues collided, and a duel began over who would dominate this kiss more. Angelique was up for the challenge as she thrust her hips down, eliciting a moan from Armand and a slap to her ass from Eloi.

She couldn’t reprimand Eloi as Armand had his tongue inside of her mouth and his hands pulling her tight against him. Next thing she felt was the cool liquid to her anus and then Eloi’s cock. He pressed the bulb head through her tight rings as Armand held her in place.

“Fucking beautiful!” Eloi growled then pushed into her from behind. She gasped for air, pulling her mouth from Armand’s and trying to adjust to the too-full position.

“Oh!” she moaned again, and the men began to thrust over and over. Eloi seemed to be moving in and out of her faster, but before she could analyze the situation and comprehend the emotions, she felt Remy was touching her cheek and holding his cock in his hand. She knew exactly what he wanted as she licked her lips and opened wide.

“Oh fuck, Angel!” Remy stated and she saw the pre-cum drip from the mushroom top just as she poked her tongue out to take a taste.

“Fuck, that’s hot!” both Armand and Eloi said at the same time as they thrust their hips in sync.

Despite the fact that she could hardly catch her breath, something carnal and erotic came over her. She could smell Remy’s scent, and she craved his taste. She wanted to lick him, suck on him, and leave her mark on him, just like the men wanted to leave on her. She sucked as much of his cock as she could into her mouth and began to pull back and forth. Remy allowed her to set the pace, but she was suddenly out of control. She reached underneath to cup his balls as she licked along the hard muscle and sucked the tip. Up and down, in and out, until Remy grabbed her head and thrust in deep. She nearly choked as Armand pushed forward and Eloi exploded inside of her. She felt his hot semen and a full feeling inside. She sucked Remy until he finished then slowly released him. Eloi carefully pulled out of her but was replaced by Marcel. Another shot of lube to her ass and he dove right in before she had time to recover. In and out, he thrust his hips, sending her harder against Armand and his awaiting arms and mouth. The feel of Marcel’s fingers digging into her hips as he thrust his cock into her ass set her on fire again. Like some out-of-control inferno, she screamed her release just as Armand tightened his hold and thrust up into her. She felt his hot semen as Armand exploded inside of her with Marcel following suit. In a flash, she imagined having their baby. Was that something they wanted with her? She still wasn’t certain where this would lead, but she was ready to give it a chance.

The men growled as they continued the after thrusts until they were sure they marked her their own.

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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 stomped 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.