Forrest, Dawn - Sweet Water Wedding: Sharing Shannon (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (43 page)

“I’m now on my honeymoon, Mac, so I know I’m going to love it.” She smiled happily and started up the steps to the plane with his hand on her ass.

He thanked the Lord Almighty again for his good fortune. He hadn’t really been bothered about having a big wedding, but it had turned out to be one of the best days in his life so far. He said a soulfelt prayer for his parents and hers and followed her into the cabin.

They sat in big, comfortable leather seats facing each other. He had taken his jacket off a long time ago, after the first dance, and now he placed it on the seat next to him. Once the plane had taken off and leveled out he opened a bottle of darn fine champagne and poured them both a glass.

“To us,” he said and they clinked glasses. “Crystal just isn’t good enough for the quality of this champagne. I want to sip from the finest vessel.”

Rachael looked puzzled.

“Take off your dress.” He deliberately used that steely, commanding voice that got her hot and wanting.

She looked startled at first, but then smiled seductively as she undid her seat belt and stood. She reached to the side of her dress and fiddled for a second at the waist. As the material floated to the floor he discovered that she wasn’t wearing a dress but a bodice and skirt. She stepped out of the skirt and stood before him in white, dainty silk shoes, stockings, suspenders and a lacey string thong. She deliberately turned her back on him, widened her stance and bent over at the waist to pick her skirt up off the floor. As she most certainly intended he got an eyeful. There was definitely something different but he couldn’t figure out what. She looked very…pink and fresh.

“Stay there. I want to see my ass and pussy.”

He leaned forward and inhaled her unique scent of sex and the tangy fresh ocean combined with the natural vanilla oil she often wore.

It suddenly clicked what she’d had done. “My oh my, Rachael. For a woman who ain’t too bothered about preening and makeup you certainly do it where it counts.” He appreciated the now light pink little rosette that had a “come hither” look about it.

“I thought you’d like it,” she said, twisting her head to give him a wink.

“I like everything about you, darlin’, spruced or not, but I must say that’s the prettiest asshole I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing.”

“Great, because it’s the only one you’ll ever see.”

She really couldn’t resist making the little comments, remarks, and snappy rejoinders that just had him wanting to…
take
her. She darn well knew it too.

He groaned, leaned back, and tightened his grip on his seat.

“Stand up straight and turn around. I want to see what is mine.”

She placed the skirt on another seat, turned, smiled at him, and then began to remove the soft material that decorated the plunging scooped neckline. Just like that the modest bodice was transform into a half cup basque, displaying her breasts on a shelf like fruit for purchase.

Damn, she’d been wearing this disguised outfit the whole time. Just looking at her presented this way had his mouth watering and his cock thrumming. He exercised extreme control and locked down his expression because the game was only beginning.

He nodded with restrained approval. “Very, very good, I like it, darlin’, now come here.”

She stepped in front of him. He played with the lace of her thong, hooked his thumbs under the string, and gently pulled down. He blew hot breath on her clit and heard her gasp. He slowly ran his hands across her ass and then down her legs as he pulled the thong to her ankles. She put her hands on his shoulders for balance as she stepped out of the scrap of material that was hardly worth wearing, except of course so that he could take it off. For a long moment he simply inhaled her scent.

“Sit on the seat and place your knees over the armrests. I want to better look at my cunt. Yes, that’s very good, love. Now spread your pussy lips wide for me.” He could see moisture glisten on and within her petal-like folds. “You’re creaming yourself again, aren’t you, darlin’?”

She nodded, breathing shallowly. The by now familiar pink first flush of desire was creeping across her pale skin.

He leaned forward and sucked a nipple hard, then reclined her seat right back to horizontal and placed two cushions and a napkin under her ass. She was now spread wide open before him with her bottom tilted upward. Her freed tits looked just as great from this angle. He raised his glass to her.

“You’re not going to—” She gasped but didn’t finish as he knelt between her legs and poured some of the champagne from his glass into her cunt. Then he lapped at her like a parched dog at a water bowl.

“Your pussy juice tastes delicious with champagne, darlin’.”

“Mmm, a sort of ‘Fucks Fizz,’” she managed to moan.

He chuckled. She was quick-witted even with his tongue swirling and his lips slurping at her soft flesh chalice. It was time to make his wife mindless with pleasure. He felt a real buzz of excitement and satisfaction now that he could call her that. He coated his fingers with the contents of a small bottle of lube that he had stashed in his jacket pocket. Slowly he slid two thick fingers into her pretty ass, two into her pussy and used his tongue and thumb to tease and suck on her plump clit. He scissored his fingers and slowly pumped in and out until she was shrieking, chanting his name and writhing on the seat. He knew when she’d climaxed by the strangle hold that her pussy and ass locked on his hand. She knew better than to plead with him to stop. He was, however, feeling merciful; after all, they’d had a long day. He slowed his movements and waited a minute before starting again, and then again.

“Joshua, I’d be passed out by now if the blood wasn’t rushing to my head.” She gasped, catching her breath.

“One advantage of being at an incline,” he drawled as he wiped his face. He was surprised to find that he hadn’t spilled much of the drink at all and the napkin was practically dry.

He removed the cushions but didn’t put her totally upright. When he saw her lying with her eyes glazed and mouth open, panting, he just couldn’t help himself. He lost his pants and Jockeys in seconds, and because he was so tall, he easily straddled her chest. His feet were planted either side of the half reclined seat. His very large balls nestled on top of her soft tits.

“What. Is. That?” she said, taking a hold of his cock and moving it to the side.

She was looking at his shaved pubic hair and the tattoo. It was a competition to see if shock or mirth won out. She started to chuckle, yeah he figured it’d go that way.

“It’s the truth.” He growled.

Her mouth split open in a wide smile and he wasn’t a man to miss an opportunity.

“Open just a little wider, darlin’, I’ve something here that belongs to you.”

He threaded his hands into her hair on either side of her head and slowly fed her his huge, very hard cock.

“Take it all, baby, like I know you can,” he ordered.

She’d been practicing the art of deep throating on bananas and that just smacked of love and dedication in his eyes. Problem was he was bigger. He knew that Rachael liked it rough, but he didn’t want to bruise her tonsils with his ten and a half inch tool. He pushed forward slowly and felt her relax her throat to prevent gagging. God, he nearly came just from the sight of her lips spread full, wide, and tight around his girth, his balls hanging under her chin. It fed that sinful, perverted desire he had to sexually dominate. It was the desire he knew she craved. The heat and wetness of her mouth compounded his need. He retreated and constrained himself to shallower thrusts, allowing her to run her tongue along his length and apply a strong suction. He pulled out to delay his release and offered up his heavy balls for her to lick and suck. Fuck, the sight of his big, swollen, cum-filled balls on her face sent him over. He lost it. He grabbed his cock in one hand and came, roaring his release and spurting warm, thick globs of his cum all over her face, marking her as his own.

Shit, he’d never done that before, she’d always swallowed it. Concern for Rachael and worry that she might be pissed off swamped the absolute bliss of a few seconds ago. Rachael said nothing for a moment, just sat looking at him with cum slowly sliding down her lovely face. He couldn’t help himself; it turned him on big time. She closed her eyes and sighed with what sounded like satisfaction before extending her tongue out of her mouth and licking around her lips.
Holy fuck.
She gave him a slow sexy smile and he knew that he was a blessed man. He reached for another napkin and wiped her face clean, then kissed her gently and kissed her some more.

Chapter 24

Shannon was talking with Susan when the Farley brothers, Colin’s siblings, pulled her onto the dance floor as the band started to play a slow song. They had her trapped between their hard bodies like brackets on a bookcase.

“Are you sure that you wouldn’t rather have our company tonight at Flora’s Place?” Harry asked seductively.

“Sorry, boys,” she said wriggling to give herself more room, “but I think that James and Luke might have something to say about that.”

“They’re too old for you, you need some young fun. Anyway, they don’t usually complain.”

“What do you mean?”

Tom shrugged. “It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve had a woman after them. Don’t fret, Shannon, we like the fact that they’ve broken you in for some double riding. Ain’t nothin’ to be ashamed of in these parts. You’re a beautiful, single woman, and we can show you a good time.”

“No, boys, you can’t.” Shannon heard the deep, serious tones of Luke’s voice. “We don’t take too kindly to anyone disrespecting and hitting on our girlfriend.” He looked a little pissed off.

“Girlfriend?” Both boys sounded surprised.

“Yep, so run along and get your own.”

“We’re very sorry, Shannon. We didn’t know it was serious. No offense, we think that you’re lovely,” Harry said looking sheepish.

Shannon didn’t know whether to feel shocked, angry, insulted or flattered. She was in a good mood so she erred on the happy side.

“No problem, boys.” Shannon smiled, knowing that they hadn’t meant to be rude, not that kind of rude anyway.

“Sorry, Luke man,” Harry said backing away.

“Nice going, dude.” Tom grinned with a parting wink.

“The vultures are circling and I think it’s time to leave. I don’t want to be completely beat when we get back to Sweet Water.” Luke grinned suggestively at her.

“Well if you’re too tired I guess I know where there are a couple of young, fun things waiting in the wings,” she teased.

“We’ll manage to keep you entertained lady, make no mistake.” He scowled then sighed, “And now my privates are aching again.”

“Privates? Seems to me they’re altogether too public.”

Before Luke could reply James came sauntering over.

“Janet and Rachael’s parents have everything covered, y’all wanna slip the rope?”

“Yes,” they replied at the same time.

A few guests formed a human chain and helped Shannon, Luke, and James, pack the wedding presents into the trunk of the limo. Shannon’s overnight bag was already stashed in the back. They were going to stay at Sweet Water for the night, or more accurately, the morning. Janet was staying at Mitch’s house, which was close to the hotel, so the three of them would have the ranch house to themselves. The party was still going strong when they said goodnight to the other guests, thanked the hotel staff and management, and left.

James ensured that the privacy screen between them and the driver was in place once they were seated in the limo.

“This has been a great wedding,” Shannon sighed, snuggling up between them.

“It’s not over yet. We’re gonna put some cowboy lovin’ on you that you’ll never forget,” James drawled as he kissed her neck. When he deliberately thickened his accent his words flowed like rich, smooth molasses on a hot summer’s day in Texas.