Page 62 of Her Patron
Who loved her more? Who pleasured her the most? Who sounded the greatest in her ear, and who made her feel the most in love? It was those sorts of questions that both entered her head and simultaneously didn’t matter. One moment, she was with Miquela, content to feel her deep, unrelenting thrusts drive into her while that heavy mouth devoured one side of her throat. Then she was with Sette, whose skillful touch and kisses to the other side of her neck were so loving that June almost fell in love with her all over again.
The best part? When she became fully aware of both of them, welcoming them inside of her and grateful to know them like this.
They caressed her. They fought to kiss her lips, separately and together. They worshipped the curve of her back and the round of her breasts. Hands pried apart her legs and pinned her to their laps. Teeth nipped her ears while breath warmed her skin. Growls, grunts, and feverish sounds of growing needs covered her body. One moment, she leaned against Miquela’s chest, immersed in her scent and feeling her urges course beneath her skin. The next? Falling back into Sette’s embrace, as tender as it was unrelenting.
June had discovered paradise. The moment she realized this, her body demanded she make the most of it.
“Fuck me,” she moaned, head resting back on Sette’s shoulder. “Oh, fuck me!”
Miquela responded to her first. No surprise, since the woman had yet to come and was so close to the edge that she was ready to succumb not once, but twice, so many times she became inhuman. Sette wasn’t far behind. The fact that the two of them found a rhythm with her spoke of their desire to work as a team. Two women who hadn’t known each other until they met her… and now they did this! For her!
Sette thrust up into her ass whenever Miquela slid out of her. This alternating motion soon had June grabbing them both and announcing that she hoped they were ready.
“Come with me, please,” she muttered against Miquela’s chin. As if she felt ignored, Sette slammed deep into her tightening ass. She shrieked. “Holy shit!”
“Your pleasure is my pleasure.” Miquela couldn’t pull out of her if she wanted. Not with Sette so adamantly going at June’s other end. “How about her?”
“I don’t fucking care!” She flung her arms around Miquela and rode them both, her poor body ready to unleash the last of its willpower. “I’m coming!”
Her sob wasn’t of pain or regret. She wasn’t sure why she was sobbing while she had the greatest sex of her life, but her cries did not go unanswered. Miquela finally gave in, hands snapping around her hips as she cried out. The sound sent so many shudders down June’s spine that her ass clenched Sette deep inside of her. No escape for either one of them!
The moment was so surreal that June seriously doubted it had even happened. One moment, she was minding her own business, enjoying her career and the simplicity she had cultivated over the years. Then she was in the middle of the hottest threesome the world could have given her. Not just sex and passion. Love. The absurdity!
Then again, it seemed the only way it could be possible for someone like her.
“I fucking love you.” Sette gave her one heavy kiss in the middle of her euphoric high and joined her, her body rising,risinguntil June felt nothing but absolute bliss.
June was the first to falter. Luckily, she had two women watching out for her, even in the haze of their own pleasure. Gingerly, she was lowered to the bed, Sette pulling out first, followed by Miquela. However, neither left her side, and she was glad of it.
“I love you, too.” Breathless, Miquela stroked her cheek and tickled the back of her neck. “Te amo, siempre.”
June’s eyes fluttered open, one hand on either of them. “Now say it in French.” She could barely hear herself.
Miquela’s lips brushed against her ear. “Je t’aime, toujours.”
She turned her attention to Sette, who was happy to be lightly kissed by such swollen lips. “What about you?”
“Did you forget that I said I loved you when I was deep in your ass? If that doesn’t count for something, I quit.”
“You know what? Speaking of…” Miquela freed herself from her straps and pushed herself up, sweaty and glorious as sheaddressed Sette on the other side of June. “I still haven’t come yet. Do me a favor, would you?”
It took Sette a moment to realize that was addressed to her. “Excuse me?”
“Come on, we all know that you’ve got that sexy little trick you do with your tongue and fingers. I’m dying over here, and she’s too worn out.”
June turned her head toward Sette. “Yeah. I’m too worn out. You should help her out with your tongue and fingers thing.”
“I can’t believe this. I’m being recruited for sexual services.”
“But you’ll do it, right?”
June laughed, enjoying the sweetest taste of Heaven a girl could ask for.
One Month Later
The Manoir didn’t often host private parties for the sole enjoyment of those who lived there. The most private things got were when everyone’s patrons were invited to a monthly banquet, but June’s patrons often chose to skip that in favor of doing other things… like absconding with her to Mexico or Europe for either one-on-one bonding or one of the raunchiestménage a toisanyone had seen.
But they made an exception for the party she threw the last weekend of Monique’s maternity leave. Up there in the mountains, the August weather wasn’t so bad. Cool, fresh air mingled with a warm, shining sun, bringing forth plenty of greenery and cute critters flitting about. Most of the party was hosted on the grand balcony overlooking the backyard, although a few stragglers were wandering inside and below in the hedge maze.
