Tempted by Two Angels [Notorious Nephilim 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Carolyn Rosewood

said Sterling.
    “I don’t want to leave,” she said, looking from one man to the other. “Let’s stay here. Please. I’m all right.” She feared the spell would be broken if they had to gather their things and return to the resort.
    Hugh looked around the room, raising his eyebrows as he spotted something on a shelf. He walked over and pulled down two thick blankets. He shook them out then put them on the floor next to Caleigh. “These will help. Put the one you’re sitting on over these.”
    She fixed the blankets, deliberately wiggling her ass while they both watched. The anticipation coursing through her veins made her heart race.
    “You’re a bad girl, Caleigh.” Hugh’s voice sent a shiver through her. He’d said the same thing in his suite, right before he paddled her senseless.
    “I know.” She turned to face him. “I should be punished. By both of you.”
    Hugh’s eyes darkened. “I don’t think we can ignore an offer like that, can we Sterling?”
    “Hell no. It would be rude.”
    Caleigh moaned at the look of lust in Sterling’s eyes. He took her arm and pulled her to her feet. “Over here, beautiful.” He led her to the shelves Hugh had pulled the blankets from then told her to lean against them.
    Hugh began digging around on the shelves while Sterling massaged her ass cheeks. Caleigh stuck her ass our farther and leaned on her elbows. Her pussy was so wet she could feel the juices on her upper thighs.
    Sterling spanked each ass cheek with his hand, but it didn’t really sting. Caleigh made little noises in the back of her throat, but neither man was fooled.
    “You might as well tickle her with a feather,” said Hugh. He pulled an oar off the shelf. “Here. Try this. She likes it rough, Sterling.”
    “Oh God…”
    He grinned and she nearly came. When Sterling struck her ass with the oar, she jumped.
    “Don’t move or he might accidentally hit your thighs. We don’t want to bruise anything but that perfect ass.”
    She forced herself to stand still. As Hugh watched Sterling strike her again, his hand drifted down to his swollen, red cock. He began to stroke it, and Caleigh watched, fascinated, while Sterling paddled her with the oar. It stung far worse than Hugh’s paddle had, but she was riveted to Hugh’s hands on his own cock. Hugh’s gaze was locked on her ass and Sterling’s swinging arm.
    The pain on her ass competed with the throbbing of her clit. She’d never been so excited in her life. Hugh began to grunt, and he suddenly pushed Sterling aside and stepped behind Caleigh. She thought he was going to fuck her, but instead hot cum stung her ass cheeks. It burned, but she stood still and let him finish.
    “Don't move,” he commanded. “It’s my turn.”
    “Hang on,” said Sterling. Caleigh turned to watch him pull the blankets over to where she stood. “Kneel down, Caleigh.”
    She did as he asked, then he teased her lips with his dick, slick with pre-cum. “Paddle her while I fuck her in the mouth.”
    Before she could protest, Sterling pushed his cock into her mouth, filling it with his salty, musky taste. Caleigh had to wrap her hands around his muscled thighs and hang on as Hugh paddled her ass with the oar. The pain was crazy, but it aroused her even further. She craved it. The sensation of Sterling fucking her in the mouth while being paddled was overwhelming, and another orgasm began to build. Caleigh reached down with one hand to stroke her clit, slowly, prolonging the sweet torture.
    Finally Hugh stopped paddling her, and as he did, Sterling came in her mouth. She tried to swallow all of it but some dripped down her chin. He helped her to her feet and held her close, burying his face in her hair and whispering her name. She clung to him, shivering from the overwhelming emotions.
    “Are you okay?” He looked into her eyes with so much tenderness she had a moment of fear. It would be madness to fall for him—for either of them. This was hot sex, nothing