STORY EXCERPT

Angelique banged the wheel in frustration after sitting in all the tourist traffic through downtown New Orleans. Finally she made it to the section of storefronts that more locals frequented than the tourists. She found a spot to park about a block from Maw Maw Millie’s beads and material shop. Angelique loved visiting the old shop and Maw Maw Millie. Although she wasn’t a grandmother, the older woman loved people thinking of her that way. She was really sweet and always got Angelique the supplies she needed to make her special orders. The best part was that Millie promised to never reveal what Angelique was sewing and making. Maw Maw Millie was one of Angelique’s hired seamstresses and also an old friend of her mother, Augusta Aubert. Angelique sighed. She lost both her parents, Augusta and Phillip Aubert, in a car accident when she was sixteen. Her sisters helped to raise Angelique, and she was the youngest of five. The sisters took responsibility for Angelique as well as all the debt and poor family reputation. Each of the women had worked hard to reform the family name. Angelique was proud of her sisters. Angelina and Elle owned a small restaurant called Aubert’s, and Mikayla worked for a realty company, and Illeanna worked for a restaurant as a chef.

She walked past one of the bars, noting the crowds of people that gathered there. As she headed toward the storefront, she heard some scuffling and laughter behind her and then the crude comments.

“Hey, darling, where are you running off to?” someone called after her, and when she turned around, three men were closing in.

Angelique rolled her eyes in exasperation and ignored them as she continued walking. She heard their whistles as she hurried toward Millie’s storefront. They continued to make comments and demanded for her to stop and talk with them. By the sounds of their slurred speech, she knew they were drunk. The storefront was just another two stores ahead. She would find safety in Maw Maw Millie’s place.

“Hey, we’re talking to you!” She felt the hand on her shoulder and one man abruptly turn her toward them.

Instinctively she swatted his hand off her shoulder and gave her meanest look, despite their intimidating stares and aggressive appearance.

“Get your hands off of me,” she yelled then placed her hands on her hips. She took in their appearance and just knew she was in trouble. The three men were dressed like they came from the gator with their cutoff blue jean shorts and dirty shirts. They reeked of alcohol, and it was only noontime.

“I’ve been looking for you, darling. Come with me and I promise you some loving,” the tallest and bulkiest of the creeps stated as he took her wrist and pulled her toward him. She screamed, of course, and tried her hardest to pull out of his grasp. Her face wedged up against his smelly chest, and she couldn’t get loose. She felt the other two touch her ass, and one rubbed himself against her backside. She fought like a wild woman as the others continued to taunt her and touch her. It all happened in a matter of seconds. As the one slob of a big guy moved in to kiss her, the other released one of her hands, and she made her move and struck the other across his face. Her nails cut his cheek, and a second later, she was shoved toward the wall but tripped over the third drunk’s feet and landed on the ground. Angelique felt the pain as her thigh hit the concrete and scraped across the rough ground. As she attempted to get up, a dark shadow appeared, tossing the men one at a time away from her.

“Come here, darling. My boys will take care of them,” Maw Maw Millie stated as she helped Angelique to her feet. The consoling touch made her realize that she was out of immediate danger, but she could hear the chaos going on behind her.

“You okay, sugar?” someone asked, and when she looked up, she locked gazes with a very tan and handsome man with big green eyes.

ADULT EXCERPT

Armand took a deep breath as he walked up the steps to the gazebo. He didn’t know if Eloi was fucking with him or not about removing Angelique’s panties. All he knew was that he thought she left and then Margarite mentioned to her men that she felt maybe Angelique was scared of him and his brothers because of a bad experience with a man. He was jealous, and he was angry, but mostly overwhelmed with the need to find her and hold her. Marcel and Remy were saying good night to their parents then headed this way. Eloi had picked a great spot to make out with Angelique. His dick felt so damn hard that each step he took was torture.

“What seems to be happening here? You got some trouble, Sheriff?” Armand asked, and Angelique swayed.

“This woman of ours got no panties on. She thinks that she is actually going to go home like this,” Eloi stated then licked along Angelique’s neck, causing her to roll her head back. Armand took position behind her.

“Really?” he asked then slowly bent down a little, placing his hands on her knees before slowly sliding them up and under her dress. He could feel the soft, smooth skin on Angelique’s legs. They were shaking, and her body moved toward Eloi.

“Really. Have yourself a look,” Eloi said, and Armand continued to push upward until he covered her ass cheeks with the palms of his hands.

“Oh God!” Angelique whispered then jumped as Armand pressed his erection between her ass cheeks. Even with the dress pants on, she could feel his hard cock. He moved his hands to her hips and squeezed while he thrust slowly, causing her to spread her legs apart a few inches.

“You’re right, Eloi, she’s not wearing any panties,” Armand whispered against her bare shoulder.

“She’s naughty, that’s why,” Eloi said then reached up and pinched her nipples despite the material barrier.

Armand pulled her back against his chest then glided his hands to the front of her waist from behind. He nibbled on her neck, and she laid her head back against his left shoulder.

“You know what happens when a man finds a woman naked under her dress?” he asked, and she squirmed as her breathing grew rapid. He squeezed her hip bones, and she lightly pulled back toward Eloi. Armand wouldn’t have it. It was his turn with their woman. He wrapped his arm around her waist and used his other hand to cup her pussy. She moaned again, and he caressed the folds, amazed at how hot and wet she was.

“Fuck, baby, you hot, hot, hot down there,” Armand whispered as he used his fingers to spread her folds.

“She’s real hot, Armand, and wet and delicious,” Eloi responded as he helped to lift her left leg up and place it on the bench. Armand adjusted his stance and his hold of her.

“She looks so edible, Armand. Her breasts pushed out like so, her red, plump lips parted, and her legs spread just right. You have to taste her.”

“So do we,” Remy chimed in as he and Marcel approached the gazebo from behind Eloi.

“What took you so long?” Armand asked while he pressed two fingers up into Angelique and made her moan. His brothers just stared in amazement as they took position in front of her and beside Eloi.

“We’re here now. That’s all that matters, and I want some dessert,” Marcel stated then fell to his knees in front of Angelique. He caressed her thighs as he raised her dress higher.

“Can I take me a taste, Angel?” Marcel asked.

Angelique tried to look at him, but instead she moaned and thrust her hips toward him and against Armand’s fingers.

“I think that’s a yes, bro,” Eloi said then chuckled.

Armand slowly removed his fingers to give Marcel some room. He cupped her right breast and pinched the nipple.

“Oh yeah, this here looks real good,” Marcel whispered as he spread her pussy lips and licked her folds. Angelique muffled her own scream as her body tightened then shook in Armand’s arms.

“She likes that a real lot, bro, keep it up,” Armand told him, and Marcel continued to get his taste of their woman.

It was Remy who began kissing Angelique’s shoulder on her left side then slowly pushed her dress down low enough to pull a breast from confinement. He poked out his tongue and licked her nipple, causing it to bead before their eyes.

“She’s real responsive,” Armand whispered while he tweaked the nipple and breast he held in his own hand. He could feel her body shaking and her moans grew louder.

“My hands. Oh, please untie me,” she begged as she tried to pull her hands forward.

“That’s your punishment for trying to leave here with no panties on,” Eloi reprimanded with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“But I can’t touch them and I can’t take it, I’m going to explode,” she told them.

Marcel increased his speed while he finger-fucked her and caressed her inner thighs.

They could hear Marcel slurping then Angelique moan again.

“Oh God, what are you doing down there?” she demanded to know. Her voice sounded deep and sexy to them. Whatever Marcel was up to, it was making their woman wild.

“My turn, bro,” Armand interrupted. Then Marcel kissed her pussy before he rose to his feet and took Armand’s position holding Angelique.

He stood in front of her and smiled.

“She looks so fucking hot, yeah?” Armand asked out loud. He absorbed her naked body from the waist down, her wet pussy and her long, toned legs. He could see the blush across her breasts, which were now both out from behind the confines of the dress she wore. She looked like a goddess. Their goddess.

Armand bent down and kissed her leg from behind her knee to her inner thigh. She squirmed and wiggled as Marcel held her against his chest with his arm wrapped around her waist and his hand over her breast.

“Fucking beautiful,” Armand whispered then poked his tongue out to taste the glistening cream that continued to leak from her pussy.

“You hot for us, huh, chère?” he asked then plunged his tongue inside her folds. Her legs gave out, but Marcel caught her, and Remy placed a hand under her thigh to spread her wider for Armand’s ministrations as well as for support. She continued to moan as Armand sucked, nibbled, and licked her pussy in between pressing his finger in and out of her cunt. She was hot and wet for them, and he felt triumphant. She wanted them, and he was certain this would work out. He continued to finger-fuck her in between licks as she moaned and thrust her hips forward.

“I can’t take it,” she nearly growled as her body dipped, and she burst into flames beneath his wicked tongue. He licked and sucked until she was shaking for release, and then he felt the tap to his shoulder. Remy wanted in.

Armand kissed Angelique’s pussy then slowly rose, caressing her thighs on his way back up.

“Sit down with her there,” Remy told Marcel, and Marcel pulled her to the bench.

Armand lifted her so she was sitting on Marcel with her back against him and her legs over his thighs, spread wide before them.

She had to sit up because her hands remained tied behind her back, but the position caused her breasts to push forward as well as her pussy. It was such a sight.

“Fucking amazing, Remy. She looks like a feast,” Armand complimented as Remy knelt down between her legs.

“Don’t she, and she’s all mine, too,” he whispered as he blew warm air against her folds.