The Blacksmith's Lovers (An MMF Bisexual Menage Threesome) (Short Sizzlers: MMF Book 4)
Book Details
Author(s)Roxie Noir
ISBN / ASINB00OVLL8UA
ISBN-13978B00OVLL8U4
Sales Rank431,325
MarketplaceUnited States 🇺🇸
Description
"We oughtn’t do this," he said, even as he ran one big hand over the other man’s chest.
Everyone at Dunvaig Castle knows that Angus, the blacksmith, and Thomas, the Master of Horse, are lovers, even if they've never so much as seen them touch.
Lorna, the Lord's daughter, knows that too, which is why she's permitted to be alone with Angus in his smithy. That's where she goes when she finds out she's to be married off to a lord she's never even met - Angus has always been kind and comforting to her, ever since she was a girl.
But then, when she bursts into tears in front of him and Thomas, they begin to comfort her in a different way.
She knows that she shouldn't take two lovers at once, especially her first time, but Lorna might not be able to resist these two big, burly, bisexual men.
The Blacksmith's Lovers contains explicit sexual material, including graphic descriptions of oral sex, gay anal sex, two bisexual men, an MMF threesome, squealing orgasms, cherry popping, and a whole lot more! Is it NOT for anyone under 18.
EXCERPT:
Without taking his hand off of Lorna, Angus put one hand on Thomas’s shoulder, then rubbed his neck, slid his hand up to the side of the other man’s face. It was rough but gentle, all at once, and finally he grabbed the front of the other man’s shirt and pulled them together, a little hard, their lips meeting.
Lorna watched in fascination as the two men kissed, their stubble scratching together. Angus moved his hand from Thomas’s shirt to the side of his face, stroking it, and then to the back of his head, seeming to crush the other man against him with a fierce need.
Thomas, for his part, still held one of Lorna’s hands in his own but with his other grasped Angus by the waistband of his trousers and pulled so that their bodies met in a crush. Lorna could almost feel the friction between them as the rubbed together, and she had the dangerous feeling again — this time, it was an ache that began in the pit of her stomach, and then worked itself downward, slowly, until it nestled in her loins.
Everyone at Dunvaig Castle knows that Angus, the blacksmith, and Thomas, the Master of Horse, are lovers, even if they've never so much as seen them touch.
Lorna, the Lord's daughter, knows that too, which is why she's permitted to be alone with Angus in his smithy. That's where she goes when she finds out she's to be married off to a lord she's never even met - Angus has always been kind and comforting to her, ever since she was a girl.
But then, when she bursts into tears in front of him and Thomas, they begin to comfort her in a different way.
She knows that she shouldn't take two lovers at once, especially her first time, but Lorna might not be able to resist these two big, burly, bisexual men.
The Blacksmith's Lovers contains explicit sexual material, including graphic descriptions of oral sex, gay anal sex, two bisexual men, an MMF threesome, squealing orgasms, cherry popping, and a whole lot more! Is it NOT for anyone under 18.
EXCERPT:
Without taking his hand off of Lorna, Angus put one hand on Thomas’s shoulder, then rubbed his neck, slid his hand up to the side of the other man’s face. It was rough but gentle, all at once, and finally he grabbed the front of the other man’s shirt and pulled them together, a little hard, their lips meeting.
Lorna watched in fascination as the two men kissed, their stubble scratching together. Angus moved his hand from Thomas’s shirt to the side of his face, stroking it, and then to the back of his head, seeming to crush the other man against him with a fierce need.
Thomas, for his part, still held one of Lorna’s hands in his own but with his other grasped Angus by the waistband of his trousers and pulled so that their bodies met in a crush. Lorna could almost feel the friction between them as the rubbed together, and she had the dangerous feeling again — this time, it was an ache that began in the pit of her stomach, and then worked itself downward, slowly, until it nestled in her loins.
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