Gordon, Solara - Jet Lag Blues (Siren Publishing PolyAmour) by Solara Gordon

Val’s hot sheath and thrust. Her wetness flowed over his fingers and lubed part of his palm. Turning his hand sideways, he found her clit and began rubbing in short and tight circles across her swollen crest. Her throaty uhhmmm and backward thrust said more than if she’d spoken.
    “Yes, love. Enjoy.” Darryl worked his fingers in and out, stroking Val’s clit in between. Mason’s eyes narrowed as her head began bobbing in earnest.
    Darryl snuggled up tight to her and pressed home, guiding his cock deep into her. “Wet, hot, and—aah.” He gasped and grabbed her hips, holding her tight to him.
    Spasm after spasm squeezed him, bringing him closer to the edge. Val could come several times before she hit her hard, bliss-causing one. Darryl slowly eased back, taking his time to rub against her G-spot before sliding almost all the way out. He waited as her wetness washed over him, lubricating the condom and him.
    “Slow down, love,” Darryl whispered, leaning forward and nipping her shoulder. “I want us to come together. Let’s try and keep up with each other.”

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    Mason twisted the bedspread bunched his hands left and right. “I don’t know how much longer...I–I–I can last.” He panted and shook his head. “This is so damn good. Better than my fantasies ever were or could be. Milk me dry, love.”

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    Val arched her back as Darryl nipped closer to her neck and pushed back in her pussy. Heat and need coiled tighter and deeper in her belly. Mason’s hands dropped the bedspread and clutched her head, holding her steady as he began thrusting with faster and shorter strokes in and out of her mouth. As if Darryl could read and feel the rhythm, he quickened his pace, working his thrusts counter to Mason’s.
    Val could feel Mason getting harder and warmer with each thrust. His hips jerked upward and remained off the bed. His balls tapped her chin with each shudder. Keeping suction as steady as she could, she pulled back, slackening off on how much of Mason she took. She bobbed down and released him. “Signal when you are ready to blow. I will swallow but need to know so I don’t choke.” She reached for him, ready to tuck him back into her mouth.
    “Not yet.” Mason covered his cock. “I want to watch Darryl work you into a frenzy. See you come once before I cream for you.” He slipped his hand up and down his shaft before returning to the head and squeezing. “Oh, yes. I can last a bit longer. Make her come, Darryl. Get her so wet she can’t hold back.”

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    Darryl brought back a hand and connected with Val’s ass. A loud smack sounded. Another followed. “God you’re so tight when I do that. Use your muscles and work me like you’re doing to Mason with your mouth.”

    * * * *

    Val nodded and tightened as she rocked back and forth, trying to keep pace with Darryl. Desire roared up out of her belly and erupted like a volcanic explosion, taking her deep into its grip. Her eyes closed, and she leaned forward, crooning as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her. “Another please,” she managed to spit out.

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    “Damn that is beautiful,” Mason moaned. Val looked up and caught his gaze along with his hand slowly caressing his shaft in an upward stroke, stopping below the head as though he teased himself. His hot, eye-humping stare made her throat go dry. His eyes raked over her, up and down as though he memorized and touched every part of her.
    Rising up on her hands, Val glimpsed back at Darryl, also seeing his heat gaze focused on her. Searing tendrils of wanton need exploded deep in her pussy, increasing as she glanced from Mason to Darryl and back. One more delicious orgasm and she was down. Down for the count and out. Sleep and bliss demanded satisfaction as well.
    Val reached out with one hand, motioning Mason closer. “I need to taste and feel you throb as I bring you off.” She licked her lips and leaned toward him.

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    Darryl clasped