Springer, Jan - Be My Dream Tonight [The Desperadoes 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Jan Springer

whispered harshly. She wasn’t sure if he was talking to her or to himself.
    But she realized he was speaking to the other two because she heard both Riley and Kayne groan in reply. Their guttural sounds sent a wave of desperation lashing through her. She realized she wanted this. Badly. Wanted it now.
    Kayne’s plunges into her mouth became even softer, gentler. Torturously sensual. To the point where she wanted him to just go wild and fuck her mouth. But he didn’t.
    She felt her other leg being pulled wider, followed by the softness of a restraint around her left ankle.
    “This will keep you nicely in place.” Riley chuckled from somewhere to the left of the couch, near her feet. Involuntarily, she tugged both her legs to see how much pull she had. Nothing budged. She really was tied wide open for them.
    “Reach up and give me your hands, colt,” Kayne demanded. “Keep your eyes closed.” His voice sounded thick and raw, tortured. She trembled at the dusky sound.
    Reluctantly, she uncurled her hands from where she’d been clutching the pillow and reached up. She’d expected him to put restraints on her wrists. He didn’t. Instead, his fingers intertwined with hers and he held her, warm and strong. He kept plunging into her mouth in a regular, leisurely rhythm that made her ache for a stronger stroke. His cock always hit the back of her throat, and then he’d pull out.
    “I’ll let you know when I’m coming into your throat, colt. Then you’ll relax your throat muscles. Do you remember how I taught you?”
    She didn’t remember. Not really. Just flashes of instinct and splits of memories, jumbled, kind of like a puzzle. Since he’d let go of her head, she was able to nod, although it wasn’t really the truth.
    “Good. Good,” he whispered, and she heard the appreciation and happiness in his voice. It made her feel guilty. But only for a second, because Mad was gaining her attention.
    She felt the couch on each side of her shoulders dip, knew Mad was bracing himself with his arms. His hips rocked into hers, and his solid cock worked its way into her. Her vaginal muscles stretched frantically to accommodate his size. Gosh, he was huge.
    She held tighter to Kayne.
    He chuckled as he kept fucking her mouth. “You always did panic a bit when Maddox first fucked you. You’ll get into it. Just relax.”
    Her vaginal muscles stretched more as Mad surged into her. Immense heat whiplashed through her at his impalement. She moaned at the lovely fullness.
    Quickly, he withdrew and then stroked into her again. His penetration came in long, deep strokes that had her gasping and bucking her hips as sweet shudders raced through her.
    Kayne’s fingers held hers tighter as she fought to reach the impending climax. She tightened her muscles around Mad’s thick cock every time he thrust into her vagina. Every inch of his shaft sent erotic sensations shimmering through her. She moaned and bucked as he thrust into her over and over. In seconds the agonizing pleasure snowballed, and she exploded into the gasping vortex of the arousal she’d been craving in those flashbacks.
    She went wild. That’s the only way she could explain it. Wild as she slipped into the pleasure. And so did Kayne and Maddox. Kayne’s fingers gripped her harder, and his cock began to thrust faster. Mad’s plunges became rougher, quicker. Somewhere she could hear Riley’s breaths coming faster, too. Their combined breaths shot through the air, intermingling with her whimpers and their guttural groans. The sounds were like sweet music to her ears.
    Maddox rode her through the climax, moving against her hard and fast until the orgasm subsided into small spasms.
    “Relax those throat muscles.” Kayne gasped. He must have been waiting for her to come down, because now he was beginning to go deeper into her mouth. She did as he asked, and soon he was sinking down into her throat. Her gag reflex kicked in, but she moved from what she hoped was