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

memory, breathing every time he came out, relaxing her throat muscles and holding her breath every time he came in.
    It was an art. One she’d obviously learned well as it seemed to come quite naturally to her to not gag again. Kayne’s cock burned into her throat. In and out, he thrust. His guttural groans rocked her world.
    Maddox climbed off her, and she felt Riley coming down upon her body now. His cock entered her in one fast plunge, his pubic bone rubbing nicely against her clit, firing up her highly sensitized nerve endings once again. He thrust into her quickly and roughly, just like last night. His movements, sensual and well angled, hit different areas inside of her that Maddox hadn’t reached. Areas that were just as sensual and highly sensitive, and she was quickly drawn into another climax. She shuddered violently as the orgasm snapped through her. Gasped around Kayne’s cock as he continued his erotic thrusts.
    Riley grunted and groaned as he, too, spiraled into his pleasure. Soon, he climbed off her. Kayne untangled his fingers from hers and pulled his cock out of her mouth. His absence there left her feeling oddly abandoned. She heard the rip of foil and finally found the boldness to open her eyes to watch him roll on his condom. His gaze lifted and captured hers. The intensity of his arousal shot into her like an electrical jolt, and she heard Kayne moan softly as he must have felt it, too.
    Quickly, he loosened her ankle restraints and hoisted her legs up and over his heavily muscled shoulders, quickly spearing his cock into her sopping vagina. This new angle of penetration snapped raw, responsive nerve endings into an awareness that had her gasping at the intoxicating bliss shattering her senses. As he thrust into her vagina, he moved down on her body. His washboard, rigidly muscled tummy melted against her belly, his chest melted with her breasts, and his succulent mouth fused over hers in a passionate kiss that shattered her senses.
    His tongue plunged into her mouth, and the violence of how swiftly and unexpectedly he thrust past her lips and teeth had her gasping for breath. She quickly recovered and met him just as boldly. Their tongues dueled, submitted to each other, and made love.
    His plunges quickened, and she bucked against him, feeling the intensity of their combined friction. Hunger and awareness surged through her. This is what she needed. All three of them. One at a time. Maddox’s length, Riley’s roughness, and finally Kayne’s boldness. Their combined efforts had primed her and now led her right into the vortex of pleasure that she’d been craving. Her entire body convulsed, and she stiffened, then shattered into a mindless, wondrous rutting. And she became lost. Helplessly lost inside of the feelings. Inside him.
    It was magnificent. Perfect. Awesome.
    And she finally understood why she possessed such an intense need to remember them. To remember everything. Because fabulous sex like this and the deep, soul-clenching feelings that shot through her were things she wanted to explore and to remember.

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    The barely moving wind had a crisp bite to it when Kayne stepped out of the warm cabin and into the beautiful, golden, sun-washed valley of midmorning. It was cold despite the sun shining brightly, and the sky was clear and the bluest he’d seen it in a long time. Beyond the nearby river, the mountain range rose up like giant purple waves topped with whitecaps. Until this very moment, he didn’t realize how colorful everything suddenly looked again. Hadn’t realized that the color had truly gone out of his life since Eve had been gone.
    He swallowed a tremendous shot of excitement. Now that she was back and he was having sex with her again, things were starting to look nice. Inside himself he felt better, too, but he craved having all of her back.
    Before her memory loss, she’d been more playful, easy to tease. She’d taunt the guys and himself if she didn’t get her