Triple Dog Dare [Triple Trouble 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Tymber Dalton Page B

deep into her throat as she eagerly swallowed it. Her nose was buried between his balls as she felt his cock harden before spurts of hot juices filled her mouth. Swallowing as fast as she could, she moaned as his balls tightened and one last load emptied into her throat.
    Only then did he rise up on shaky arms and legs with a final, gentle kiss on her clit. Gasping for breath, she managed to look to either side and saw Brodey and Ain with nearly identical grins on their faces. The source of the hands, each still had a breast cupped in their palms.
    “That,” Ain said, his voice low and pleasantly growly, “was gorgeous.” He pulled her up and to him and kissed her, roughly, possessively, his need glowing hot in his fiery gaze. He scooched back on the bed and buried his hands in her hair. With his legs spread he guided her down to where his rigid cock stood straight up, twitching in eager excitement.
    She needed no further encouragement. She pounced on him, wrapping one hand around the base and another around his balls. He laughed at her soft, growling sounds as she swallowed him to the hilt.
    “That’s my girl,” he said.
    Brodey grabbed her hips and pulled her up onto her knees. “This is where I want you, babe,” he said. Two fingers parted her lips, sinking deep into her wet pussy. “Oh, yeah. You’re way more than ready.”
    He knelt between her legs. She wiggled her hips at him as she felt the engorged head of his cock press for entrance, then sink home.
    An involuntary moan of pleasure rolled from deep within her. She wanted him to fuck her. Hard.
    He lightly smacked her ass. “Is that what you want, baby?”
    Beyond words, mental or spoken, she softly mewed around Ain’s cock.
    “I think that’s a yes,” Ain said, his grip on her head tightening.
    The possessive gesture sent another wave of pleasure rippling through her, and Brodey felt it.
    “Oh, yeah. She liked that,” Brodey said. His fingers pleasantly dug into her hips as he withdrew until just the head of his cock was still buried inside her. Then he shot forward again, slamming deep inside her, his balls brushing against her clit from the movement.
    She moaned again, triggering another, deeper moan from Ain.
    “Fuck, yeah. Do that again,” he told Brodey.
    “My pleasure,” he grunted, now slamming into her, only his hands on her hips keeping her head from ramming into Ain’s stomach.
    Elain gave up all conscious thought. The pleasant ache of Brodey’s cock bottoming out inside her, combined with the possessive grip Ain had on her head, finished her off. Another orgasm rushed through her. She moaned around Ain’s cock and felt his balls tighten in her hand.
    “That’s it,” he grunted. “Let him fuck you good, baby. Just suck on my cock.”
    She wasn’t about to argue with that logic. Her cunt tightened around Brodey’s cock as another orgasm pulsed through her. She’d be pleasantly sore in the morning and enjoy every second of it.
    Brodey slapped her ass again, just a little sting only intensifying the pleasure rolling through her as she sucked harder on Ain’s cock.
    His fingers dug into her scalp. “Take it deep, baby,” he grunted before she felt his cock grow hot and hard, then empty into her ready mouth.
    With soft growls of pleasure, she swallowed every mouthful, wanting every drop she could suck from him. He finally had to pull her off his cock with a gentle laugh when she refused to let go.
    And still pleasure assaulted her from Brodey’s hard fucking. Smaller releases echoed and rebounded through her as he held back, each stroke harder and deeper than the last. She tried to help, fucking her body backward onto his cock, but Cail grabbed her hair.
    “Fuck, that’s sexy, babe.” His tone had turned deep and growly, and he guided her mouth back to his cock, which had grown hard again from watching.
    She threw her arms around his hips for balance and wrapped her lips around his girth. She didn’t have to do anything