Acres, Natalie - Propositioned by Outlaws [Outlaws 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Natalie Acres

Lapping at her nipple, he indulged in her body. He devoured her like Art had imagined he later would.
    Son of a bitch. Art never imagined Victoria would respond like a woman in heat.
    Ducking down behind a haystack, he peered around the straw and listened to the sounds of sex. Bodies slapped together. Voices whimpered in unison. They fucked each other like they might be damned if they didn’t take all the other one offered.
    Art’s cock was as hard as timber as he watched the loving progress. He heard the cries of passion as signs of their fulfillment echoed throughout the barn and rocked his senses, shattered his nerves.
    Victoria collapsed against Lane’s chest a few seconds later, and as Art stood there in the shadows, he saw the signs of a ruined man and knew what he had to do. Lane need not worry. He would save him from the catastrophe waiting to happen.
    “Don’t the two of you believe in waiting?”
    “Apparently you don’t,” Lane replied, turning his head to acknowledge him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
    “I’m saving you,” he said, tripping out of his breeches and joining them.
    “Saving him?” Victoria asked, arching a brow.
    “Yes,” Art replied, easing down beside them. He lay on the tattered blanket and eyed the point of connection. Lane’s cock was still buried inside that hot little cunt, and Art was terribly envious.
    “Her pussy is like a warm shelter,” Lane said, a heavy breath falling from his lips. He kissed the tip of her nose and winked.
    “I bet,” Art said, watching him. Oh no, Art was too late. Lane was already done for.
    Victoria shot him a seducing smile. His balls tightened as he watched her leave Lane and come to him. As if she read his mind, she inched toward him, crawling over him like she knew what she had to do in order to make a man happy.
    Art figured they’d get along right well. Just as soon as he dipped his stick inside her.

    * * * *

    “You know what I want you to do, right, honey?” Art drawled, fisting his cock with one hand while pushing her head toward his groin.
    She eyed the size of him. His length was long, at least twelve inches, and as he pressed against her nape, she didn’t have to guess what he desired. If Lane pleasured her with his tongue then surely a man could find satisfaction in her mouth as well.
    “I’m nice and clean,” he reminded her, bringing the tip of his cock to her lips. “All you have to do is suck and blow. It’s real simple.”
    “That’s easy for you to say,” Lane said, rising up to support himself on bended arms.
    Intimidated, Victoria glanced at Lane and he nodded. “You’ll like it. I do.”
    “You like sucking his cock?” she asked, surprised.
    “No,” he shook his head. “I like sipping on your sweet pussy. You’ll like licking his dick. You’ll be wet and ready to fuck again. I promise.”
    She felt her skin heat as he used the kind of words men had never used in her presence. Then again, she’d never been in this sort of situation before.
    “Show her what you want,” Lane told him.
    Art winked. “Want me to guide you, honey?”
    She nodded and he pressed the tip of his cock through the seam of her lips. The head swelled against her tongue as she took him.
    “Oh yeah, girl, that’s hot,” he said, pushing a little more of himself into her mouth.
    Victoria cupped his balls and rose over him, drawing him closer to her throat as she sucked the shaft. His dick thrummed against the roof of her mouth, and soon, Art’s hips were jerking as he rocked forward, slipping deeper and deeper.
    Gagging as he tapped her tonsils, she quickly pulled his meaty penis away from her lips and stared into his lust-filled eyes. “I can’t do this.”
    “You’re doing just fine,” Art promised her, brushing her hair out of her eyes. “I won’t get my fill in your mouth. I promise.”
    She frowned as she looked at the tip of his cock. Studying the end, she noticed a bead of fluid leaving the slit.