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

Incredulously, she found she was eager to taste him. Dragging her mouth over the tip, Victoria ’s tongue darted in and out and she sipped a bead bubbling at the head. The translucent film covering the mushroom shape drove her instincts and she found herself desiring more.
    “I think she likes how I taste,” Art said proudly.
    She consumed him then, dropping her head over his groin as she tried to stuff his size between her cheeks. His cock tapped her throat, and again, her reflexes reacted. She choked as he stroked across her tongue and he retreated once more.
    “Easy, honey. We aren’t in any hurry.”
    That was his story. Victoria , on the other hand, wanted to know what it meant when a man had his fill.
    The day before, Lane shot off in her pussy, but she only felt his release. Now, she had the opportunity to watch, taste, and devour.
    She looped her tongue around Art’s size and drew him to her again, sucking his cock as she enjoyed him. Her fingers tightened against his balls as she stroked his scrotum, toyed with the weight of his erection and engorged size.
    Art’s long penis glided across her tongue, and soon he fucked her mouth as forcibly as Lane had taken her body. When he sat upright in the middle of her pursuits, Victoria anticipated a strong finish. But she never bargained for what Art gave her.
    “Wait there a minute!” Art cried out. His hips shot off the ground and Victoria stayed right with him. “Fuck! For crying out loud, Lane! Do something!”
    Why was he calling out for Lane? He sure didn’t have a thing to do with how well she pleased him.
    Lane rubbed her hip as she sucked Art’s cock. She licked and lapped at him as his dick swelled, practically popped. A few seconds later, he jerked and grunted. A jet of his release spiraled down her throat, heating her tonsils and filling her senses with the masculine scent and taste of one well-satisfied man.
    Art’s cock twitched against the roof of her mouth as he came, and as she swallowed his cum, she squeezed her legs together, finding she no longer wanted to wait for both of them to fuck her. She tried to get away from the hot stream of his release, but Art held her in place. “Oh no, baby. You wanted it. Drink. Suck. Swallow. Good God. Like that. Just like that. Don’t you dare stop now!”
    As Art pleaded with her, she relaxed. As the never-ending fountain of his cum rolled down the back of her throat, he fucked her face in a way she’d never expected.
    Lane smacked her ass and stroked the cheek he swatted, caressing her until the spot he repeatedly spanked burned and throbbed. Rolling her hips back, she stayed right with Art, laving him with her tongue as his size became manageable, his release became addictive.
    Rising to the tip, she licked the clear film coating the crest. “Mmm,” she whispered, indulging in every last drop of his pleasure. “You’re so sweet.”
    “Sweet?” he asked, arching a brow.
    “Yes,” she said, taken aback by the surprise in his eyes.
    “What do I taste like?” he asked, fondling himself when she released him.
    “Come here,” she said, learning from her earlier experience with Lane.
    Art licked his lips and kissed hers. The kiss soon became reckless. He cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples as he pampered her mouth, spoiled her body.
    Placing her hands on his broad shoulders, she pushed away from him, placing some distance between them. “So? Now you see why I think you taste sweet?”
    Art chuckled. “Let me show you what I think is sweet.” His hand dropped between her legs, and he thrust a finger inside her warm pussy. “That right there is as sweet as it gets.”

Chapter Eight

    “Hello? Victoria ? Is anyone out here?”
    “Oh shit!” Victoria screeched, reaching for a blanket. “That’s the marshal.”
    “The marshal?” Art asked, gulping.
    “Yes!”
    “Is he a customer?” Art asked.
    Victoria was stunned. Noticing the spots of blood on the horse blanket, she pointed. “If I