Lyndee's Saviors [Men of Montana] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Eileen Green Page A

with her hot mouth, mewling in her throat at her newfound talent.
     
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    Austin’s eyes met Storm’s fascinated ones in the mirror as his cousin sat on the bed watching their woman enjoy sucking cock for the first time. She was enthusiastic with her ministrations, putting her all into it. Austin felt as if he were in heaven as he let his eyes close in the eroticism of it all, letting his head fall back while his other hand threaded through her long wet hair, holding her head still. His hips began to piston against her face as he lost himself in the moment, moving in and out of her hot moist cavern of sin. He felt Lisa’s hands move to his ass and dig her nails into the flesh. A growl emanated from him as his thrusts gained speed, feeling his balls tighten and begin to move up toward his spine. Boiling man-juice shot from his balls as he held himself against her, his cock at the back of her throat. He felt as if his dick exploded down her throat, the stream seemingly never-ending.
    When he was spent and he began to deflate in her mouth after she cleaned him with her tongue, he pulled out of her mouth, stumbled backward to sit on the edge of the bed. Looking down at her sitting shyly on the bench in front of the vanity, licking her swollen lips, he smiled. “God, you are wonderful!”
    A blush stole up her neck and face as she turned to look back at the mirror. She went to pick up the brush, but her shaking hand stopped right above the object. Staring at her reflection in the mirror her face went from one of well fucked to one of fear within a second’s time.
    A heart-wrenching sob ripped from her throat and her body began to shake uncontrollably. Storm was up and off the bed in a heartbeat and kneeling beside her, his hands pulling her into his.
    “Baby, what happened?” Storm asked, concern lacing his baritone voice.
    Austin had seen the change also and put his hands on both of her shoulders, watching her face in the reflective surface. Tears squeezed from her closed eyes and trickled down her cheeks and he began to worry.
    “Lisa, look at me,” Austin ordered. When she didn’t respond, his hands gripped her shoulders tighter and in his strictest Dom voice he said, “Damn it, Lisa! Look. At. Me.”
    Her iris-colored eyes flew open and connected with his in the mirror. They were glistening with her tears but the fear he saw there was overwhelming.
    Austin stood and knelt down beside her and was pleased that she followed his gaze in the mirror until he was in front of her and then she looked directly at him, though fearful. It killed him that she had to experience the flashes of memory and that they hurt her, but if they were going to help her, she was going to need to be totally open with them and let them help her with her past, no matter where it led them. Moving his hand up, he laid it gently on her cheek, caressing her with his thumb, captivating her total attention.
    “You are never to ignore any of us when we speak to you,” he said with authority. “We need you to share your feelings, your thoughts and your wishes with us so we know how to help you, now and in the future. It is for your own well-being and for ours. Do you understand?”
    She nodded and swallowed a sob. “Yes, sir.”
    “Now, darlin’, what did you remember?” Storm asked, drawing her attention to him.
    “Trey must have been mistaken about me not being a prostitute,” she said, sadness filling her voice as she lowered her eyes and bit into her lower lip in frustration.
    “Why do you say that? He would know if you had ever had sex before. A woman’s body doesn’t lie about that,” Austin said.
    Lifting eyes to look back at Austin, she sighed. “I was thinking about how you have all taken me in ways that I didn’t let other men take me and my pimp was always trying to force himself on me. He thought because I worked for him, that he could take what he wanted from me.”
    The three cousins being as close with each other