Collared: Ashton [Collared Lovers] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Angela Wray Read Free Book Online Page A

working his cock was a gift in itself, her enthusiastic efforts more than appreciated despite her lack of knowledge.
    Nate humped his prostate, and Ty had no other choice but to thrust and thrust harder, fucking Ashton’s sweet little mouth as Nate fucked his ass. The feelings bombarding Ty made him growl out pleasure so intense he cried out, his cum streaming out in wave after wave into Ashton’s sweet mouth. He then felt Nate stiffen and release his cum too, and collapsed onto his back. Turning onto their sides, they all simply lay there trying to recover.
    Ty felt his cock slip from the tight confines of Ashton’s warm haven and wondered if they should get up and go home or just stay there. When Ashton’s soft snore reached his ears, that solved the dilemma for him. They would just stay there and rest, but first he needed to clean Ashton up. She would be pissed to wake up covered in their semen and her own natural lubricant.
    Going into the bathroom, he cleaned himself up first. When he was done, he brought back two cloths and cleaned his lovers.
    Enjoying the sight of Ashton asleep against Nate’s chest and Nate gazing at him, waiting for him to join them in the bed, was everything he had ever dreamed of. It made him melt even further.
    God, I want these two forever.
    Curling on his side on the other side of Ashton, he linked his fingers with Nate and kissed his mouth over her head and let sleep call him in.

Chapter Five
     
    Ashton woke, needing to relieve herself, and was surrounded by male flesh. Nate was cuddled against her back, his hard cock nestled against her ass, and Ty was pressed against her front, his erect cock between her thighs and her head tucked beneath his chin. The feeling of the weeping head against her pussy had her moisture flowing and washing down on it, even though she wondered if she could take any more after the last few amazing hours.
    Ty opened his heavy eyes, watching her beneath sleep-fringed eyes, and pulled her under him and onto her back, her wetness easing the head into her pussy. Ty angled his pelvis, and his cock sank deep. Stroke after stroke, he went farther until he was bumping the end of her vagina.
    The wet noises and his low grunts drew Nate from slumber, and he sleepily moved up to the head of the bed and clumsily feed her his hard cock. The awkward movements seemed unlike Nate’s usual finesse. Ashton enjoyed seeing Nate lose control. The rhythm they worked out was not graceful but full of need and pleasure, each taking from the other what they needed and wanted.
    Daringly, she ran two of her fingers through the rivulets of saliva running down Nate’s balls and slipped them between his legs. Pressing into the rosette, she went deep. Curving her fingers, she searched for his prostate. Ashton was desperate to throw him over the edge. Seeing Nate buck and cry out his pleasure and his taste filling her mouth made her struggle to swallow it all.
    Watching Nate pump everything into her throat seemed to make Ty’s need amp up, and he hammered into her hard and then harder, thrusting deep. She heard him growl, and then he stiffened and emptied, giving her his all, every drop.
    Ashton enjoyed the weight of his body. Her belly cushioning his hard body was pure pleasure. He felt so hard and wonderful in her arms.
    Taking her mouth, Ty kissed her, only breaking away to kiss Nate’s mouth. It made her pussy clench to watch them. Ty groaned, and Nate snickered. Sliding his body to her side, Ty ran his fingertips over her cheek, against her hair, and down her small throat. Feeling her pounding pulse made him smile. It was enough to make her eyes tear.
    It was too much. They both were too much. They made her feel things she just wasn’t ready for.
    With the excuse of needing to use the facilities, she quickly got up and shut herself in the bathroom. Taking a deep breath, she took the time to look at herself in the mirror. God, she was covered in love marks and small abrasions from