Opulent Match [Ménage.com 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Peyton Elizabeth

emotions to the point where she couldn’t use words to explain what she felt. Kissing him had seemed the logical thing to do at the time, regardless of his warning that it would mean something more than she was willing to give. Now wasn’t the time to analyze the situation, so she pushed aside the warning bells that were going off inside her head and mentally covered them with a soundproof lid.
    Brody led her to the massive bed against the far wall, and she took a moment to look around her. The room fit them to a tee, with its masculine furniture and dark wood. There were browns and reds throughout the area, including the pictures that were hanging on the wall. The huge mirror on the dresser showed them as they walked by. Cyn saw that her hair hung down to the middle of her back. It was tousled from Brody’s handling.
    “Up you go,” Brody instructed, helping her crawl onto the bed. It wasn’t only massive, but it was also tall. Instead of letting her use the wooden stepladder that was located on the side of the bed, Brody lifted her up. She used her hands and knees to make her way to where the luxurious pillows were. When she rolled over, the goose feathers that filled the fabric cushioned her head. Cyn liked their style more and more. “Spread your legs. I want to see that beautiful pussy.”
    Cyn obliged, wanting to see his expression when he saw her body splayed out for his taking. They had known her physically as a teenage girl. As a woman, her body had filled out in all the right places. Cyn knew she had an attractive figure, but it never hurt to have a man show his appreciation. Leaning her legs to the side, Cyn glided her hands down her body. Cooper had joined his brother at the end of the bed, having shed his remaining clothes. Both men watched as she used her fingers to open herself wide.
    “Do you like what you see?”
    “Silk, seeing you like this is heaven,” Cooper said, taking his cock in his hand. Pulling, he stroked it several times until she saw the glistening of his pre-cum. “Lick your fingers.”
    Cyn lifted her hand and licked her middle finger only. Knowing what he wanted, she placed it on her clit, making little circles like Cooper had done earlier. She kept up the motion and would have given herself an orgasm if Brody’s voice hadn’t interrupted.
    “Finger yourself.”
    It felt as if her body was floating and it took everything Cyn had to keep her eyes half opened, not wanting to miss their expressions. Her touch felt so good. Not as wonderful as theirs, she admitted, but it would get the job done. She didn’t want to stop the rhythm she had flowing, but the heat in their expression changed her mind. Her juices were flowing and her middle and index finger slipped right inside her passageway. The muscle immediately clamped down, eliciting a throaty moan from her that rang out in the room.
    “Isn’t she beautiful?” Cooper asked, his voice just as harsh.
    Brody didn’t answer and instead climbed onto the bed. Her juices were spilling onto her fingers and Brody used his tongue to lap it up. His teeth bit into her knuckles and she pulled her fingers out, giving him access to what he wanted. Licking his way up her folds, his mouth latched onto her clit. Her back involuntarily arched and she reached for his head. The stubble on his head was obviously too short for her to grab onto, so she let go and twisted her hands into the sheets.
    “How about you hold on to something else,” Cooper whispered in her ear.
    Cyn opened her eyes to see Cooper beside her, sitting up against the headboard. Reaching over, she grabbed ahold of his cock, using his pre-cum as lubricant. Sliding her palm down his shaft, he felt like the nickname he had given her. Actually, he felt softer than silk and she tightened her hand to get a better grip. His cock was as hard as steel, and as long as she remembered. He had a slight curve, which was perfect by her, since it hit her G-spot every time. She looked forward to