Van, Becca - Coming Home (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Becca van Page A

brothers. His biceps were thicker, his pecs and abs were just as impressive, but his cock…He was the largest of them all in that department. He was only just slightly shorter in length than Clint, but he was nearly as thick around as her wrist. There was no way in hell that would fit anywhere in her body.
    The three men crawled back onto the bed in the same position they had been previously. Clint eased up between her legs then pulled her down toward him by the hips. He was sitting between her spread thighs and was about to penetrate her tight, wet sheath.
    Bella moaned as Clint’s cockhead touched her pussy. She wanted to arch up and impale herself on his hard rod but knew if she did she would hurt herself. So she let Clint ease his way into her body. He stopped when he had the head of his cock in her hole, while he rubbed gently over her sensitive clit.
    “Are you all right, baby?”
    “Yes,” Bella moaned. “It’s not enough. Fuck me, Clint. Please.”
    “Shh, darlin’, let Clint get in you slowly. He doesn’t want to hurt you,” Adam crooned then leaned over her and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
    Bella whimpered, feeling lost in a sea of unfamiliar pleasure. She looked around frantically for something to hold on to, to anchor her. Her eyes caught on Marcus’s hard, bobbing cock. She could see a clear drop of liquid bubbling up from the tip. She didn’t stop to think about what she was doing. She reached out a hand, grabbed hold of Marcus’s cock, turned her head, and sucked the tip into her mouth.
    “Fuck yeah,” Marcus bellowed, his head thrown back.
    “Baby, you are so fucking hot you’re gonna burn us alive,” Clint rumbled as he pushed more of his cock into her wet sheath.
    Bella didn’t answer. She was too intent on enjoying the taste of Marcus’s cock sliding in and out of her mouth and over her tongue, as well as savoring his musky, masculine scent. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and began to pump her hand along his length while she bobbed her head up and down over his flesh from tip to mid way.
    Bella was in ecstasy. The feel of Clint rocking his hips, gaining more depth into her sopping cunt with each move, was pure seventh heaven. She hollowed her cheeks in as she sucked on Marcus’s cock and groaned when Adam nibbled one of her nipples with his teeth as he plucked the other between his thumb and finger.
    Clint gripped her hips more firmly, and she knew he was about to breach her fully for the first time. She tried to stay relaxed but knew Clint had felt her flinch as he ruptured the thin skin membrane. He held still, allowing Bella time to adjust to his penetration, but she wasn’t having it. She pulled her mouth from Marcus’s cock with an audible slurp and demanded he obey her.
    “Fuck me, damn it. I’m not made of glass,” Bella yelled then dove onto Marcus’s cock once more.
    Bella moaned as Clint began to thrust his cock in and out of her cunt. He tilted her hips up by gripping them and lifting her pelvis slightly, which made them both moan. Bella felt every ridge and vein of Clint’s cock as it slid in and out of her wet sheath, but she wanted, needed more.
    “More,” she demanded, her words muffled by Marcus’s cock in her mouth.
    Bella whimpered in frustration as Marcus withdrew his cock from her mouth, and Clint picked her up until she was facing him, sitting impaled on his dick, straddling his thighs. She was about to demand more, but her words were muffled as Clint slammed his mouth down onto hers. They devoured each other, angling their heads back and forth, tongues thrusting and twirling, lips sliding against each others.
    Bella pulled her mouth away when she felt wet fingers against the skin of her anus. She turned her head and saw Adam close to her back, his face a mask of concentration as he massaged and lubed her asshole.
    “Adam,” Bella said, and heard the tremor of fear in her own voice.
    “It’s all right, darlin’. Just remember