Free Sweetest Taste of Sin (Southern Sin) by Danica Avet

saw a trail of moisture seep from her cunt, snaking its way down to the little rosette below.
    He had to fist his cock to keep from blowing his load right then and there. He had a long ways to go before he’d be ready to come, and he wanted to be buried balls deep in her when he did.
    It was beyond time to get this show on the road.

Chapter Five
     
    J.B.’s balls hurt. When he became aware of Ant in the room, watching them, he’d staved off his climax to give his brother a chance to join them. Thank God Ant had come to his senses, because ending the night with a case of blue balls had not been on his agenda. Had part of him known Ant was coming back? He’d had high hopes. J.B. had known all about the tour group staying at Sugar Downs. Had he planned to set the scene so Ant would have to choose now or miss out on a good thing? Damn straight.
    As he kissed Logan hard, thrusting his tongue into her eager mouth over and over again, he was thankful he’d opened his eyes at the right moment to see the headlights of Ant’s truck bounce around the living room. Logan had been so hot, their heavy necking session turning her to putty in his hands, it’d taken only the slightest encouragement for her to strip and get on her knees.
    His dick gave a little lurch of want because his woman had a talented mouth. He pulled away from her kiss just in time to watch her face go soft with wonder and arousal. A glance down showed her body splayed open for Ant, his brother’s face buried in her sweet pussy. In all the times he’d pictured this exact moment, hoped for it, he’d never thought it would be as fucking sexy as it really was.
    There was no jealousy toward his brother because watching Ant’s tongue flick over Logan’s clit or dip into her core to gather her cream was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. She tried to move her arms but J.B. kept a tight hold on them and was rewarded with a sweet moan. Seeing his woman twist, her hard nipples begging for his mouth, the scent of her musk in the air, was a prize beyond compare.
    J.B. kept her captive with one hand and used the other to cup her tit, lifting it to his mouth. The instant he suckled her nipple, he felt her whole body shudder and her moans of pleasure hit a sharper note.
    “God,” Logan panted, trembling in his hold, her hips writhing hard enough Ant had to grip her tight to keep her in place. “Fuck, J.B…Ant…God, oh god, oh god, I’m gonna—” J.B. switched breasts, using his teeth on the tight peak, and she keened.
    “Goddamn,” Ant muttered from between her legs. J.B. saw Ant lift his head, his chin and mouth slick with Logan’s juices. “She’s sweet as fuck.”
    He couldn’t have stopped his grin if he had a gun to his head. His balls hurt, he was starving for climax, but seeing the wonder on his brother’s face, the wonder of Logan, made it all worth it. “She is. And if you use your fingers and your mouth, you’ll think she’s tryin’ to drown you.”
    “No,” Logan gasped, trying to close her legs. “I can’t…”
    The almost evil glint in Ant’s eyes told J.B. his brother was on board with that. He watched, unable to help himself, as his twin slid two fingers into Logan’s pussy. He did it slow and deliberately, watching her face. She whimpered and J.B. swore her nipples grew even harder. An avid spectator, J.B. tweaked them one at a time, watching his brother’s fingers spear into her, slow and steady. When Ant’s face lowered again, his tongue coming out to tease her clit, J.B. decided to change the tempo.
    “Bring her hips to the edge of the sofa,” he ordered as he moved up next to her.
    Without taking his mouth away from the sweet cunt he was buried face-first in, Ant pulled Logan’s hips closer to him, her legs hanging over his shoulders. The motion put her in a slumped position on the sofa and J.B. grabbed a throw pillow to prop up her shoulders. It put his dick in line with her mouth, something Logan seemed to realize