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

instinctively even as she shuddered at Ant’s attentions.
    She sought him out, her eyes glazed with lust, mouth open and hungry , and J.B. gave her what she wanted. Cupping the back of her head with his free hand, he held her steady as he fed his dick between her lips. Heaven. Hot, wet, eager heaven. She moaned, the sound traveling up his shaft to settle in his balls, and he couldn’t have stopped himself from fucking her mouth if he wanted to. Which he didn’t.
    And Logan was more than happy to give it to him, opening her mouth wide, her tongue rubbing the sensitive underside of his dick as he thrust and touched the back of her throat on every other stroke. His hand clenched in her hair, holding her steady, as he gave in to his body’s demands. Her moans were killing him, the gentle suction she gave on every withdrawal had him hurrying back inside.
    “Fuck,” Ant whispered and J.B. sent him a slit-eyed glance, barely even aware of his brother watching him fuck Logan’s mouth. “There you go, sweet, suck his cock. Take him all the way down.”
    She made a hungry sound and lifted her head to meet J.B.’s next thrust, swallowing him down. The muscles of her throat contracted around the crown of his cock and he almost came. He gulped air, sweat sliding down his back as he fought the heat in his balls. He wanted to make this first time with all three of them last, needed it to last, to show them both it was the right thing to do.
    “Fuck her,” he said through clenched teeth, drawing his cock out of her mouth until only the tip remained. She used that opportunity to put her tongue to good use, lapping at the pre -cum leaking from the crown. He gave her hair a hard tug, pulling her mouth away from him. “Fuck her.”
    Ant’s gaze shifted from what Logan was doing to J.B., hunger and doubt clouding his expression. “J.B.,” he rasped.
    “You’re there with our woman’s juices all over your face and hands, she’s swallowin’ my cock and you think we can stop now?”
    Logan whimpered, bucking in Ant’s hands. “Fuck me, Ant. I want you to come inside me when J.B. does. I need you both. Please.”
    His brother looked at them, the doubt fading , leaving only feral hunger behind. “Then that’s what you’re gonna get, sweetcheeks.”
     
    Logan was on fire. Every inch of her body felt sensitized. She wanted J.B. to come back to her mouth, wanted Ant’s dick in her. She wanted both of them, right now, dammit. But J.B. played with her breasts, teasing her nipples, pinching them, giving them sharp little twists that caused the lust coiled in her stomach to grow tighter. She’d come once already, Ant’s mouth pushing her right off the edge, and then the added bonus of his fingers fucking her had prolonged the pleasure. But nothing curbed the sharp pang of need she felt now. When J.B. gave her his cock, thrusting into her mouth, his thrusts matching Ant’s fingers…
    J.B.’s hold on her hair was tight, stinging her scalp , and it just caused more moisture to flow between her legs, moisture Ant had lapped at like a cat with cream. Unable to move with both of them holding her, J.B.’s hands on her wrists and hair, Ant’s equally hard hands on her legs, holding her open to him, she’d never felt so secure, so safe and so wanted.
    “Give it to her nice and slow at first,” J.B. urged his brother, his eyes on what was happening between her thighs. “Watch him, Lo-Lo.”
    He gave her hair another tug, helping her to lift her head to see Ant settled on his knees. He looped one of her legs over his elbow, her other leg held up and out as Ant guided his thick cock to her soaked pussy with his free hand. He watched her, his hair flopping into his eyes, but there was no mistaking the hungry gleam to his blue gaze.
    The first brush of his cock along her folds caused Logan to shudder, her pussy to flutter with eagerness. She wanted. No, she needed. “Please,” she begged him, not caring how it made her sound. These