Menage: What's Yours Is Mine

“You like that, baby?” Ryan murmured to her.





“You know I do,” she answered breathlessly.





Keeping his hand busy, Ryan pulled my leg over his shoulder. The first touch of his mouth against me damn near sent me over the edge. Mewling sounds that I didn’t recognize as being mine came from my throat. His tongue was everywhere, delving and licking. I gripped his hair, pressing my hips against his seeking mouth. Ryan grunted and slid a finger inside me to join in his tongue play. I wanted to...