Page 45 of Snowy Secrets

I slow to a long glide, massaging her hips to give them a respite.

Wyatt voices my thoughts. "No more two-minute breaks, sweetheart?"

Her low moan trails off into a whimper.

"Enjoy having two men to please you too much?"

She nods.

"Does it have you wondering how much fun it will be to have the three of us?"

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RIVER

Bella looks up at Wyatt, teeth caught on her bright red lips, swollen from kissing my best friends and sucking their cocks. As much as it should make me jealous, it doesn't. It simply makes me want her even more.

She peers at Marcus, then at me. I've stayed put like she dared me to. It's fucking hard to sit and watch, but only because I want her so badly, want to help make her moan and writhe and come. She's so fucking beautiful like this.

Like anything. All the time.

I'm in love with every fucking piece of her.

Bella stares into me as Marcus's movements build momentum. Pleasure softens her eyes, pulls the corners of her mouth down into a suffering frown. When Marcus thumbs her clit, she jerks and gasps, what she really needs to satisfy her not quite within reach yet.

Boy, do I remember nights like those with her. They were long. And fun.

When he slows again to tease her, she whines.

Her hand reaches out toward me with a small plea. "River, please."

Wyatt and Marcus share a grin with me, and I'm on my feet, cock in hand before she scarcely takes another breath.

We all shift. Wyatt sits, pulls Bella into his lap, and fills her pussy. Marcus returns to her ass, and Bella leans toward me, mouth parted and begging. I offer her my tip, and she sucks me down.

Fuck.

Satisfaction takes the edge off as her tongue swirls around the ridge of my cock. She's the best kind of drug, a salve that lasts longer than the rest. Her soft moan has me caressing her lips as I thrust past them.

Her eyes open dreamily, peering up at me. I never imagined her so easily enjoying three men, but I should have known. Bella overflows with love. She always has. And this is an extension—the physical one I'm familiar with because she's been closed off otherwise.

We all want more than this. I want more. I love her, have loved her for years. I’ve missed her.

Wyatt and Marcus have no idea how quickly she can burrow into a man, how deep, with just the barest of her heart exposed.

I keep my pace slow, drawing out the pleasure. Besides, when I stay shallow in her mouth, her tongue and teeth and the suction of her cheeks are better than pounding her throat. She's playful, fixated, and enjoying herself. Why would I want to change that?

Her eyes drift closed again, the hum of her moans vibrating her tongue against a sensitive bundle of nerves. Marcus takes her with rising gusto, bouncing her down on him with the promise of his own end.

I release Bella's mouth so we can all bask in the sounds of her cries.

Wyatt nearly stills as well, eyes glazed. I can imagine how tightly she's bearing down on him right now.

Marcus sinks his nose into her hair, locking one arm around her shoulders as his hips slap her ass until he's stiff, pressing into her and moaning low. "Fuck."

Wyatt echoes him with a sly grin, and Bella is shaking. I can't tell if she's come again, but she got close. Either way, she's whimpering for more.

Marcus pulls out to her soft cry, and he gives her ass cheek a little slap. She wriggles in Wyatt's lap as we chuckle. Marcus helps Wyatt lift her again, and she whines. "We're just going to turn you around, sweetheart."

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