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Authors: Delilah Devlin
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speared her tiny rosette.
Twice it dove into her. Then slippery fingers pushed inside her pussy. Stormy sobbed, knowing this was supposed to be punishment but too enthralled with the sensations rolling through her.
Shock, yes, but the slippery fingers provided a forbidden thrill. The men would dare anything, push her past every inhibition for the sake of pleasure—theirs and hers.
More kisses landed, hands smoothed, one beneath her now, rubbing her clit. Cam’s? “Please, please,” she begged.
Those wicked, questing fingers drew away, leaving her shuddering on the bed. Then hands returned, turning her, raising her head. Fingers glided across her lips and she followed them with her tongue, licking them until they entered her mouth. Her own flavor exploded on her tongue, but having her suck them wasn’t his goal; he pulled down her jaw and suddenly a thick fat cock pushed against her lips. Cam’s. No mistaking that.
Opening, she accepted his prod, allowing him inside. Her jaws stretched to accommodate his girth and she sucked him deeper.
Behind her, hands aligned her hips. A cock prodded between her folds and then thrust deep.
Impaled in front and back, she soared, so filled she felt as though she were a doll, moved forward and back, unable to resist the hands forcing her hips, the fingers gripping her scalp.
They were fucking her—Cam taking her mouth, Joe her cunt. She wished she could see, but her mind filled with images, both men naked, her held helpless between them and put to sweet use.
This was what she wanted in her bed, what she craved—to be controlled and loved with abandon. She was free. Freed to soar, freed of self-will and control.
Her jaws began to ache but she forced them wider, allowing Cam to sink to the back of her throat where she gave him that special kiss, closing and opening her throat with a swallow that caused him to groan.
If she’d been able, she would have smiled.
Behind her, Joe’s motions quickened. He bent over her, hands leaving her hips to reach beneath her, one smoothing up to a breast, which he squeezed and pinched, one gliding down to her mound, a finger searching for her clit and then rubbing it with soft circular motions that caused her belly to cramp and her breaths to shorten. She was panting, breathing noisily through her nose.
“Baby, come for us. Let go,” Joe said, his voice tight and hard.
And again, she imagined the look of him, washboard belly rippling as his cock sank inside her, pounding her again and again.
She came hard, a muffled howl vibrating around Cam’s big cock. Cam dug his fingernails into her scalp, pushed one last time. Come bathed the back of her throat in hot splashes that she swallowed down.
Still caught in the storm, she sobbed, gripping him with her lips as Joe thrust hard and spurts of liquid heat bathed her ravaged channel.
Coming down, she barely noted Cam’s slow withdrawal until his mouth replaced his cock and he kissed her, sweeping his tongue inside to taste.
Joe collapsed over her back, rocking against her in ever-gentling motions, like a tide lapping at the banks of the sea.
Rocked in his embrace, she broke with Cam’s kiss and rested her face against his. “Dear God,” she whispered. “What was that?”
Joe chuckled, jerking against her back. Cam’s smile tightened the cheek pressed against hers.
“That, Peaches,” Joe said, “was fuckin’ unbelievable.”
Stormy entered Cutter Standifer’s barn on Cam’s arm, glancing around the well-lit space and wondering how the evening would go. After all, she was attending the barn dance in the company of two men. Not that anyone there needed to know just how intimately familiar she was with both of her escorts.
Joe had cajoled her into going, promising she’d have a good time and that he’d behave—mostly.
“If I happen to find a dark corner…” he’d said, his mouth quirking up at one corner, “well, all bets are off.”
Secretly, she was thrilled
Twice it dove into her. Then slippery fingers pushed inside her pussy. Stormy sobbed, knowing this was supposed to be punishment but too enthralled with the sensations rolling through her.
Shock, yes, but the slippery fingers provided a forbidden thrill. The men would dare anything, push her past every inhibition for the sake of pleasure—theirs and hers.
More kisses landed, hands smoothed, one beneath her now, rubbing her clit. Cam’s? “Please, please,” she begged.
Those wicked, questing fingers drew away, leaving her shuddering on the bed. Then hands returned, turning her, raising her head. Fingers glided across her lips and she followed them with her tongue, licking them until they entered her mouth. Her own flavor exploded on her tongue, but having her suck them wasn’t his goal; he pulled down her jaw and suddenly a thick fat cock pushed against her lips. Cam’s. No mistaking that.
Opening, she accepted his prod, allowing him inside. Her jaws stretched to accommodate his girth and she sucked him deeper.
Behind her, hands aligned her hips. A cock prodded between her folds and then thrust deep.
Impaled in front and back, she soared, so filled she felt as though she were a doll, moved forward and back, unable to resist the hands forcing her hips, the fingers gripping her scalp.
They were fucking her—Cam taking her mouth, Joe her cunt. She wished she could see, but her mind filled with images, both men naked, her held helpless between them and put to sweet use.
This was what she wanted in her bed, what she craved—to be controlled and loved with abandon. She was free. Freed to soar, freed of self-will and control.
Her jaws began to ache but she forced them wider, allowing Cam to sink to the back of her throat where she gave him that special kiss, closing and opening her throat with a swallow that caused him to groan.
If she’d been able, she would have smiled.
Behind her, Joe’s motions quickened. He bent over her, hands leaving her hips to reach beneath her, one smoothing up to a breast, which he squeezed and pinched, one gliding down to her mound, a finger searching for her clit and then rubbing it with soft circular motions that caused her belly to cramp and her breaths to shorten. She was panting, breathing noisily through her nose.
“Baby, come for us. Let go,” Joe said, his voice tight and hard.
And again, she imagined the look of him, washboard belly rippling as his cock sank inside her, pounding her again and again.
She came hard, a muffled howl vibrating around Cam’s big cock. Cam dug his fingernails into her scalp, pushed one last time. Come bathed the back of her throat in hot splashes that she swallowed down.
Still caught in the storm, she sobbed, gripping him with her lips as Joe thrust hard and spurts of liquid heat bathed her ravaged channel.
Coming down, she barely noted Cam’s slow withdrawal until his mouth replaced his cock and he kissed her, sweeping his tongue inside to taste.
Joe collapsed over her back, rocking against her in ever-gentling motions, like a tide lapping at the banks of the sea.
Rocked in his embrace, she broke with Cam’s kiss and rested her face against his. “Dear God,” she whispered. “What was that?”
Joe chuckled, jerking against her back. Cam’s smile tightened the cheek pressed against hers.
“That, Peaches,” Joe said, “was fuckin’ unbelievable.”
Stormy entered Cutter Standifer’s barn on Cam’s arm, glancing around the well-lit space and wondering how the evening would go. After all, she was attending the barn dance in the company of two men. Not that anyone there needed to know just how intimately familiar she was with both of her escorts.
Joe had cajoled her into going, promising she’d have a good time and that he’d behave—mostly.
“If I happen to find a dark corner…” he’d said, his mouth quirking up at one corner, “well, all bets are off.”
Secretly, she was thrilled
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