Espino, Stacey - Hardcore Cowboys [Ride 'em Hard 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (10 page)

All the men worked together, lifting and shifting her into place. Now on her side in the center of the bed, she noticed the
Carson
brothers were all naked. She wondered when that happened but only busied herself with watching their every move. They moved about with no modesty whatsoever, and why should they with bodies like that? Their cocks were huge—thick, hard, and virile. Val’s bobbed as he walked, and she became mesmerized by the beauty of his body. They began touching her, exploring her, and lowering themselves into position around her. It all felt like a dream, a fantasy, but it was all too real. Things like this just didn’t happen to ordinary girls like her.

Val took up residence in front of her, his body a mirror of Cord’s. Wyatt cuddled up behind her, his steely cock nudging the back of her thigh. “I’m going to take things nice and slow for you, little one.” He rubbed circles over her ass with his rough palm, slowly moving to her nether hole. With a feather-light touch, he caressed the entrance to her ass which sprang to life with sensation, nearly forcing her into a spontaneous orgasm. She never expected so many nerve endings lived where he touched her. “It’ll feel uncomfortable at first, but you be a strong girl, and it’ll feel good in no time. Can you handle that?”

“It feels good there,” she murmured, not wanting his caress to end. Samantha reveled in all these new experiences with men she undoubtedly trusted with her life.

“Does it now?” he teased. “Cord, pass me the lube.” The next thing she felt was the cool jolt of his coated finger pressing firmly into her ass. She clamped hard around his digit, but he continued his invasion. “Don’t tighten up, Samantha.
Relax.
It won’t hurt if you stop tensing like you are.”

She willed herself to calm down and accept his ministrations. Val assisted by suckling her tit like a hungry infant. Each pull by his hot, wet mouth on her nipple made her gasp with desire. She held his head to her chest, wanting things to reach a new level. No more playing, no more tenderness. These were hardcore cowboys, and she needed them to get a bit rough, a bit dirty. God, she was ready for anything.

Wyatt slowly eased his finger in and out of her ass, sending tingly goodness scattering through her system. Then he used more lube and inserted two digits. The pressure increased when he scissored his fingers open and closed, stretching her like never before. She whined and winced but didn’t verbally complain or ask him to stop. She wanted this to happen, wanted two cocks stuffed balls-deep inside her cunt. A strong, feral need slammed into her as the men continued to prep her for their planned dual invasion.

“More.”
She pushed her ass back against Wyatt’s cock, hopefully signaling her readiness. Samantha wasn’t one to ask for what she wanted. Her wishes always fell on deaf ears at work or in life in general. It had never sat well with her.
This place is different.
Now she wanted to be taught, tamed, and ordered by the
Carson
brothers. She didn’t want to beg, she wanted them to take.

“I want inside you, Samantha.” Val pulled her leg over his side and positioned his cock at her entrance. She was practically dripping with readiness, her inner lips swollen and slick. “I want to make you mine.” He kissed her, more sensually than Cord, deep, long, and intoxicating. It wasn’t until Wyatt began to insert his cock in her ass that she pulled her mouth from Val’s.

“
Relax
. I know you can take it, darlin’.” There was an unspoken authority in his voice that told her he’d dominated women before. She craved his skills in bed but felt an unusual sense of ownership over the brothers. She never wanted to share them. Wyatt shoved that big, lube-covered dick into her ass. She desperately wanted to please him and forced herself to keep her muscles loose when her instincts begged to clamp down tight. “Oh fuck, you’re tighter than a fist.”

“I want a piece of that ass,” said Cord.

She opened her eyes. He stood at the side of the bed behind Val, pumping his thick cock while watching her. It was erotic as hell. She licked her lips, inviting him to come closer, to feed that cock between her lips. He didn’t hesitate. Cord propped one knee on the head of the bed and positioned himself so she could reach him if she bent her neck back far enough. She tested with her tongue, enjoying the spongy surface of his cockhead. When she swallowed in several inches of warm flesh, she felt comforted, expelling her stress on his erection. Glancing up at his ripped abs only made her hungrier.

Samantha sucked harder each time Wyatt pressed deeper into her ass with his cock. He barely moved, only entering in measured increments. With Val sucking her breasts and Cord’s cock in her mouth she was in a seventh heaven, a place few women could even dream existed. Certainly not her. But here she was in the middle of a ménage a quatre with three sexier-than-sin Canadian cowboys.

Chapter Ten

Val had waited long enough. Cord already had his chance with Samantha’s body in more ways than one. Wyatt was fully seated in her ass, waiting for her to stretch before continuing. It was time for him to seal their fate. He released her breast and shifted up. She was busily sucking Cord’s dick. The sound of saliva and friction was loud in the otherwise quiet bedroom. He swatted his twin away, not wanting his hard-on near his face. When Cord stepped back, Samantha turned her attention to Val. The glazed-over lust in her eyes nearly made him come on the spot. Her lips were parted and swollen, her breathing heavy. The curls he loved were coming back to life, little ringlets framing her sweet face.

“You’re gonna love this, darlin’.” He couldn’t wait to slip inside her. Val coated the head of his cock in her overflow of natural juices and pushed his way into her pussy. She felt hot around him, gripping him like a fitted glove made just for the
Carsons
. With Wyatt’s dick in her ass, it was difficult wedging himself in. Her pussy was pressed impossibly tight, and his brother groaned once Val was seated to the hilt.

“How does it feel to have us both sharing you?” Wyatt asked, whispering in her ear as he gripped her hip. There certainly was something about double-fucking a woman. With two dicks stuffed into her body, every twitch became noticeable. When Wyatt pulled out and thrust back in her ass, Val felt every minute sensation without even moving. He worked her from the front, finally settling into a rhythm with his brother. They pistoned in and out of her cunt and ass. A sheen of sweat broke out over his skin.

“I love it. I feel so full.”

“That you are, sweetheart,” said Cord. “You’re so full of cowboy cock, you’ll never settle for just one man again.”

“She won’t have to,” said Wyatt.

But Val was thinking the same thing. He didn’t want to envision her with another man, or men. She had to be theirs. This had to be the start of something long term, something forever. For the first time in years he actually gave a shit, and his brothers had a spring in their step they previously lacked.

“One of you needs to hurry up.” Cord kneed him in the back, hoping to take his place. Shit, it wouldn’t take long for him to come with her cunt so warm and tight, but he wanted Samantha to reach her peak first. He groped between them as he fucked her and drew firm circles over her clit. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, and he was thankful she didn’t keep long nails like some women. Her shallow gasps warned of her impending orgasm. It was right there on the cusp, and it was his job to set it free.

“You want Wyatt to fuck you harder, darlin’?” he asked.

“H–harder,” she managed to say between heavy breaths.

Wyatt gripped her tighter, his fingers biting into the soft flesh of her hip. Val could feel him fucking her deeper, with authority. She called out—half moan, half squeal, but pure appreciation. Then it happened. Samantha screamed and then gasped as wave after wave of contractions washed through her pussy. She milked Val’s cock mercilessly, and Wyatt’s, too, if his groans were a sign.

After a minute of her pussy clenching his cock, Val exploded. The pressure built until he thought he’d pass out from the strength of his orgasm. It had never been this good, this intense, in all his life. When he took a final cleansing breath, Cord’s hand was on his shoulder, prying him off the beautiful girl.

* * * *

She’d have a new orgasm soon enough. The female body continually amazed him. Cord would only have one chance before needing a reprieve, which was why he held off until he could be inside her. Wyatt continued to fuck her ass, even after her orgasm, which drove her wild.

He swapped places with his twin and plunged into her inviting pussy without delay. She moaned and pulled him closer. He loved the feel of her clutching him. With Wyatt’s dick still in her ass she felt unnaturally tight around him, and it wouldn’t take long for him to come.

“Fuck,” Wyatt muttered. He never swore in front of a woman, so it had to be a testament to the power of his climax. Once he pulled free of her body, he rolled to his back and tossed the used condom on the floor. Now Cord could have his way. He rolled over her, still embedded in Samantha’s sweet little cunt, until he dominated. She wrapped her legs around him, and they kissed as passionately as they fucked.

If Samantha could handle the three of them, she could handle anything they dished out in bed. She didn't complain, never hesitated, but allowed them to dominate her luscious body. Even as he made love to her, he recalled Val’s frequent talks of the future and a woman to give it meaning. They needed Samantha, and she needed them. Cord wanted to own her, love her. She’d be the perfect sub in bed, but a strong-willed woman outside the bedroom. He wanted to learn everything about her, every detail, but first he had to claim her body. He’d never been with a woman so receptive, so appreciative in bed. It was as if she was repressed, gone too long without the affections of a man, which was a sin in itself.

“You’re perfect.” He peppered kisses along her jawline, inhaling deeply when he reached her curls. Freshly showered, she smelled like a mixture of clean soap and natural femininity. Even after everything they’d done together, she hadn’t broken out in a sweat, which concerned him. Was she dehydrated? He forced his thoughts away and regained his focus. Cord had never cared so much about another human being outside his family before. But right now he wanted to forget everything and fully enjoy the hot pussy clenching his cock. Her soft skin, petite body, and sweet little mewling sounds were turning him feral.

He continued to work her, pumping hard enough that his balls slapped her ass, and the sound of sex, flesh on flesh, filled the room. Within minutes he ejaculated, stream after stream filling Samantha as he gasped for breath. It was the best orgasm he could remember, and he certainly didn’t want it to be their last together. He had plans for his dark-haired little beauty. Plans that included forever.

* * * *

“Do you wanna try?” Val held a flake of hay out to her. Samantha wasn’t so sure she wanted to help but didn’t want to disappoint him. Besides, being out and about rather than holed up in the house day after day was a welcome distraction and change of scenery.

“Will they bite me?”

Val laughed, passing her the hay. “They wouldn't dare.” He adjusted her woolen hat as she leaned over the second wooden rail. Everything the Carsons did for her was loving—from worrying about her health to ensuring her happiness. It was nice to be the center of attention, to give others the responsibility for her life, even if only for a little while. The cattle were clamoring for space in the paddock, their heavy frames and pounding hooves shaking the ground and the fence.

As soon as a long tongue darted out of the nearest mouth she instinctively dropped the flake and bolted back. She would have fallen if Val wasn’t there to catch her in his strong, capable arms.

“Guess I'm not cut out to be a cowgirl, eh?”

He turned her around, setting her solidly on her feet. She could see every detail in his blue eyes as the sun shone against his face, including the little flecks of green and gold. “I don’t want a cowgirl. I want you.”

Her breath caught in her throat. Val leaned down and kissed her. Despite the cool air around them, her body burned for him. He backed her up to the side of the cattle barn, and then braced an arm on either side of her head.

“Feels strange having a woman on the farm.” He licked his lips in a slow, sensual drag, his eyes roaming her face as if memorizing her every feature. “I could get used to it, though.”

“I don't know how long I’d last in a place like this.” She smiled, looking to the side and the endless white fields. “You guys work so hard, and I wouldn’t have a clue how to help.”

He leaned over and kissed her temple. “We'd take care of you,” he whispered into her ear. His hot breath and tone of voice promised much more than just food and lodging. How were these men able to arouse her with just a look, a few words?

As much as she wanted to fall for Val’s sweet comment, it couldn’t be real, not when she’d been on the farm only a few days.

“Are your brothers as willing to have a woman on the ranch?” She referred mostly to Cord, and the awareness in Val’s eyes told her he understood. Although Cord made it clear he wanted her, and they seemed to love each others’ company, he kept their new relationship a secret from friends and neighbors. He wasn’t open with his emotions and very set in his ways. It was difficult for her to read him, which only made her more eager for his acceptance.