Espino, Stacey - Hardcore Cowboys [Ride 'em Hard 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (20 page)

She knew where Cord was heading next. Her cunt burned and ached, and they’d only just begun. She wanted to be filled but knew they’d only deny her if she spoke up and asked for what she needed. When his tongue met her clit, she bolted upright, arching into his face. Her body had a mind of its own, her nerves and tense muscles controlling the woman.

“She’s ripe,” said Val as Cord continued to eat her pussy.

She tugged on her binds, desperate for a respite from his wicked tongue, but he didn’t even give her time to catch her breath. The exquisite torture continued on and on and on, as if he wanted her to submit, wanted her to break the rules.

“No more!” she cried. As soon as she closed her mouth, her eyes darted to Wyatt. He had a smirk on his previously stoic face, and he left the room briefly before returning.
Uh-oh.
“You set me up, Cordell Carson!”

He rose to his knees and licked his thick lips, glistening from her natural juices. With his golden tan, his blue eyes were so much more dominant on his face, his hair naturally highlighted with new blond streaks.
So handsome. So tempting.
And she had an identical copy of him for her enjoyment, and Wyatt. “Someone had to get the party started.”

“Roll her over.” That smooth, deep voice rolled straight down her body, settling between her legs. Wyatt held something in his hand, but before she could get a good look, Cord flipped her to her stomach. “Naughty, naughty, Samantha. Whatever should I do with you?”

Spank me.

“You ran away from us, but you’re never going to do that again, are you?”

She shook her head, not sure if she was allowed to answer or not.

“That’s right, you won’t. And for all the suffering you put me through, you’ll be punished.” Wyatt held up his choice weapon—a leather covered paddle. She could see the excitement glittering in his eyes. What she really wanted was his big, strong hand, like last time.

“Put
us
through,” Cord added. They all wanted to punish her?

She braced for the impact of the tool on her rear, but she was surprised to get a gentle hand warming circles over her skin instead. When the hand moved, the paddle came down. Something about the sound of the contact, the fleshy, solid impact was exquisite to her ears. The vibration traveled straight to her already stimulated clit. The sequence continued, harder, a mix of pain and pleasure—nothing she couldn’t handle, nothing she didn’t want.

When Val kissed her cheek, he gave her a warning. “Get ready, sweetheart. I doubt you’ll be able to keep quiet for long with this turned on.” He flicked something on the butt plug, and it began to vibrate. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming. The sheer intensity drove her mad.

“Her ass is ready, Wyatt. When do we get to fuck her?” Val was impatient, never holding back what he was thinking or feeling. She loved that raw, untamed quality to him. It brought them closer together, gave her someone to share her feelings with. In fact, they all complemented each other. Wyatt was her rescuer, strength, dominance, and rugged masculinity. Cord was a flirt, sexy and protective. Together they created the perfect ménage.

“Patience.”

The men worked together to prop her up in a doggy-style position. “I can’t…I can’t.” She couldn’t wait. She needed a release.

“Ah, ah, ah.” Wyatt’s rough hand came down on her ass, once, twice, three times. He leaned close to her head, his hot breath tantalizing her. “Give me a couple weeks and I promise you’ll come on command.” Was that even possible? Would she explode in orgasm just hearing his gravelly voice demand it?

Someone gently pulled the plug out, giving her a reprieve, but also left her uncomfortably empty. The sound of lube spurting from a tube, made her pussy clench. She knew what was coming. Her cowboys were going to claim her again, show her what they’d all been missing.

“It’s my turn with your pretty little ass.” Cord grabbed her hips in a secure hold, only letting go long enough to thrust his cock in deep. He didn’t give her time to adjust, but she didn’t need any. The sex toy had stretched her unforgiving anal ring, providing Cord easy entry. Besides, she was too damn horny, too lost to worry about pain. Her ass throbbed from her punishment, but it only wound her up.

“Yes!” She no longer cared if she obeyed. They were giving her what she needed now. If one of the other brothers filled her pussy, the pressure from being double-fucked would bring her to a fast, rewarding climax.

Val slipped under her, shifting her arm and leg so she could straddle his naked body. She looked between them. His beautiful, virile cock was erect and ready for her to impale herself on. He assisted her, holding the base while guiding her in the right position.

“Hurry up, dammit. I can’t wait,” said Cord. He ground into her ass, his public hair tickling her flesh he was so deep inside her.

“Okay, darlin’. Ride me hard.” Val winked, and she sank down into relief. Squeezing two well-endowed erections into her petite body was an explosion of awareness. She nearly gagged from the force, the strength of the twins claiming her together.

Where was Wyatt? She needed him, not just his delicious spanks, but everything.

As the men worked her body, pistoning in and out of her slick body, bringing her closer and closer to the boiling point, she scanned around the bed for her other lover. She needed all three of her cowboys.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Wyatt stood near the window, leaning against the wall. He watched in quiet observation as Cord and Val fucked Samantha. Her soft golden skin glistened from exertion, her brown curls bounced like springs, and her breasts jiggled each time one of his brothers slammed into her. He noticed her searching the room, trying to find him.

He smiled to himself from the knowledge she wanted him, from having found her at all, and the fact they were taking her home—permanently. Wyatt gave a slight push off the wall and began to strip off his clothing as he walked toward the bed. By the time he reached the foot of the bed, Samantha cried out in orgasm. He felt a twinge of disappointment she couldn’t hold off longer, but the sound was still the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. Her little body would be milking the twins as her orgasm washed through her. Their grunts and following growls signaled they’d also met their peaks.

Now it was just the two of them. “Samantha. You’re a naughty girl.”

Cord left to wash up in the bathroom. Val remained a dead weight on his back. Wyatt leaned over her back and began untying all the knots at her wrists. Once free, he walked away and sat in the recliner near the bed. “Come here.”

Her eyes were heavy, as if she’d been drugged, but she listened to his instruction and slipped off the bed. She rubbed her wrists as she walked, and he had to fight the urge to tend to her and kiss her better. Right now was about sex—rough, uninhibited sex. Sometimes people got hurt, but it was always worth the pain.

“I want to feel your lips around my cock. Can you do that for me, baby doll?”

She licked her lips and dropped to her knees, resting her palms on his knees. Without being prodded, she leaned in and swallowed half his length. She worked him up and down, trailing her tongue along the underside of his shaft, making his balls pull up tight. Her little mouth was sinfully wicked, hot and lively. He allowed her to suck him, lick him, up and down for as long as he could stand it. Then he pulled her up to sit along his lap. He looked her in the eyes before kissing her plump lips.

“I love you, Samantha Brown. I’ll love you as long as I have breath.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with all the pent-up passion she must have been carrying around these past couple months. Her tongue caressed his, playing, tasting. “Wyatt…Teach me.”

He chuckled. “
Not today.
I’ve been waiting too long to feel you wrapped around my cock. Even I only have so much control before I break.”

“A hardcore cowboy without control?” she teased.

“Cowboys are only human, darlin’. We still need to eat and sleep. We still have needs.”

She caressed his face, and he couldn’t resist leaning into her touch. “Do they need love?”

“Not all, or so they say. All I know is that I was lost before I found you. I’m never letting you go again.” He shifted her until she straddled his lap. She impaled her pussy on his length and he groaned, dropping his head back on the chair. With a thigh in each hand, he allowed her to work him, and she didn’t disappoint. “Never letting you go…” he repeated.

* * * *

The drive home lifted Samantha’s spirits. The trip during the summer provided never-ending beauty—fields in a variety of colors and textures, every type of livestock, and the sunsets were unforgettable. When she bored of mile after mile of prairie, she had her three men and about a million questions for them.

“What about my sisters? My mother?” She didn’t want to sound like the gold digger Angel had accused her of being when she left in April, but with no job in
Alberta
, how would she send money?

“Since we plan on marrying you proper, they’ll be our family too. And we take care of our own.” Cord squeezed her hand. “We know you’re not using us, never suspected it for a minute. But we do have money, plenty of money.”

Val twisted from the front seat to face them in the back. “We’re gonna spoil you. I even bought you your own horse. A fine gelding, a black Arabian. You’ll love him.” His joy was contagious. Even though she knew nothing about horses, she couldn’t wait to meet the animal.

“I don’t even know how to ride,” she said.

“You could have fooled me.” Wyatt drove, not turning when he spoke.

She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him from behind. “I need to be
taught
.”

“True. We have so many things to teach you.” Wyatt kissed her knuckles briefly before she pulled away and cuddled back with Cord.

No relationship was perfect, and they had a lot to learn about each other. But they loved each other, brought out the best in one another, and together they’d be a family. They’d create new memories together. Life was only just beginning.

Samantha Carson
. She liked the ring to the name. Wyatt said he’d be the man on the marriage certificate, but it was only a paper to make things legal. They all knew in their hearts she was the property of the
Carson
brothers, and she had no complaints about it.

Sleep pulled at her, the sound of the engine lulling her into unconsciousness. Cord’s heartbeat against her ear and his fingers gently caressing her curls sealed the deal. As she drifted off, she realized she never felt so safe, so wanted in all her life. She’d found her place in the world. Samantha had originally set out on a great journey, expecting to return to her dire reality within a week. What she got was forever—an ending to rival even her favorite e-book.

THE END

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