Her Heart-Stealing Cowboys [Hellfire Ranch 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (38 page)

“Lift up more so I can get your other tit,” Tag said.

She bit her lip and tried to concentrate just on the delicious agony Wade’s talented fingers were bestowing on her ass, but Tag wouldn’t let her off that easily.

He grabbed her right breast and squeezed hard. “Give me your other tit,” he ordered.

She managed to twist her body enough to give him what he demanded without losing any of the incredible sensation of Wade’s fingers.

“Good girl,” Tag murmured. He cupped her flesh and brought the wand to the nipple but didn’t touch her yet. He looked back at Wade. “More?”

More lube dribbled over her sensitive flesh and she whimpered and rocked forward.

“Take a deep breath, Bex,” Wade said.

She squeezed her eyes shut and inhaled.

Wade pushed a third finger into her ass and she went from pleasure to past full in the span of a second. She danced on his hand. “Damn. Damn. Damn!”

He didn’t move in or out but he patted her butt with his other hand. “Now would be good, Tag.”

The burn of her ass started to lessen just as Tag flared the wand into life and pressed it to her nipple. She jerked backward, further impaling herself on Wade’s hand.

“Oh, my God,” she whispered. The dueling sensations pushed her toward an orgasm. Her pussy throbbed unbearably. “Please, someone fuck me.”

Wade wiggled his fingers, pulled them out, then sent them back in. Rebecca could feel herself loosening up and her excitement peaked higher in anticipation.

Tag set the wand aside as Wade withdrew from her body, leaving her feeling empty and unsatisfied.

She hung her head and breathed deeply to regain some equilibrium. Her racing heart and greedy lower body weren’t cooperating and she swayed and rolled her hips in the air, hoping to entice them.

“Scoot over a minute,” Tag told her.

She edged toward the head of the bed as he stretched out on his back. His long, strong legs hung over the edge and flattened to the floor. Rebecca reached out and caressed his hard cock.

“Mm, I love the feel of your hand, darlin’, but I want your wet pussy on me. Come on, cowgirl up.”

She clambered to him and braced herself on his shoulders before carefully straddling his lean hips.

He cupped the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to his. He kissed her with sweet passion. Soft, gentle caresses that warmed her through her entire body.

“I love you, Rebecca,” he whispered. His green eyes were backlit by such strong assurance, tears filled her eyes. He frowned and wiped a trickle away. “Hey, there’s no crying in sex.”

She laughed and buried her head into the crook of his neck while she attempted to gather her control. “I know, but hearing you say that makes me all gooey inside.”

Tag slid his hand between them and cupped her pussy. “You’re pretty gooey down here, too. Perfect for taking my cock.”

She raised her head and smiled down at him. “I agree.”

He rubbed the head of his dick along her dripping slit and each pass was like a jolt from the wand. Sharp, intense, and leaving her wanting more.

“Now, that’s an interesting look,” Tag said. “Wade, I think our girl is getting impatient.”

Wade immediately slapped her butt and she lurched.

“Tell us what you want, Bex,” Tag said.

She ground along his cock, trapping his length between her thighs. His heated dick throbbed against her lower lips and she wanted him deep inside her. She looked him full in the face. A sense of sensual elation swept over her, giving her the confidence to say exactly what was on her mind. “I want your hard cock in my pussy, Taggart Cain.” She dropped a fast kiss on his lips then turned and looked at Wade. “And I want you to lube your big dick and fuck my ass, Wade Merritt.”

“Damn,” Wade said. “I love a woman who speaks her mind.”

“Yeah, it’s sexy as hell,” Tag agreed. “Spread your legs a little more, Rebecca.”

She inched her thighs outward and wiggled her butt. “I’m waiting.”

Wade’s warm chuckle was in direct opposition to the chilled lube he poured over her ass. “Pushy wench.”

Tag tugged on her nipples. “Ready?”

She nodded.

Wade pulled apart her cheeks and the soft, hot head of his slick dick pressed against her asshole. Tiny, tearing pains skittered along the nerves as he pushed inexorably inward. He stopped for a second and she panted through the sensuous pain.

“Doing okay?” he asked.

“Yes,” she gritted out. “Keep going.”

His hands settled on her hips, and he drove further in. She felt stretched beyond all measure but aside from the burn it didn’t really hurt. He’d definitely loosened her up by finger-fucking her ass. Nothing but pleasure radiated from her ass. She started to sway and push back at him.

Suddenly, the head flared and spread her so wide she squeaked in surprise, then he slid deep inside her.

“Fuck, you’re hot and tight,” Wade muttered. His fingers clenched on her hips and drew her backward. “Okay?”

“Yes, yes. God, yes.”

She felt full and wild and on the edge of orgasm.

Wade drilled all the way into her ass until his balls smacked against her wet pussy. She moaned at the dual sensation.

He started to fuck her with slow, measured strokes that bounced from her ass to her pussy and pooled in her tummy in a wave of white-hot pleasure.

Then he stopped, the head of his dick spreading her ass wide.

She nearly collapsed on Tag’s chest.

“Easy darlin’, just setting up for the next part,” Tag said.

He fitted his cock to her pussy and pushed upward.

They both groaned at the contact. She clenched around him immediately, trying to milk him with her inner muscles.

“Christ, Bex,” he said with a loud gasp. He held her tits and squeezed lightly. “Ride me, sweetheart.”

Gingerly, she lifted her hips. The movement pushed Wade further into her body and she froze, suddenly impaled by two very hard, very large cocks.

Her mind threatened to explode with the sensual overload. She sank back down until she circled Tag’s entire cock with her pussy then rose again.

The slow rhythm kept her at the edge of orgasm. Tiny balls of pleasure pelted her insides.

Wade caressed her lower back before grabbing hold of her hips again. Tag circled her ribs with his strong hands.

He smiled up at her. “Ready to come?”

“God, yes!”

Both men laughed.

Tag held her at the base of his cock as Wade slowly pushed into her ass. She arched her back at the absolute fullness of being stuffed by both men.

“Incredible,” she moaned.

Wade pulled back, then Tag did and they began an alternating motion with one cock in her body at all times. The friction of Wade’s dick in her ass burned through her while the sweet slap of Tag’s body against her clit and pussy drove her higher and higher.

She gripped Tag’s shoulders and closed her eyes, absorbing every bit of their incredible lovemaking.

Her pussy spasmed and clenched.

Tag gasped and his hands tightened on her ribs. He picked up the speed of his thrusts, which made her shudder with the rising pleasure.

“More, more, more,” she said in time to their thrusts.

Wade started driving hard and fast into her ass, and her entire body began to shake. She couldn’t catch her breath, her legs quivered, and her pussy and ass felt like they were about to explode.

“Oh, God,” she cried. “I’m going to come. Yes, keep fucking me.”

She drove her hips down and back, down and back, seeking greater pressure, harder thrusts, more pleasure.

She was so close.

Wade’s dick swelled inside her ass.

“Here it comes!” he yelled. He slammed into her hard and deep. His cock jerked as he came inside her.

The heat of his cum tripped her own orgasm, and she threw her head back and came just as hard as he did, squeezing his dick with her ass and Tag’s with her pussy.

“That’s it, Bex. Come. Come hard. Yeah, squeeze my cock,” Tag urged her. “Squeeze it, baby. Make me come. Suck me with your pretty pussy.”

She shuddered and grasped him as hard as she could with her muscles.

“Oh, fuck, yeah.” Tag’s fingers dug into her sides as he pumped in and out of her. “Take it, Bex.”

He jerked her down hard and stilled. His dick throbbed as he pumped his seed deep into her pussy.

Once more the wave of warmth set her off. She writhed on Tag’s cock, riding out her orgasm along his hard body.

Finally, she collapsed against him, her arms and legs no longer able to support her.

Wade’s cock popped from her ass with another delicious tingle, and he groaned as he dropped to the bed, one arm flung over his eyes. His chest heaved as wildly as her heart pumped.

Beneath her, Tag’s sweat-slickened body pounded just as hard.

She lifted her hips and moaned as he slid wetly out then managed to fall to the mattress in between the two men.

“I think you destroyed me,” she said. Her weak grin felt as wobbly as the rest of her body.

Tag turned his head and grinned back at her. “Mission accomplished, then.”

He shifted onto his side and propped his head up on his hand. He traced a vein in her breast.

Wade’s hand flattened against her tummy and stroked lightly. “Just think, we have all the time in the world to recuperate and do it again.”

She laughed and grabbed at their hands, pressing them into her body. “I like that,” she said.

“You do? Really?” Tag asked.

The uncharacteristic hesitation in his voice made her smile softly. “Yes,” she replied. “I’m the luckiest girl in the world, you know.”

“How’s that?” Wade asked.

She kissed him then reached over and kissed Tag. A rush of love, strong and pure, made the insides of her elbows and knees hurt with the intensity of the emotion. Her heart soared as she looked into the faces of the two men she’d come to love so deeply.

The two men who loved her just as much.

“I had no idea when I came to Texas that you two would not only steal my breath but you’d steal my heart, too. There’s no place I’d rather be than right here between you two. Forever.”

THE END

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