Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“I wish you could see this, Janey. I wish you could see how your pussy looks stretched around us both.” Mason reaches for my hand. “Here… feel it.”
With tentative fingers, I explore where our bodies are joined, moaning as I create an image in my head from touch alone.
The friction is maddening. Every stroke grinds them against each other inside me, pressing relentlessly against that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyes.
Mason’s hand reaches around to rub my clit in firm circles. “That’s it, Janey. We’re going to ruin this pretty pussy. Gonna pump you so full of cum you’ll be dripping it into the dirt when you walk back to that house.”
I groan at the image, turned on and desperate to explore the depths of my fantasies while I still have the chance.
“Put your fingers in my mouth,” I tell Brookes. “Fill me.”
His heavy-lidded eyes darken as he pushes his calloused fingers past my lips, groaning as I suck them.
“She wants to be filled, Mason,” he murmurs. “Maybe you should fill that other hole.”
I shiver as Mason draws back. He spits, and circles the tight muscle with his thumb, slowly pushing inside. No one’s ever touched me there before, and it sends a mix of mortification and sensation through me, a connection I didn’t know existed flaring brightly.
They build speed gradually, fucking me together in deep, coordinated strokes. The wet, filthy sounds of two cocks plunging into my soaked, cum-filled pussy echo through the barn. I’m moaning constantly now, reduced to broken gasps as they share me in the most intimate, kinky way possible.
“I want you to come again for us,” Mason growls, his thrusts growing harder, his thumb deep inside me. “Milk our cocks, sweetheart. We’re gonna fill you up together. Breed this sweet pussy.”
Breed?
I don’t tell him I’m covered by a handy little pill.
I think his claim is part of the kink, and I get it. The idea of them filling me that way, so completely, sends a shiver through me, followed by an orgasm that crashes over me without warning, with a violence that steals sound from my throat. My pussy clamps down hard around both of them, fluttering and squeezing even though there’s no room around their girth, as wave after wave rip through me. I bury my face against Brookes’s chest as my whole body convulses, and lose the ability to breathe, soaring into some unknown dimension reserved only for the unsuspecting pleasure slaves of cowboys who love to share.
Brookes groans first, slamming deep and throbbing, flooding me. Mason follows right behind, grinding in as far as he can and pulsing thick ropes inside me, mixing with Brookes’s until I’m impossibly full.
They stay buried inside me, both cocks twitching as they empty every last drop. When they finally pull out, a heavy gush of their combined release spills from my gaping pussy, running down my thighs in messy rivers.
I collapse between them, utterly spent, my body limp and quivering. My body feels empty in a way it never has before, their absence so stark against the sensation of being totally filled. Their hands stroke me gently now, with Mason’s palm smoothing possessively over my cum-filled belly, and Brookes pressing soft kisses to my sweat-damp hair, bringing me down with murmured praise.
Only then, as the first faint light of dawn begins to creep under the barn doors, do I truly start to come down.
My body is deliciously wrecked. I reach between my legs, wincing at the puffy soreness I find. I’m gaping slightly and leaking a thick trickle of their combined cum that I wish I was in a position to watch. My lips are swollen, and my skin is marked with fingerprints, beard burn and little love bites. My mind feels hazy and sated in a way I’ve never experienced.
What happens when the sun comes up? When I have to walk back into the house on shaky legs, pretending this was a wild dream? When I go back to my normal life of work, responsibilities, and my mother’s expectations, and try to forget how it felt to be owned and praised and filled by two sun-browned cowboys who looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing they’d ever seen?
The ache in my chest returns, sharper now.
I knew it would come. I’ve never been able to fuck and forget. With intimacy comes connection. Their praise and tenderness, interwoven with their passion, only made it stronger.
But for these last quiet minutes, wrapped safely between their warm, solid bodies, I push the worry away. I let myself savor the feeling of being held. I let their low voices wash over me with more soft praise and gentle touches.
“Damn, Janey,” Mason says, voice low and gravel-rough, but warm with a softer tone beneath. “You took all that like a damn champion. Most girls would’ve tapped out after the first round. That took real strength, sweetheart. Real trust. Makes a man feel ten feet tall knowing you gave it to us so sweet.”