“Oh, yes, Megan,” he growled, thrusting harder, deeper and faster with a wild abandoned fury. “My cock in your ass, that’s what you want. Fucking you hard.”
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Clutching clumps of grass as her fingers dug into the cool, soft green carpet, Megan closed her eyes and let the sensations wash over her. She panted as the ache mounted deep in her womb. Squeezing her anal muscles around his hard, thick flesh, she pushed back to meet each unrelenting, glorious thrusts. She loved it. Loved his massive cock deep inside her body. Loved the way his strength dominated her, possessed her. Loved the man. She was his for the taking.
“Nooo,” she managed to protest softly when she felt Devin shudder, his cock jerking and pumping inside her as hot spurts filled her already overflowing ass. She felt the thick, sticky liquid weeping down her thighs. But she was so close, the aching flesh between her thighs was empty, her clit throbbed, demanded more. “Not yet.”
Reaching underneath, he stroked her clit, and she found what she needed, Soft cries of pleasure raked through the grass as she stretched out her chin over the plush green carpet, wallowing in the ecstasy racing in her body from head to toe.
As if he too was satisfied, with a deep, guttural growl, Devin crammed himself against her buttocks. He held himself there as he spilled his hot seed. A tiny gasp reared up her throat as she felt his fingers slip between the crevice of their bodies and gently cosset the joining point of their flesh just before he moved away.
Glancing over her shoulder as Devin withdrew, she saw Caleb stroking his cock back to life. He quickly replaced Devin between her thighs. Without effort, she complied as he rolled her on her back. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and impaled her with one deep thrust. Moaning and gushing, she felt her muscles grip his flesh exquisitely. The thick length pulsed deep insider her.
Weak, spent, reeling from one orgasm after another, Megan could only gasp for breath. She blinked up at the blue sky, dazed with pleasure as her body soared with blissful sensations. His pace was fast, faster, then even faster, until their bodies were slamming together, and their releases shattered his pounding rhythm and shook their bodies.
Devin and Caleb didn’t stop there.
Their dark arousal, the intense, insatiable need filled their lusty expressions and coursed hotly through their bodies like a palpable second layer of gluttonous flesh. She yielded her nakedness to their potent desires and virile sexuality. Their cocks, still hard and long, pumped pure pleasure inside her. Her body instinctively responded, accepted them, serviced them, tumbled with carnal lust as they moved between her thighs. Together. Individually. All she could do was lie back and writhe in pleasure as they possessed her, spread her legs, turned her this way and that way, over and over again, until she floated away in a wondrous aftermath.
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Minutes, hours, days later, she didn’t know. Frankly, she didn’t care which as they carried her to the river. They washed the scent of forbidden sex off their bodies. She was semi-conscious, not knowing who held her as hands soaped every inch of her body.
At first, their touch was gentle, cleansing and relaxing, extremely soothing to her sweat-drenched skin as the rosy scent of her favorite soap served as a symbolism of reality. Gradually, the lathered hands and fingers became more probing, sexual, insistent, demanding. Quietly, she let the familiar sensations literally wash over her. Completely exhausted, her eyes remained closed as one hand drove three thick, long fingers between her swollen lips, another strummed her clit, and yet another finger teased her anus beneath the water. Two mouths covered her aching nipples. She panted as her body thrashed in the water, as in a glorious dream she couldn’t awake from. She heard a faint, far-off feminine voice weakly chant, “Yes, yes, yes.” It was her own voice.
Just when she thought she was going to die from the pleasure, her legs were wrapped around someone’s waist, and her body leaned against a broad chest. Her head fell back on someone’s shoulder as either Devin or Caleb’s cock, she didn’t care whose, answered the throbbing, burning ache, the tormenting need in her pussy with one deep thrust. A scant second later, another cock impaled her to the hilt in her ass. Propped between their bodies, their thrusts and hands on her hips and thighs kept her above the water as it splashed relentlessly with each uncontained movement. Having climaxed several times earlier, Caleb’s and Devin’s next releases were long in coming. By that time, her body had been overwhelmed by their lusty demands three more ecstatically draining times. She fought her weakness, the daze clouding her senses, desperate to keep up with their inexhaustible desires to serve their prowess.
Eventually, she lost consciousness.
Chapter 23
Putting away the breakfast dishes, Megan happened to glance out the kitchen window and notice Devin dismount Deuce, fluid muscle and power inciting the common maneuver to one of perfection.
It never failed to amaze her how two huge creatures could move about with such graceful agility. Normally, she could hear riders approach before she could see them when they turned around the bend of the small hill behind the barn. Yet Devin and Deuce seemed mountain-bred—part Indian, part ghost. As though on winged feet, people couldn’t see or hear them until they were in front of them.
Back from dropping Shelby and Emma off at the start of another school week, Devin’s tall, stocky frame dwarfed the amazing animal. An unusual breed of horse, never had she seen one so large and well taken care of before. Reed had paid special attention to his horses, as well. He had believed all animals were innocent creatures of God, and it was man’s right to care for them, only taking the lives of those necessary to feed his family.
Devin’s relationship went beyond that. It was downright awe-inspiring. Even now, as she watched him make his way toward the barn to unsaddle Deuce, they were talking to one another. At least, Devin was talking, and Deuce nodded, shaking his head as though he was not only understanding, but actually answering.
It was then she heard a rider approach and caught sight of Caleb riding up.
She was surprised he would show up so soon after what occurred Friday.
She placed a hand to her belly as the butterflies fluttered. Memories of their wonderful experience by the river were still fresh. Luckily for her, she resisted temptation in the past. If she had known what a fabulous, experienced lover Caleb had become, she may not have been able to resist him, as she had during her marriage to Reed. Then again, they could have been married, and she wouldn’t have missed out on ten years of making love to him.
The last thing she could recall was her bath turning into another bout of two wickedly handsome men with two large, hard cocks pumping into her. Strangely, not knowing what happened after she passed out didn’t frighten her. It only added a sense on naughtiness. The recall sent a flood of hot liquid between her thighs.
Waking up several hours later that day as the sun faded behind the hills, wrapped snuggly in a pile of blankets, she was the most satisfied woman alive, despite being a tad sore below the waist. Her chores were done, the girls home from school and fed. Devin even helped with their homework.
In addition to her father, Reed and Caleb were the only two men she ever trusted. After a very tumultuous beginning, she’d grown to trust Devin equally.
The men glanced out the window, then exchanged a few words before Devin headed toward the barn. Caleb made his way toward the house, pausing to tie his horse to the hitching post in front of the porch.
Grabbing the coffee pot she’d placed in the cupboard moments earlier, she filled it with water from the barrel near the sink. Placing the coffee pot on the potbellied stove, she struck a match and lit a flame under the pot, knowing Caleb liked his coffee hot and fresh.
Being able to share herself so intimately with Caleb was a once–in-a-lifetime opportunity she didn’t regret. It was something she’d treasure ‘til the day she died. How was she going to contain herself each time she looked at him, knowing what was beneath that suit and tie? Her mouth went dry.
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p; It was wicked of her to participate, to even have allowed Devin to tie her up. She’d learned from experience how being forced to submit to the forbidden was highly erotic. The giddy excitement, anticipation of the unknown, of being dominated once again added an extra carnal edge to her pleasure. Who knew she favored a deep-rooted desire for depravity? And the addition of gorgeous Caleb, her first love, intensified the pleasure immensely.
She expected it would never occur again, which suited her fine. After all, Devin was more than enough to handle. His appetite was insatiable, his mouth and tongue delicious, his long fingers and smooth hands devilishly attentive, and his hefty twelve-inch cock impressively skilled.
Then again, Caleb’s thick nine-incher wasn’t anything to laugh at. He didn’t lie when he said he’d learned a thing or two since they were teenagers. She’d just have to learn to live and be satisfied with the wickedly sinful memory permanently ingrained in her mind.
Devin never fully explained why he allowed it to happen. The only explanation she could think of was erasing the memories of young teenagers fumbling through their first sexual experience.
Caleb would always be a part of her. She’d love him forever. If pressed, she’d be unable to deny she thought about him often the past few days. Each time, it left her tingling and wet, pulse racing as her temperature rose.
Last night, when the girls were sound asleep, and she and Devin were safe behind locked doors, she asked him to use a dildo while he fucked her. Of course, he obliged without hesitation or question. Closing her eyes, she imagined Caleb in bed with them, both their cocks thrusting deep inside her, stretching, filling, pleasuring her again.
It was her secret, certain it would never happen twice. Decent folk didn’t do that sort of thing. It went against everything she believed. And Caleb—well, Caleb was brought up respectable and proper. A real gentleman in every sense of the word.
Dressed in her Sunday best, his mother would fall down and die if she ever found out he cavorted with the likes of her. “Devil’s work.” Would be Mrs. Walker’s final words.
It shocked her that he’d participated in the first place. Since he did, she’d cherish the memory. She’d commit his glorious body, magnificent cock, skilled hands, and delightful tongue to her dreams. Where he would live forever.
Devin Spawn, her notorious outlaw, had stolen her heart. As stubborn, ornery and wary as he was, she knew deep down he cared for her, though he would never admit to such.
If only he showed her half as much affection as he paid that horse of his, she’d be the happiest woman alive. And the most sexually satisfied, she thought with a grin. A ripple of lust settled between her thighs.
“Morning, Meg. What are you grinning about?” Caleb smiled warmly as he walked through the front door. Taking his hat off, he hung it on an empty peg next to the doorframe, where she kept her sunbonnet. As usual he was dressed in a European style suit and tie—doctor attire, he liked to call it.
Her cheeks warmed at the uneasiness of being caught daydreaming of Devin’s enormous cock, she quickly turned and reached for the coffee tin on the counter.
“Not much. Just how nice it’s been this spring. Not too hot, not too cold. Perfect weather, don’t you agree? I’m making you a fresh pot of coffee. Take a seat. It’ll be ready soon.”
“Day seems nice enough so far. Hoping it will improve as the day progresses.” He stepped into the kitchen, leaned his backside against the counter next to her. Removing the measuring cup from a hook underneath the shelf, she allowed her gaze from underneath her lashes to travel from his muscled thigh up to the part in his jacket. Her fingers ached to touch the worthy hump in his trousers to make it widen, elongate.
“Oh,” she muttered, tearing her gaze away. The kitchen suddenly felt smaller, confined. “You have something exciting planned for this afternoon?” Her voice sounded shaky, coinciding with the weakness in her fingers. “Courting one of the young ladies in town?” She fumbled with the tin lid. Damn thing wouldn’t open.
Frustrated, she blew out harsh breath as he reached over to take the container. His hand brushed hers, warm and smooth, evoking carnal images.
Swallowing hard, she moved to the stove and peeked under the lid of the coffeepot to check if the water was ready.
“Not likely,” he said as the lid popped open behind her. “Since I already have a girl.”
“Really?” Megan swirled around to face him, smiling. She should be excited by the prospect Caleb had finally found a nice girl. It would make things easier if he had a woman of his own. She felt a stab of jealousy at the thought of him making love to another woman. Her smile waned, and she tried to keep her voice cheery, or at least interested. “Tell me all about her.”
“Well, she’s about so high.” He raised a hand in front of him, slightly leveled with her height. “Hair is really pretty, the soft, silky kind a man likes to curl around his fingers. Prettiest eyes, the kind he’d want to look into for the rest of his born days.”
As he spoke, the softness, warmth in his eyes changed. The beautiful blue deepened, turned sensual. He was a man, if not in love, definitely in lust with a woman. She was saddened, that look was meant for another. Yet she couldn’t stop the sexual stirrings deep inside her womb.
“Sounds like you’re really smitten, Caleb. I’m happy for you.” Her voice was subdued. She ignored how aroused she was at the thought of him gazing into her own eyes as he thrust his big cock inside her instead of another woman. She made her way to the counter, careful to keep a safe foot between them. She measured enough coffee for three into a measuring cup. She hated herself for being selfish. Where was her loyalty? What did that say about their friendship?
“Are you, Meg?” he asked her gently, his gaze questioning.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” Glancing sideways, she gave him a brief smile. She felt her face begin to flush at the intensity in his gaze. “You’re entitled to happiness like any one else.” She tried her best to sound sincere and cover any trace of envy as she looked into his eyes. There was a longing there that confused her.
“I’m delighted you agree.” His eyes lit up with keen appreciation as he grinned. “I haven’t told you the best part.”
“She’s well-to-do?” She asked playfully, looking away from his boyish grin that warmed her heart and weakened her knees. Taking a deep breath, she rose on her toes and reached for two cups and saucers from the overhead shelf.
He slowly moved directly behind her. “Her figure.” His voice was suddenly low, seductive.
Her head popped to attention at the inappropriateness. Men usually didn’t discuss their female friend’s shape with another woman. That was reserved for tawdry banter amid men.
“Tiny waist,” he continued as his hands encircled her waist.
“Caleb,” she gasped, dropping the cups on the counter. She covered his hands with hers as she tried to pull them away.
“Firm breasts that fit nicely in my mouth.” His large hands glided upwards until they surged over the swell of her breasts. She wore nothing underneath her clothes, so he kneaded them easily through the thin cotton blouse. Her chest heaved from alarm as he sandwiched her between him and the counter. She stilled, her hands above his feeling the heat of his skin pressing into her breasts.
“Caleb.” Her voice was a soft whisper. She was too stunned to say anything else. Bracing her hands against the counter, she felt him, hard and thick, pressing into the small of her back, his fingers squeezing, pinching and tweaking the hard peaks of her breasts roughly. The flare of pain curled through her system like raging fire.
She closed her eyes on a breathless cry. Devin.
“After the other day, you’re mine, Meg.” His lips whispered over her neck, voice heated with arousal. “Don’t you realize that?”
She made a low moaning sound as he continued to tease her nipples, forcing them to pucker, drawing them out, making the tips plump, easier to grasp through the thin fabric. Resting her head against his chest,
she stared up at the ceiling. Her body shivered as she arched her back and pressed her breast against his palms.
His masculine scent of arousal melted her resistance. Using his thigh, he parted her legs slightly, pressed the length of his engorged cock between her buttocks. She gasped as the movement bore down on the dildo Devin had inserted before he rolled out of bed, sending ripples of lust racing through her body, had her pussy throbbing with need.
Why was this happening? Her body was responding, enjoying his touch so readily. Strangely, she craved his body, his touch, as she shamefully reveled in the knowledge he wanted her, not some other woman. The anticipation of another man pleasuring her both scared and excited her. It was improper, weak to yield to all appetites of the flesh and carnal passions of the body.
The absolute epitome of a gentleman, only once did Caleb make an inappropriate advance toward her while married to Reed.
Where’s Devin? Why hasn’t he come inside?
Her breath deepened as she felt his hand begin to lift her skirt, the warmth of his breath caressing her neck. Her body trembled. Shutting her eyes, she tightened her inner muscles, tried to control the warm proof of her arousal seeping from her vagina, coating the entrance in preparation.
“Caleb,” she whimpered, feeling the heat of his fingers on her bare skin, feather soft as they moved slowly up her thigh. Her body was on fire, engulfed in lust.
“Megan, let me touch you.” His voice was husky, laced with passion. He brushed soft kisses along the curve of her neck. She shivered as his fingers inched perilously closer to the hot, throbbing folds of her moist, tender flesh. “Let me love you.”
Love? Devin! She fought for breath, fought her betrayal, fought for control, fought the wickedness.
His hand stilled at the narrow juncture of her thighs as he encouraged her away from the counter to grant him complete access. She squirmed in his grip as he tried to ease her back, his fingers barely touching the soft curls of her drenched lips. “Stop it, Caleb!”
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