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Reaching the bedroom, Devin sat her on the edge of the bed. Crossing the room, he took a washcloth and dipped it in the wash basin, then wrung out the excess water. He turned and found Megan staring at him. The wealth of emotions clouding her eyes took his breath away.
He plopped down beside her. She smiled up at him, and again, he was struck by the sheer intensity of the unbridled passion blazing in the hazel depths. This passion was not of a sexual nature, one that made him more than uncomfortable. For a minute, he tried to dismiss his unease as he struggled inwardly for composure. Yet the unfamiliar stirring tempering his defenses would not release its stronghold on him so easily.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you?” he asked after took a deep, calming breath. He tenderly wiped the gleam off her brow with the wash cloth. Feeling guilty for behaving like the brute he was, he smiled at her and whispered, “Can you forgive me if I did?”
“I love you, Devin Spawn.” Her soft voice was filled with emotions he knew were misdirected. He was undeserving. Unworthy. Nevertheless, her warm words were heartfelt and true. He couldn’t return them. Hearing them was tearing him apart.
“I know, Megan Spawn,” he replied gently. Lowering his head, he watched her eyes as they lowered to his lips. He leaned in closer. Slanting his lips over hers, he kissed her. A soft, gentle brush of his lips against the warm moistness of hers, so brief, it almost didn’t seem real. Only her breathless sigh told him she felt, understood the unspoken words. “I know.”
The tension in the room was too much for him. Suffocating. He felt like his chest was about to explode. Eager, downright desperate to change the mood, he fell back on the bed. Tossing his legs over the edge, he stretched out, careful not to kick her in the process. Taking his cock in hand, he hurriedly cleaned up. Flinging the rag on the floor, he ran two expert strokes along the length and ran his fingers along the sensitive underside of the head.
“I could do that for you,” she whispered seductively, the tips of her fingers tugging gently on buckskin fly where his hands were diligently working.
“You’ve done enough,” he drawled seductively. More than you’ll ever know. He gave her a look that let her know he was deliciously sated and about ready for sin.
Megan giggled as he magically came to life before her eyes. He was long, thick, and hard as stone. Perfect to suit her needs.
“It’s all yours, Megan.” He kept his voice low, a sensuous enticement to the unbridled passion was the message he wanted to convey. It was all he had to offer. “For you to ride as long as you want. At least, until it’s time to pick up the girls.”
“Can I at least undress you first?” Curling the corners of her lips, she arched a brow in a playful, teasing manner that displayed her adorable dimples. A look that touched parts of him that had no business being touched.
“You can do to me whatever the hell pleases you.” He smiled, parting his legs and stretching out his arms, indicating he was all hers for the taking. He didn’t have the strength or desire to deny her.
“No interference.” She had a wicked gleam in her eye, and he grinned. If he wasn’t already hard, that look would have done the trick.
“None from me,” he assured her, about ready to pass out from exhaustion. In a tiny package called Megan, he’d met his match.
Slowly, she undressed him. He moved and shifted around as necessary as she pulled off everything in her way. And apparently, everything was in her way, including the sweat dripping from his skin—she wiped that away, too.
When she was done, his breathing escalated as her lips began to kiss every inch of his skin. He closed his eyes, moaning quietly as he felt the warmth and tenderness of her lips, the moistness of her hot little tongue roaming upon his skin. Softly, tenderly, she caressed his entire body with the heat of her body and hands as she moved over him.
He laid back submissively, grimacing with his own need. Lust raged through his bloodstream. Minutes ago, he thought he would pass out from exhaustion, sleep for a year. Now, he wanted her so badly, his heartbeat pounded in his ears. Clenching his fists in the blankets, he fought to remain still.
This was her time. He had given his word, to let her do with him as she pleased.
So this was love: so tender, so gentle and so caring. The emotion so heartfelt and strong, it permeated into his very core, transcended even his most rigid boundaries.
He never imagined one person could possess so much love.
And it was aimed at him.
This must be heaven, he concluded as she straddled him. She braced her palms on his chest, and he stared at her in silence as she raised her hips over his cock. Slowly she lowered herself until he was wrapped in her moist heat. He groaned harshly, battling his inner demons. Holding his hips still took a helluva lot of control, but he managed.
Instantly, she cried out his name. She clung to him as her body exploded and drenched his flesh with the first of many climatic releases. He kept his hands to himself as she kissed his eyelids, nose, behind the ears, the curve of his throat, everywhere but his mouth. As if knowing if she did, he would want to take over, and she would probably let him.
He lay there, fighting the dominant male instinct. She enjoyed her feminine instinct to please. And please she did. Leaving him with no choice but to ignore his raging hard-on as it swelled, throbbed for wet-heat, ached to ram into her tight body as she paced herself. She fought the instinctive urge to pound deep and hard as she convulsed, milked him within her velvet depths each time she took her pleasure. She rocked over his body slow and easy, with long, steady strokes. It nearly destroyed him, but he lay there and let her take what she needed.
Deep down, he knew she desperately wanted to feel his love, needed a part of him she could only have if she took it from him. He felt like a selfish bastard for always taking from someone so willing to give of herself, with one desire in return, what he did not possess, a heart, worthy of receiving as well as giving love.
In a way, by his acceptance, he was sending her a message loud and clear.
* * * *
Throughout the next two weeks, whenever the girls were in school, Caleb continued to come. Come in her mouth, her pussy, her ass, over her belly and face. She thought it strange at first, but he seemed to enjoy rubbing his cream into her skin. He delighted in the least of the perverse acts they performed as they licked various parts of each others’ bodies. Devin would have none of it. He wanted her to swallow every last drop of his seed, or fill her body, as though wanting to keep a part of him inside her for as long a possible.
It took her a while before she was completely comfortable accepting both of them. After all, it was unusual. Final acceptance ultimately would mean she agreed to marry Caleb. Devin would ride off, believing all was well. Her life would be spent waiting for his return, if he decided to return. The thought left her sad, confused, strangely alone, and very afraid of what would happen if she made the wrong choice.
Through the peephole at Jazelle’s, she’d watched cowboys short on cash resort to sharing a whore, presenting a whole new world of pleasure to her. Usually, they sat in the room and watched. While waiting, sometimes the more anxious touched either themselves or the women. Or else waited impatiently in the hallway for their turn, hollering through the door for their partner to ‘poke n’ go,’ ‘rush the flow’.
This was entirely different. Devin and Caleb were both handsome, muscled, well-endowed with thick, long, juicy cocks. And they both knew what to do with them. At the same time, their hands, mouths, lips, tongues, and fingers worked sensuous magic. They left her breathless, satisfied and begging for more. Their stamina was a gift of nature. They could both go on for hours. They’d take turns pleasuring her until she awoke hours later in a sated, sexual daze. She suspected a male rivalry, competition of sorts, but didn’t dare bring it up for fear of spoiling her fun.
Devin was the exact opposite of Caleb. Rough to his gentle. Hard and fast to slow and easy. Her body enjoyed, responded,
and climaxed to both. However, Caleb was learning what really stoked her fire to mammoth proportions, could see how the sharp bite of pain mixed with pleasure broke all sexual boundaries, intensifying her orgasms into earth-shattering explosions and made her go absolutely wild with depraved lust.
By the end of the second week, she was ready and primed for her two lovers
Previously, Devin started their trysts by getting her so insanely aroused alone in their bedroom that when Caleb appeared sometime later, she was drunk with lust. She didn’t care if the whole town bought tickets to watch her suck and fuck both their cocks, lick and tease their assholes. She was tossed and turned, bent and spread, spanked and tied in every position imaginable. Finally she’d ride them into frenzy until they exploded from the sheer pleasure of it all.
Not today—it was her turn to be in charge.
She kept a watch out for Caleb. As soon as she saw him ride up, she rushed to her bedroom. It was her way of telling them she accepted their so-called ‘agreement.’ Her mind wasn’t made up about the marriage part yet, but she was willing to take it one step at a time. After all, what girl wouldn’t want two exquisitely handsome men fawning over her?
* * * *
“Megan,” Devin called for her as he walked through the front entryway.
Caleb followed two steps behind and settled on the couch, resting his foot over his knee.
“Shit, Megan,” Devin muttered, taken aback at the site on the bed after he opened the bedroom door. His cock stiffened, jerked in his britches as his mouth went dry.
Caleb rushed across the room and glanced over Devin’s shoulder.
Devin stood unmoved, gaping, eyes glued between Megan’s legs. She was completely naked, sprawled on the bed. Her legs spread wide, with one dildo buried in her ass and another pumping between the pinks folds, glistening with her juices. The expression on her face was purely erotic. She looked so beautiful, so wanton, lost in her own pleasure, need.
Caleb brushed past Devin, his jacket already removed. The rest of his clothes soon followed.
Snapping out of his daze, Devin scrambled out of his clothes, popping buttons and ripping material in the hasty process.
“I can’t wait.” Megan’s heavy-lidded gaze rose to Devin, then Caleb. “I want you both, now.”
Caleb rolled her on her side, drew one of her legs over his shoulder, jerked the dildo from her ass, and impaled her with one deep thrust. Her cry of pleasure filled the room as her body bolted off the bed. Her hands gripped the sheets. Curling his fingers around the dildo in her cunt, he matched the pounding in her ass and had her screaming with each deep penetrating thrust the side position allowed.
“Is this what you want, Meg?” Caleb growled, plunging into both passages with fiery abandon.
“Yes, Caleb, fuck me. Fuck me hard,” she cried out, bucking her hips against him.
Devin kept an eye on her. She was so caught up with the double sensations, so aroused and consumed with lust, she hadn’t realized what he was doing. He propped the large mirror that hung above the dresser onto the chair he had dragged closer to the bed. He positioned it at an angle for her to witness all the action, top to bottom.
Kneeling on the front of the bed, he held his cock to her lips. “I want you to watch while you suck me. See how beautiful you look. See what you do to us, Megan.”
She took him in her mouth, and he groaned roughly, feeling the hot, wetness surround his flesh. He glanced over his shoulder into the mirror, watching her. She stared as her mouth moved up and down the thick red shaft she held in her small hands. Her lips stretched taut. Her cheeks filled with the engorged head of his cock as she suckled deep and hard, then slow and easy. His fingers gripped in her hair, until she moaned from the sensuous bite of pleasure and pain the tugging elicited.
He noticed her gaze lower toward Caleb’s thick cock sliding in and out of her tiny ass, his hand ramming the ivory dildo between her pink, swollen lips. The vision was so erotic, so wicked, he could have come right then. Moving his hand to one of her breasts, he squeezed and released the hard nipple crowning the swollen mound as she moaned over his plunging shaft.
“Suck my dick, Megan. Harder, and I’ll make you come,” Devin promised, as he continued to watch her in the mirror.
Her face was flushed, eyes glazed with passion as her body moved against them in a heated frenzy. Moving a hand to his balls, she squeezed them hard, rolling them with her hands just the way he liked. He groaned as his blood pulsed with lust, hot and intense. She tightened the grip of her mouth, her tongue flickering the sensitive flesh on the underside that always sent him to where he wanted to go. She was sucking him as if she were starving, as if they hadn’t feasted on one another only hours ago. As if she could never get enough of his spicy juice. He sure as hell couldn’t get enough of hers.
“Yeah, baby, suck it hard.” Reaching down, he cupped the other breast, teasing the puckered tip with his thumb while stroking her clit with the other hand. He felt her body tightening, saw goose bumps covering her skin. He increased his thrusts as Megan’s mouth clamped down on his cock, her hand tightened around his scrotum as it filled with his seed.
She came instantly, screaming with pleasure over the head of his cock throbbing in her mouth. As the first burst of semen erupted, she swallowed him down her throat almost entirely. He growled furiously as his explosion flowed down her throat.
Devin’s entire body shook as he seemed to endlessly spill down the silken depths of her sweet, hot mouth. Caleb groaned out her name as he shuddered between her legs, filling her ass with his release.
Wasting no time, Devin flipped her over and turned her around. Bringing her to her knees, he jerked her thighs apart and took her ass in one deep plunge. Caleb wiped himself with the washcloth from the small table before slid his cock between her waiting lips.
“You like all your holes filled,” Devin growled, replacing the dildo lodged in her pussy with two long, thick fingers. “You like being naughty. Show us, Megan, how naughty you can be.” He slapped her ass.
* * * *
Pulling back from Caleb’s cock for a moment, Megan wanted to coerce Devin, tempt him. See how far he would go and how much she would enjoy the ride. “Is that all you have? I thought you wanted to fuck me. You look in the mirror while Caleb’s juicy cock fucks my mouth,” she ordered, provoking the wicked flame of passion stroked by their ingrained male rivalry.
Digging her fingernails in Caleb’s ass, she swallowed all of him greedily, hungrily as though she were starving. She was playing with fire, and she knew it.
“Don’t try me, Megan,” Devin warned harshly. The sharp sting of his hand on her flesh ripped through her body, more intense than usual, sure to leave a mark until tomorrow.
She beamed, lust flaring through her body. His cock pummeled into her anal depths with fierce potency as his hands held her in place, the sensations so intense, she burned from the inside out, drowning in the pleasure as he drove deeper and deeper. She wanted more. To feel him lose control. She wanted him to dominate her, love her the only way he knew how.
“You could get hurt. I’ll tear your ass apart,” Devin said.
Darting her eyes to the mirror, she stared as Caleb’s balls slapped against her chin. He dug his fingers in her hair and face-fucked her with the same heated passion he just fucked her ass with. She rocked back on Devin’s cock and fingers with a fiery passion. She released Caleb’s cock while she wiggled her ass, tempting Devin further. “Ya’ll too tired from yesterday? What’s a girl gotta do to get a proper fucking?”
He spanked her again, harder. “You’re asking for it, Megan.”
Her pussy tightened, gripping at the emptiness in desperation. Her mouth clenched around the thick flesh, swallowing the entire cock in her mouth. Caleb groaned, his body shuddering and his fingers tugging at her hair wrapped around his fingers.
“Again, Devin,” Caleb growled through gritted teeth, holding her face between his hands. His thrusts increased, plu
nging deeper down her throat.
She struggled to contain his throbbing flesh, her mouth gripping him harder. Dying to show them both who was in charge for a change.
“She’s sucking my cock like never before,” Caleb said. “Spank her again, harder.”
Devin’s hand came down again and again. She jerked as the painful sensations of utter pleasure tore through her body, sent streaks of lightning straight to her clit. Caleb threw his head back, shutting his eyes, groaning as she tightened her lips, her mouth and tongue suckling him harder and deeper as her fingertip swirled around his anus.
“Get ready, Meg, I’m coming,” Caleb shouted just as he stiffened. His entire body trembled, hot jets of cream shot down her throat.
Devin took hold of her hips and pummeled her with wild abandon, hard, furious, heated thrusts unlike anything she’d felt before. Caleb’s softening cock plopping out of her mouth as she moaned and groaned holding onto the bed. Her body thrashed back and forth, her hips swiveled and ground against him. She couldn’t grab the bed—it seemed to move with her as his cock drove faster and faster, until she wanted to scream at the vicious extremity she had no idea existed. Her body was shattering, vibrating, fighting the agonizing pleasure overwhelming her senses. It was too much, too harsh for her tender backside.
He reared back and roared her name, as if overcome by the power of his release rocking his tall frame. Thrusting, he shook his beefy stalk inside her as though to make sure he didn’t miss releasing a single drop in the depths before he withdrew. He left her quivering and burning with pulsating pleasure, her body glistening with perspiration and tingling with renewed vigor.
Sighing, he leaned back against the wall with his eyes closed, chest heaving roughly. She struggled to her feet to stand on the bed. She moved in front of him, watching as drops of sweat dripped from his forehead. Looking down, she smiled. Amazingly, he was still hard. He usually didn’t soften until after he came at least twice—sometimes three times, which suited her just fine. Considering Caleb and Devin both climaxed and she didn’t, she was ready to go again.
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