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by Devil's Pact (lit)

  Her heart beat fast. Her body quivered. She was dying to be filled. She pushed her hips against his hand, sliding down further on his imbedded finger, crying out at the excruciating pleasure stretching her rectum. The wild, hungry need drove her mad with lust.

  “Easy, Megan,” he hissed fiercely. “I’m about ready to burst as it is. Don’t make it harder. Can you wait till I prepare…?”

  “Devin,” she begged, leveraging her hands in the mattress next to Caleb’s hips as she thrust back against Devin, burying his finger deep inside. Her body trembled, her breath came in harsh pants as she forced her anal muscles to open and accept him. She needed to be stretched, filled, fucked, burned alive with ecstasy, not coddled.

  “You liked it when my big cock fucked your tiny ass, and Caleb fucked your sweet pussy.” He sounded surprised, amazed by her tremulous need to be taken anally, unprepared and so incredibly tight that a single finger barely fit. The protesting muscles stretched, tantalizing, seemed to tempt him to give in to his desire.

  “Oh, yes.” Her voice trembled with her depraved lust. The incredible desire for the wanton taboo made her want to scream as the fire raged through her blood. Knowing Devin wanted, needed, craved the same only fueled the turbulent flame.

  “Say it, Megan. Tell us how much you want it. How much you want two men fucking you.”

  He wanted to ravage her, plow into her depths with thrusts that matched the out of control fire raging through her body.

  “Yes…yes,” she panted, thrusting back on Devin’s finger and fighting to keep her eyes open and locked on Caleb’s. “Fuck me, please. Put your cock in my pussy.”

  Glancing over her shoulder at Devin, she felt the hot, desperate need stroking her like never before, heating her voice. She ordered him, “Stick your dick in my ass, stretch me. Fuck me hard. Tear me apart.”

  Closing her eyes to the overpowering arousal pulsing through her body, her head fell back, and her breasts arched upward. “Do it now. Fuck me,” she demanded, her weeping pussy aching and her anal muscles pulsing.

  “Come here, Meg. I’ll give you what you want,” Caleb held out his arms as Devin withdrew his finger and moved quickly to the chest where he kept their sexual aids. The raw sensuality in Caleb’s expression, the strain to control his need shuddering through his battered body, aroused and weakened her. “I’ll fill that pretty pussy of yours.”

  Shaking, she straddled his hips.

  “That’s it, Meg. Take it.” His hands gripped her hips, guiding her down his erection. Moaning and shaking as she lowered over him. She felt his cock easing deep inside her, stretching her drenched flesh, slick with arousal. “Ease all the way down. Look at it go in.”

  Leaning over his chest, her gaze lowered to her drenched pussy. Her excess juices leaking over the cock buried between her stretched cunt lips. She watched as the hard, thick flesh, red and thickly veined, disappeared inside her, stretching her, tunneling into her pussy inch by inch as she slowly sank down, shuddering as her body gripped him, clenched around him, his heat searing her in exquisite agony.

  The mattress sank under Devin’s weight as he moved behind her, taking hold of her hips. Caleb cupped her breasts. Devin’s cock, well lubricated with the oil kept in the chest, stood straight out from his groin and throbbed with anticipation. She felt his hot stiffness brush against her back, scorching her sweat-beaded skin. The heaviness, sheer size of it sent a shocking, startling stir of untold lust surging through her system, resounding in her sensitive flesh eager to accept him once again.

  “It’s gonna hurt.” Devin’s breath was hard and rough, steamy on her back as he urged her forward. She sighed when he lifted her off the impalement by the hips until only the flared head of Caleb’s cock was lodged inside her body. Taking deep breaths, she braced her hands against the headboard to keep herself from hurting Caleb’s chest. “You sure you want my cock, Megan?”

  “I want both of your big cocks fucking me at same time.” Overcome by carnal greed, depraved need flowed beneath her skin and flared through her heated blood. She was beyond stopping, her control non-existent. Already aching, wet, and ready for what was coming, she’d not be denied. Not tonight. Not ever again. “Devin, give it to me.”

  Devin sighed heavily. Clearly frustrated, unsure of the consequences as she felt the engorged head of his cock throb at the entrance, as if judging the fit.

  “Don’t hold back,” she begged frantically. She trembled as she felt him start to nudge, stretch the tight muscles apart. It made her muscles clench on the tip, barely spearing her pussy. She arched her back, felt like a wild, untamed lion as Caleb moaned, squeezed and pulled the hard peaks of her breasts, sending her to a whole other level of raging carnality. “I can’t take slow. Easy. Not now.”

  “You got it, baby,” Devin growled, his grip tightening. “Hold on. Relax.” He didn’t give her but a breathless moment for second thoughts before he rammed into her channel with one deep, powerful thrust as he pushed her hips down, burying Caleb’s cock deep inside her body.

  She cried out as the intense pleasure and fiery bite of pain tormenting her flesh, shattered her senses, tore through her shaking body. Caleb groaned. Amid her fluttering lashes, she saw his grimace besieged with lust and knew both passages were overfilled, possessed, gripped their bulging cocks to near painful, intolerable levels.

  Devin was motionless, breathing fast and furious. She meant to protest, but instead, opened her mouth and gasped for air. She fought to accustom herself to the heat, thickness completely filling her, stretching her painfully, deliriously wide.

  “Megan,” Devin groaned harshly, pained. She could tell he was worried, afraid he hurt her by the cries of fierce pleasure tearing from her throat.

  Filled with ecstasy, her body speared in two by torturous pleasure, burned alive with lust she answered him the only way she could. She tightly clamped her inner muscles and reared back.

  “Fuck, Megan,” Devin growled fiercely, taking hold on her hips. He lifted her off Caleb as he withdrew, leaving both heads of their cocks buried insider her, then repeated the move, filling her body to capacity once more as he thrust and pushed hard and deep.

  She exploded instantly, And cried out as the shattering release of extreme pleasure spilled between their bodies, drenching them, easing their assault. Her body tightened in ecstasy, her pussy and anus muscles clenching, milking the piercing, driving flesh burning inside her.

  Devin didn’t hold back. He moved her hips in rhythm as he began to fuck her with hard, deep, powerful strokes. He timed their moves perfectly, understanding their thick erections were too large to fit concurrently inside her smaller, ill-prepared body. Pulling out of her as he impaled her cunt on Caleb’s cock to the hilt, had him groaning hard and hips bucking. Then he lifted her weightless body as he buried himself in her ass with brutal strokes, searing her with a fine edge of pleasure and pain that sent her flying higher into carnal bliss.

  Before the first orgasm ended, the incredible pleasure gathered deep in her womb once more. Her hair whipped around her face and down her back as her desperate cries of bliss zipped around the room, carried out into the dark of night as the sudden, fierce explosion blazed through her womb.

  She felt her vaginal muscles grip, clench the hard, thick flesh invading her suctioning pussy, her anal muscles stretch intolerably wide with each deep, fiery stroke, driving her insane, delirious with eroticism as lust raged through her veins, built up the next orgasmic eruption.

  Losing her grip on the headboard, her hands slid to the mattress. Her body brushed Caleb’s as she rose on her forearms. He moaned in pleasure or pain, but she was too weak, dazed from desire to question. His strong, powerful arms wrapped around her, drew her close. The scent of his arousal the heat of his body enveloped her, a potent aphrodisiac to her senses.

  He moved sensuously beneath her, thrusting his hips, adding to her pleasure. Her overly sensitive clit rubbed against him, triggering her pussy to ignite, streaks of erotic, fiery
lightning spearing through her lust-ravaged body.

  Gasping for air, she cried tears of joy as Devin drove into her with long, steady strokes that flamed her ass with sweet, fiery pain tinged with desire. Each erotic plunge of the rigid cock below burned the throbbing depths of her pussy as her shuddering body rocked sinuously above Caleb’s sweat-drenched frame.

  Her body trembled with mind-numbing sensations, front to back, top to bottom. They drove deeper, plunged harder, grew thicker inside her soaked, gripping depths. She could only cry out as each climax washed over her, hotter and brighter than the next.

  “That’s it, baby. Come for us. Give us your cream,” Devin growled. He plowed into her ass harder and deeper with his slick cock as her juices gushed between them.

  “Devin, I can’t hold back,” Caleb panted beneath her.

  Forcing her heavy eyelids open, she looked down into his face, twisted in tormented pain and extreme lust with each of Devin’s thrusts. In her needy, sexual haze, she realized Devin had orchestrated their erotic pleasure, the raging fire, the dark arousal pulsing through their bodies.

  “Brace yourself, Megan,” Devin warned, his voice strangled, tight with red-hot, primal lust as he tightened his grip.

  Hands fisted into the mattress, she clenched her inner muscles as he began slamming his thick, beefy well-lubed cock in her anus like a mad man.

  Harsh male growls of satisfaction and feminine cries of pleasure echoed between them as skin pounded against sweat-drenched skin, plunging into wet, suctioning flesh. The heady scent of sex and lust swirled in the ever-increasing warmth in the thickened air.

  * * * *

  “Ahhh,” Trevor groaned into his pillow, shuddering as his cock spurted hot, sticky sperm over his hand. He remained on his side as his body settled down from the self-inflicted eruption.

  There were a lot of willing, young girls eager to pleasure the most esteemed warrior back at camp. It was an honor to lay with one of his stature. Thus, it had been a long time since he stroked himself. But the need had been too great, and he couldn’t wait to travel the long distance to camp just for a quick fuck.

  He couldn’t sleep, though he was able to remain motionless for long stretches at a time, a vital skill when hunting buffalo or enemy. Trevor had lain in bed and tried to ignore Devin as he tossed and turned all night.

  With a keen sense of hearing, Trevor heard Devin creep downstairs like a dark shadow. To anyone else, Devin would have gone undetected, but Trevor’s skills were far superior. He heard the door to his sister’s bedroom open, and he overheard their impassioned greeting.

  That in itself made him hot and horny. It made him want to take a peek downstairs and watch the action. But it was his sister. Even though they were getting to know each other, he wasn’t about to witness every intimate detail of her life.

  He overheard muted voices coming from downstairs, screeching bedsprings, headboard thumping against the wall, the hard moans, deep groans, and lust-filled cries gliding up from the open window below left him aroused and aching. They fired his blood until his own sexual need made him take his hard-on in hand and imagine the warm, ripe, inviting female bodies back home.

  He assumed Devin wanted his sister, that their relationship was more than he let on. What he did not know until now was that Devin shared his sister. Evidently, he upheld quite a few Comanche customs.

  The devil.

  Explicit echoing female cries of release, growls of male gratification brought on by what he deemed intense pleasure derived from mating started again, traveled upstairs. They made his cock twitch, stiffen once more.

  He could tell this was going to be a long, frustrating, and restless night. At least, for him.

  He rolled onto his back, and his fingers circled his solid erection as a grin tilted his lips.

  Perhaps tomorrow, he’d remind Devin not to howl so loud or bang his sister like a well-worn drum. That, or else build thicker walls. He wasn’t going to be satisfied with listening to the three of them moaning and groaning every night unless he had his own woman.

  If all white women were filled with same fire Devin seemed to share with his sister, perhaps living in a square house wouldn’t be so bad after all.

  Now if only he could go without britches, life would be perfect.

  * * * *

  Devin’s couldn’t resist the delectable sight. Megan sprawled in carnal temptation, lying beside Caleb with his arm curled under her shoulder. Her lids closed, and her small breasts heaved with each strangled breath. The intimate flesh between her splayed thighs was swollen and glistening, drenched with proof of their passion.

  Taking a seat beside her, he ran his fingers through the thick essence weeping from the crease of her swollen mound. Her pink cunt pulsed in response. He smiled as his cock jerked happily against his thigh.

  Breathing harshly, he could feel his heart pounding away in his chest as he slid a finger past the tender folds into the little entrance coated with a big sticky mess. He watched her flesh open, grip him, suck him in.

  She sighed softly and wiggled her hips as he buried his finger halfway into the silky, hot confines of her pussy and started a slow and easy thrusting motion.

  Damn, he couldn’t resist her. As if they hadn’t fucked just moments ago, he was still hard, horny and hot as get outta hell.

  “Megan, the choice is yours. How do you want it?” His voice came out low and husky, yet the raw desire as to what his needs were sounded pretty damn clear to him. He hoped Megan had the strength to go another round, because his lust tended to back up after long draughts, fortify his stamina and two months going without her was just too fucking long.

  Her eyelids fluttered open. Smoldering hazel eyes stared at him adoringly. He felt like the luckiest man alive.

  “Make love to me, Devin,” she whispered softly.

  Shock sucker-punched him in the gut. Hard. It stole the air from his lungs. His hand stilled, and his jaw dropped. For a moment, all he could do was gape at her, the warm, soft glow in her eyes, raw, explicit love was an emotion he couldn’t convey.

  A strange, intense fear gripped him. He pulled away quickly, rising to his feet.

  Silence plummeted in air thickened with the heated scent of their arousal.

  His chest clenched as he watched the shift in her gaze. Hurt and disappointment shadowed her expression, tore at his soul. He didn’t mean to cause her pain or misery. He loved her too desperately and wholly. He wanted to spend every waking moment and sleeping minute by her side. But wanting and getting were entirely different.

  What she asked for was more than he could give, and it terrified the hell out of him. The thought of losing her was more than he could bear.

  Deuce had been the only love in his life for as long as he could remember. Caring for his prized horse was straightforward. Bathed and brushed him, fitted new horseshoes regular, took him for long, grazing walks in the sun, led him to clear watering holes, and picked blood-sucking ticks off him with his fingers.

  Megan required more than fresh grass and plucking bugs out of her hair. It wasn’t about positions anymore, and they both damn well knew it. He was a tired, disgraceful, good–for-nothing outlaw named after the devil, and all that that implied. Could he provide everything she needed? Deserved? Had a woman’s right to expect?

  Out of love, she had given of herself willingly. Bastard that he was he’d taken all she offered. That and more, much more than he ought to have.

  Swallowing the lump in his throat, he tried to tamp down the knot of nerves in his stomach and failed. He looked over at Caleb for reprieve. Assistance. Anything.

  Caleb had heard her request and was already staring at him in wide-eyed wonder. He was exhausted and sweat-drenched, nearly ready to pass out. But his expression was profound. There in the darkened, blue depths was an unspoken understanding, ‘Be good to her or else’.

  Caleb sighed deeply, then looked down at Megan and managed a weak smile. “Don’t mind me. Ya’ll ‘bout wore me out. L
oosened my stitches.”

  “Caleb,” Megan gasped worriedly, pushing up on her elbows as she searched for traces of blood on his bandages. There were none. “Are you all right?” she asked anxiously, sitting up cross-legged, smoothing a hand tenderly over the small portion of his belly that wasn’t bandaged.

  “After that fucking, I’m tired, that’s all.” His head rolled to the side, deep in the fluffed pillow. He glanced at her just above the white cotton rise, a sleepy grin across his too-handsome face. “A fellow needs some sleep. I’ll be ready for a go tomorrow.”

  That wasn’t what Devin wanted to hear. He didn’t miss the well-chosen word. They fucked, and Caleb knew it, accepting Megan’s choice. He watched in tense silence as Caleb’s eyes closed, and his breathing deepened. The man was asleep in seconds. Damn.

  Her eyes shifted to him. She waited silently. Looked as though she were holding her breath.

  He frowned—couldn’t help it. Felt more nervous than he ever imagined possible, and there wasn’t a gun, knife or crazed lunatic in the room. Expect maybe for him.

  “Megan…I…you know…” He gulped down the lump in his throat. It didn’t seem like it was going away. In fact, it seemed to grow larger. Didn’t help matters none with the way she was sitting, pink tissue winking at him between her thighs. Maybe if they put some clothes on.

  “You know my ways. Rougher, the better. I ain’t no gentle partner. Ain’t nothing tender ‘bout me.” He eased back toward the end of the bed, glancing casually around the dark room, wandering where his trousers were.

  She rose.

  He froze, tilted his head and stared. She floated across the bed, the gentle starlight whispered from outside, softly caressing her glistening, translucent skin. A vision of loveliness.

  By the time she stopped in front of him, hot and furious lust raged through his bloodstream. He forgot about his trousers and started to focus on the rigid flesh thumping hard against his abdomen, in cadence with his heart.

  Drawing his arms instinctively around her waist, he pulled her close. Heard her startled gasp, felt her body tremble as he smoothed his hands over her rear. The heat, feel of her satin skin sinking into his enticed him, tempted his devilish soul. He closed his eyes and breathed her in, wanting the moment to last forever.