Acres, Natalie - Bridled and Bucked [Bridled 3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme)

by Natalie Acres

  She chalked that up as an oath.

  Dallas was on the bed then, too. He sat behind her and pulled her across his lap, blindfolding her almost at once.

  “No,” she whined. “I want to see you.”

  Blaine secured one wrist, and Royce took hold of the other. At least she assumed that’s how things played out, particularly since Blaine had been seated at her right, and Royce hovered over her from the left.

  Houston mumbled against her clit, and it was like accepting a quick stroke from a riding crop as his lips tapped against her pussy. Sensations whipped through her channel, ripping through her body so rapidly she swore her toes curled, and a fleeting whisper fell against her nape.

  Austin’s dick was at her lips. “Open, doll. Taste me.”

  She couldn’t believe he was asking for head right then. She turned her cheek and wrapped her lips around him, drawing him inside her willing mouth as he slid across her tongue like a launched torpedo.

  She sucked Austin’s cock down her throat and moaned as he slid toward her tonsils. Tapping the end of his cock with the flattened area of her tongue, she tantalized and teased, gaining a sudden sound of vocal appreciation.

  And a little retaliation.

  Houston licked straight through her folds, cramming his tongue through her intimate canal. “What do you want, sweet lady?” he asked, pausing a second after he’d made her stir-crazy under his deliberate swipes.

  What did she want? Hmmm. Was he serious? She mumbled ideas against Austin’s cock, but as she tapped his balls, she had no idea what she might have suggested. Austin’s thick wedge of flesh swelled her cheeks, and his salty taste brought with it a new wave of temptation. He was bittersweet, and Lynlee wanted a mouthful of what promised to be a tempting treat.

  She sucked harder, pulling Austin’s dick closer and closer to her throat, wrapping her tongue around his thick width and licking him up and down, enjoying the way his pulsing veins tantalized her palate.

  He fucked her mouth harder now, pulling her hair as he held her head closer to his groin. “That’s it, Lynlee. Let me fuck your pretty little mouth like I’ll later sink inside that tight cunt.”

  Lynlee sighed. She loved it when they talked dirty,

  “Slurp, pretty baby. You got me hard, darlin’. Ah yeah. That’s it. Drink me in, sweetie. I’ll let you taste me.”

  Houston caressed her ankles and thighs. He pushed her knees forward and spread her still wider, keeping his position between her legs, still working harder to bring her pleasure. Lynlee was beginning to believe she’d find her release with Houston’s mouth guiding her, Austin’s cock inspiring her.

  She tried to move then, but her arms remained secured. She would’ve whined about that, but instead she bobbed her head over Austin, devouring the cock in her cheek.

  “Oh God, Lynlee,” he whispered. “I’m coming, love. Are you ready?” Are you?”

  He rammed his cock to the roof of her mouth, tapping firmly against the texture there. She hummed against his shaft and tantalized the head, consuming his length straight down her throat once more.

  She gulped as he released, jerking as a hot shot of his spicy cum pleased her palate. His heated release making her thirsty for still more.

  Royce’s hands were on her breasts, squeezing and releasing. He dropped his head and tweaked her nipple, biting the hard point until her back bowed. “That’s my girl. I’d do anything for my little woman.”

  She believed him. She’d seen him in action. He’d proven how much he cared for her. Good Lord, Royce had even killed for her.

  He nuzzled her breast and said, “I love you, Lynlee. I swear to God, I’ll always love you.”

  “I know,” she whispered, releasing Austin. “I feel how much you love me.”

  She wished then they’d release her hands and take away the blindfold, but she was too tired to argue. Besides, she wanted to wait this out, indulge in the forbidden, and see what surprises they held in store.

  Houston left the bed. Lantry took his place. After the lick he took on the head, she wondered how he was coherent now.

  Her knees fell apart and Lantry framed her pussy, his fingers encircling her wet folds. His tongue danced between her highly sensitive lips, and that’s where the promises began. “I’m going to eat you alive, woman,” Lantry said.

  She had no reason to think otherwise. And he might as well. This was one threat she was certain to survive.

  “Hey, baby,” Houston said, his cock loitering at her lips. “Come here.” He freed her hand from Blaine, and shoved her arm toward his groin. “See how hard you make me.”

  She stroked him then, wrapping her hand around his size so she could pump him. Seconds later, she held him in her mouth, giving him a true-to-form textbook blow, her cheeks filling with hot air as she gifted him with the kind of oral pleasure he wouldn’t soon forget.

  In a matter of seconds, his balls tapped against her chin. His cum filled her mouth, and she licked him clean, satisfied when she felt another McCain get a little wobbly on bended knees.

  “You could teach that class in school,” Houston told her.

  She laughed at that. “I don’t think anyone would license this instructor.”

  “Oh I do,” Austin said somewhere in the distance. “I think we’ll see if we can’t do demonstrations for adult education somewhere.”

  “Or make a sex video,” Houston suggested.

  “I’m not an exhibitionist,” Lynlee said, though she wasn’t so sure that was true. She liked performing for her men, and that was part of what turned her on. She enjoyed teasing one or two while pleasing the others.

  Dallas removed the blindfold and gave her an upside-down kiss, his legs still splayed and her body resting between his parted thighs. He surrounded her with his arms, and his large hands covered her breasts. He toyed with her nipples, pinching them until she cried out in complete satisfaction.

  Lantry feasted on her pussy, licking and lapping until she didn’t think she could take much more. She sat up, placed a palm behind her, which inevitably left her fingers tapping the end of Dallas’s cock.

  “Ah, honey,” Dallas crooned. “Stroke me.”

  Lantry’s eyes met hers and she admired him as he worked with her arousal, fingering her one minute, lapping at her juices the next.

  “I’m going to come,” she warned, pushing down on Lantry’s head, pumping her hips and trying her best to encourage him. She wanted more. He had plenty to give.

  If only he would.

  “Lantry,” she purred. “Oh God, right there. Yes, let me come.”

  “Like hell,” Lantry said, stopping his assault all at once.

  Her breath caught in her chest and she blurted out, “Really? Are you seriously going to leave me like this?”

  His devilish smile made her heart skip an extra beat. Of course he would slow things down on a dime. He had better things in mind.

  “Are you really going to stop now?” Her pussy clenched. Her nipples throbbed, and he didn’t want to finish her?

  “I don’t know,” he said. “Think you can convince me you’re worth the effort?”

  “Come on up here and fuck me. Then, maybe we’ll talk about it,” she teased.

  He groaned. “Maybe later.” Then, he returned to the task of teasing her, thrusting his tongue inside her and spreading her folds with four fingers and a very skilled tongue.

  A slap came down against her mound, and Lynlee watched as Blaine smacked her again. An incredible sensation zipped through her body. Now, she needed something, anything or anyone, to penetrate her.

  She’d take a toy or a cock at this point. Given the fact she’d gauged the stamina around the room, she wasn’t about to tell them of that fact. If she groveled, they would make her wait. And Lynlee wasn’t patient today.

  “I know what you like, Lynlee,” Blaine told her. “I’m your husband, remember. I’ll always know how to turn you on.”

  Lantry sniffed at that, and when Blaine smacked her p
ussy again, striking her mound with three firm fingers, she wanted more than she could ever remember needing from them. Her legs tightened against Lantry’s ears, and she bumped against him, grinding her clit against his swollen lips until his tongue sank deeper inside her.

  Now, she was nothing more than an inferno of pure, womanly heat waiting to take that intoxicating orgasmic ride.

  “Give me what I want, Lantry!” she demanded.

  His tongue skimmed across her clit. “Soon.” His mouth claimed her lips again and he sucked the tender folds harder, with a much rougher, more deliberate suction. Then, he manipulated the little point with his thumb, rolling the bud around and around.

  “Lantry, oh hell. You’re killing me, here,” she whimpered. Her cries for mercy filled the room as she prepared to ride out the waves of pure pleasure. He gave her one stroke after the next, his tongue pushing her toward complete satisfaction.

  As the first orgasm rolled forward, she clutched Royce’s wrist and Dallas’s hand. She stared into Dallas’s intense eyes and swallowed tightly, expecting to use the arms of another to brace for what Lantry’s tongue would inevitably offer. Instead, a sense of loss washed over her as Lantry backed away from her. She collapsed against Dallas, tugging Royce close enough to reward him with a heated kiss.

  Instead, her frustration took hold. “I swear I should kill you myself!” she screamed, allowing the men supporting her to peck away her troubles. Dallas gave her forehead a quick smooch while Royce whispered against her lips. “We have something better in store.”

  “I doubt that,” she grumbled, prepared to throw one hell of a fit.

  “You need to learn patience,” Lantry told her.

  “He’s right,” Carlisle agreed, talking a seat on the bed. “If you don’t learn to wait things out, Lynlee, one of these days, you’ll jump the wrong gun and find another one pointed right at your pretty little head.”

  “We’re all safe,” she reminded them, her legs trembling, her pussy clenching.

  Before she had the chance to put up an argument, Lantry yanked her from the mattress, looped his arms around her back and stared into her eyes. “If you ever pull a stunt like this one earlier today, so help me I’ll fuck you for a week without stopping. You’ll walk around for a month thereafter swearing off sex as much as that stubborn defiance.”

  “Sounds like a good plan to me,” Carlisle agreed. “I’ll help you.”

  “Me, too,” Dallas said, swatting her ass.

  “There you have it, doll,” Lantry remarked. “You’d be well advised to behave from here forward. Do you understand?”

  Lynlee started to argue, mainly because the fight just lived within her. Instead of telling them they’d never have the stamina to keep up with her, she turned and noticed something. Lantry was hiding behind a threat and a smile. He was in pain, for starters. He was also frightened, scared of what might have happened if someone—his brothers—hadn’t been there to protect her.

  “I’m sorry,” she finally managed.

  “I might forgive you,” he said, stroking his cock with one hand.

  “I’ll fuck you all night long,” she volunteered, her motives entirely selfish.

  “With that hot little mouth?” he asked.

  “Maybe,” she said, gliding down his stomach, kissing a trail straight to the man’s hard cock. “On occasion, I’ve been known to be a quite agreeable woman.”

  “Show me,” Lantry growled. “Convince me.”

  Her mouth locked around him and she took him all the way to her throat, her gag reflexes working overtime to please a man who deserved her admiration, not to mention her complete devotion.

  “That’s it, sweets. Good Lord, you know how to work those sweet lips.”

  There was something about Lantry that never made much sense to her. He was her protector as a child and maybe that, in itself, explained why she fought so hard for survival whenever he was around. She wanted to please him in every way that mattered.

  Her mouth milked him and she tasted the first drop of his release. He pounded out a quick, broken rhythm, and she swallowed twice, certain if he felt her throat against his crest, he’d let her have what she longed for more.

  She wanted to taste him as he came in her mouth. She wanted him to feed the hunger, sate the lust, dim the longing. And in order to do that, she needed his cum drizzling down her throat, his balls tapping against her chin.

  Lantry’s legs parted and he fucked her mouth, screwing himself tightly between her swollen cheeks. He bunched a handful of her hair in his hands and held her to his groin. Her mouth and tongue continued to work for his pleasure, seeking the opportunity to destroy his masked control.

  “That’s it, hon. Take what you need.”

  He guided her over him, and she sucked his cock until her jaws throbbed. Her palate was numb. When he slowed down to a gait she could manage, she almost begged him to take him in his arms and fuck her. Instead, their eyes met, and a request wasn’t necessary.

  “Come here, sexy lady,” he said, allowing her to rest her head upon his chest. He breathed her in like she was a new fragrance set to bring top dollar in a department store. His hands propelled across her damp flesh and he pressed his lips to hers. “I love you. I would do anything in the world for you, but I don’t have it in me to stand by and watch you die.”

  “I know,” she said, touching his cheek. “And you won’t have to. I promise. Besides, from now on, I swear I’ll behave.”

  “Really?” Lantry asked. “You’ll tell all sorts of fibs when you’re trying to coax a dick into that pretty little tight pussy.”

  She batted her eyelashes and let his comment slide. “I guess you’d have to love me to tolerate me.”

  “Ain’t that the truth,” Blaine said, finding his place behind her. He massaged her shoulders and his lips met her nape.

  Lantry propelled his hands up and down her sides, watching his own hands as they worked to make her addicted to his touch. He didn’t kiss her again, but he made her work for that kiss, grovel for a more heated caress.

  His touch was tender, yet deliberate. His knuckles brushed over her cheekbones. His fingers traced her lips, and his strong hands eventually fondled her breasts where he toyed with her nipples and watched to see how easily he provoked them.

  Blaine took her hand and led her to the bed, tearing her away from Lantry’s heated gaze and careful hand. Laying her down, Blaine towered over her, finding his place between her legs. Carlisle straddled her left thigh. Rhett, who must’ve pouted as long as he could stand, joined her from the right. Dallas remained at the head of the bed with Royce hanging around nearby.

  “I wondered where you were,” she said to Rhett.

  “Missed me, did ya?”

  “Sort of,” she crooned, ready to forgive and forget.

  Royce’s cock parted her lips and she released a stifled cry. “I love you.”

  “Then love me,” he said, brushing long locks away from her eyes. “Watch me while you love me and accept them.”

  Two dicks nudged her from the front, spreading her pussy, stretching her. They gave her body time to prepare for the invasion while she sucked Royce’s cock, appreciating the distraction.

  Carlisle and Rhett were gentle for about a minute, inching inside her as they braced against one another for balance. Royce’s dick hung right at her parted lips. “Come on, baby. Relax for them, okay, doll?”

  A little coaxing and she was good to go. She spread her legs then, and they slammed inside her, the double penetration a mix of slight pain and overwhelming pleasure.

  Royce stroked her cheek. “That’s sexy as all hell, lady. You know what you do to us, don’t you, Lynlee?”

  She had a pretty good idea. Their bodies did bad things to her as well. They each possessed their own unique way of ruining her for other men.

  Carlisle and Rhett continued to enter her simultaneously, stroking her pussy until they had their timing down to an art, a pretty erotic science. They worked in
side her cunt, probing higher, going deeper until her body succumbed to the pleasure and her orgasm was only but a stroke or so away.

  Royce kept his dick in her cheek, thrusting his penis between her lips until he couldn’t stop the rapid pace, even on a request. Not that she’d want a slow show. She tightened her lips around his width, obtaining a suction guaranteed to blow his mind, and she finished him.

  “Right there!” Royce exclaimed, fucking her mouth.

  “Mmm,” she muttered, finding herself “right there,” too.

  “Keep looking at me,” Royce demanded, his tongue resting against his upper lip.

  Lantry’s head dropped to her chest and he suckled one nipple while pinching the other. “I’m horny, Lynlee,” he confided. “Hurry them along.”

  She grinned at the request. One hand remained with Royce and she committed herself to the eroticism of finding their pleasure. Her other palm fell against the top of Lantry’s head and she indulged in one of life’s sweeter moments, encouraging him to lap at her nipples, pay closer attention to her full breasts.

  “You’re such a sexy vixen,” Lantry said, studying her while she gave Royce plenty to grovel and grunt about.

  Royce changed his gait and slammed into her mouth like a man without a destination, and nowhere particular he needed to go. Lynlee swirled her tongue around his penis, sucking harder and harder, working for that grand finale.

  Carlisle and Rhett fucked her. Dallas finally slipped inside her, claiming her ass with a quick thrust from behind. He grunted as he entered her, and his lips fell to her nape. “Good Lord, Lynlee. I won’t last long.”

  At this point, she hoped that was a promise.

  Carlisle and Rhett gave her another two hard strokes and Rhett hollered out, “Now!”

  They exploded inside her as she tried to find a pace to match everyone. She bucked and swayed, moving between three bodies while entertaining another, a man who’d certainly found his moment of satisfaction, too.

  Royce’s hot cum shot down her throat and she licked him clean, her own body falling victim to the eroticism of circumstance and that old undeniable rhythm.

  Minutes later, Carlisle and Rhett left her. Royce collapsed against the bed. Blaine took her hand and guided her to his cock, helping her pump him as they clasped hands and worked together to bring about his pleasure.