The Buckle Bunnies Series Boxed Set (Volume 1)
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On the down side, Sawyer's sudden movement had practically pulled her mouth completely off Beau's cock.
Beau simply tugged her back, sending his shaft deep enough that she actually felt it slip a little down her throat. Probably because she hadn't been thinking about it. Her eyes widened. Not at the sensation of Beau's cock being that deep in her mouth—that was so natural she hardly noticed. The thing that had really gotten her attention was the realization that she really had two men inside her at the same time. Not the fingers of one and the cock of another, but two hard, pulsing cocks.
The feeling was breathtaking in so many ways.
But before she fully contemplated the enormity of the situation, Sawyer yanked her hard back down on his cock, pulling Beau from her throat again. She gasped as Sawyer’s hips slapped hard against her still tingling ass. He didn't stop with just a single hard thrust either, but fucked her with the intensity of a jack hammer. She'd asked for it hard, and she was getting it hard.
She tried to hold onto the amazing, arousing sensation of being two men's play toy, but it became almost impossible to do much beyond hang onto the edge of the bed and submit to the fucking they’d obviously been waiting to give her. Deep thinking had to take a back seat.
She still had enough animalistic mental capacity to recognize Beau’s surcingle harness was possibly the greatest sexual invention since the vibrator. She’d never been taken so hard in her life. This ride was definitely going to last longer than eight seconds.
Not only that, but it came with a special added bonus, too. With her legs spread wide, her clit was completely exposed, and as Sawyer pounded into her over and over, his balls swung forward and slapped her sensitive nub with every thrust. It was like her clit was getting spanked now—with a warm, soft paddle. The sensation was so new and different she couldn't even begin to describe how it felt. She only knew she loved it.
Before she realized it, the lips of her pussy began to tingle, then her clit. After that, her whole insides started to melt into a big, gooey mess of pleasure. This was going to be one for the record books.
And it wasn't just the plundering she was getting from Sawyer that had her body quaking.
After a moment or two of trying to actively take part in the oral sex she was giving to Beau, she gave up and let him take control. She still wiggled her tongue back and forth along the underside of his thrusting cock, but for the most part, Beau was doing all the work, fucking her mouth and throat with the same passion and urgency as Sawyer was doing to her pussy.
She had never, ever, had a man do this to her mouth. It felt so dang amazing.
Maybe it was lack of oxygen, or maybe she was just overwhelmed with all the erotic emotions that came with being double-teamed like this, but she felt like she was in cowgirl heaven. Seriously, there was nothing that could be better than this.
There were so many sensations roaring through her body at once it was hard to catalogue them all—the tight harness around her waist; the long cock pumping in and out of her pussy; the heavy balls slapping her clit; the thick cock filling her mouth and sliding down her throat; her nipples scraping back and forth over the fabric of the sheets; the hands in her hair. It was more pleasure than she'd ever felt before, and she found herself slipping into a primal place of pure animal instinct, where all she did was respond unthinking to the things happening around her. Thrusting back toward the pleasure behind her, opening her mouth wider for the other source of pleasure.
Daisy stopped thinking, stopped trying to analyze why these new things felt so spectacular, and just let them happen, let herself go.
Maybe she moaned, maybe she even screamed—she couldn't really register that level of detail.
All she knew was that she was close to something so powerful it seemed like it could be more than she could handle.
Sawyer's thrusts were so forceful now that the whole bed rocked under her—or was it the whole world? The slap of his balls against her clit was so continuous it could have been a vibrator down there for all she knew.
The tingle of her impending orgasm grew and grew, and then grew some more, until every square inch of her body felt like it was seconds away from exploding.
But no matter how incredible it felt, or how close to the precipice it shoved her, she couldn't seem to get that last little millimeter that would take her to Nirvana. Her climax stayed just out of reach until it seemed like she would die with pleasure.
It was as if the harness around her waist that was responsible for bringing her so much pleasure, was also somehow holding her climax at bay. It was like some kind of medieval torture device—allowing her pleasure to build to unbelievable levels, but not letting it reach the pinnacle.
Beau's cock thrust farther down her throat than she would have ever thought possible, and she could feel his pace quickening. He'd better not stop, not after a build-up like she'd been through. She so wanted him to come in her mouth at the same time she orgasmed—assuming her climax found a way to escape from the bonds holding it back.
Did she have enough control left over her body to reach down and tweak her clit? Surely that would push her over the edge, wouldn’t it?
There was only one problem—she didn't think she could get her hand and arm to work in the required coordinated fashion. She was too far past delirious to do it.
But fate—or in this case, Sawyer—chose that moment to intercede. Maybe he knew she needed something to push her over the edge, or maybe he was damn close to coming himself and needed a push of his own. Either way, he chose that exact moment to swing one hand down and smack her on the ass—hard.
“Come for us, Daisy,” he groaned through clenched teeth.
After all of Beau's spankings, this one didn't really sting. But like the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back, Sawyer's one hard swat was enough to break the dam and release the flood.
Trapped between her two cowboy lovers, Daisy couldn't thrash and buck her way through the orgasm as she normally would have, and that only made her climax that much more intense. Lights flashed behind her tightly closed eyes, and her vision went fuzzy as every muscle inside her spasmed with a force that threatened to drive her crazy. But still she couldn't move, All she could do tremble and moan as Sawyer shoved his cock deep and held it there, yanking her hard against his hips with the leather loop of the harness around her.
She knew Sawyer was coming hard. She could dimly hear his grunts of pleasure overlaying her own. And though he wore a condom, she swore she could feel the heat of his cum inside her. The notion pushed her orgasm even higher.
Then a burst of warmth in her throat brought her back to the reality that another man was coming as well. Beau's hands tightly twisted in her hair, holding her firm as his creamy cum jetted down her throat. Then he pulled back some, letting the rest of his essence wash over her tongue.
Locked in the throes of orgasm as she was, tasting him that way still registered as one of the most delicious flavor that had every touched her tongue, and she moaned even louder as she reveled in the sensation of having her mouth awash in his cum.
Two men grunting and growling as they succumbed to the same pleasure she was? Priceless.
Sawyer and Beau stayed buried deep inside her for a long time, making her body quake and tremble as her orgasm ebbed and flowed through her. When they finally slid out as one, she collapsed to the bed on her side like a scarecrow with its supports pulled out. She felt like a boneless mush, like she was unconscious.
But she was far from unconscious. Her body was still responding to the fucking she'd just gotten from her two cowboys, even though their cocks were no longer inside her.
Daisy felt hands soothing her body, then move to the leather harness tightly cinched around her waist. It took her a moment to realize one of the men was trying to remove it. She pushed the offending hands away.
“Leave it,” she whispered.
She didn't want it to come off yet. It felt warm and comfortable, like the hands of her tw
o lovers.
The bed moved as Sawyer and Beau men settled down on either side of her. The warm sheen of sweat that covered her body was already beginning to cool, and she snuggled into the combined body heat of both men.
Since she had her eyes closed, she had no idea who was behind her and who was in front of her. She didn't care. She simply lay there breathing in their masculine scent and replaying what had just happened. Even now, it seemed like a dream.
The taste of Beau's cum was still present in her mouth and she ran her tongue around, savoring every little trace, not bothering to hide the moan that escaped her lips. Her pussy and clit continued to tremble from the rough fucking she'd just gotten, and she could still feel the place on her ass where Sawyer spanked her and sent her off into this current state of bliss. She luxuriated in the knowledge that she'd just experienced the best sex she was likely ever going to have.
The sheer awesome magnitude of how good that sex had been was so overwhelming, she laughed.
“Okay,” Sawyer drawled in her ear. “That's not exactly the response I expected.”
She couldn’t help it. She laughed some more.
Daisy rolled onto her back. Both men had propped themselves up on their elbows and were regarding her with concern.
“Maybe we shouldn't have been so rough,” Beau said to Sawyer. “Maybe we gave her a concussion or something.”
Sawyer frowned. “You okay, Daisy?”
She forced herself to stop laughing and calm herself. “I’m fine. And no, you didn't damage me, except maybe for every other man I might ever have sex with. I was laughing because I think I'm still high from all the orgasms you gave me.”
Sawyer eyed her skeptically. “Do you always laugh after you orgasm that hard?”
“I wouldn't know.” She giggled again. “I've never come that hard before.”
That seemed to mollify both men—and please them.
“So, you're saying you enjoyed yourself?” Beau asked.
Daisy shook her head. Typical male—just wanted hear how good he was in bed. Well, in this case, she didn't have a problem stroking their egos a little, not after all the stroking they’d given hers.
“Yes, you two. I enjoyed the hell out of myself.”
She leaned forward and kissed first Sawyer, then Beau, making sure she rubbed her breast up against their chests to help convey her true appreciation. As much as she liked being between them like this, it was difficult to carry on a conversation. Sitting up, she spun around and sat cross-legged between them. She traced her fingers across both of their muscular chests and down their tight abs to their dormant cocks.
“I've never been taken so fiercely in my life. You made me come so hard, I thought I was going to pass out.”
She ran a finger on each hand down their still very wet and sticky shafts, careful to avoid the sensitive heads. She didn't necessarily want to get them hard again just yet—she was simply doodling as she enjoyed their post-sex pillow talk.
“I hope I didn't…you know…overdo it…in your mouth?” Beau asked.
Daisy couldn’t help but laugh again. After the serious fucking these two had given her, now Beau decided to get coy?
“You mean when you were shoving your thick cock so far down my throat I could barely breathe?”
Beau winced, clearly not realizing she was teasing him.
Daisy leaned over and kissed him. “No, you definitely didn't overdo it. In fact, I think having your cock so far down my throat is part of what made me come so hard. It was so raw and animalistic. Like I was a sex toy for you and Sawyer to take however you wanted.” She bit her lip. “That doesn't make me sound too submissive, does it?”
A smile tugged at Beau’s mouth. “Daisy, you're far from submissive. You may have been getting spanked and wearing the leather harness, but you were the one setting the tone and running the show.” He brushed her long hair back. “You're one amazing woman, you know that?”
“Yeah, I know, but thanks for reminding me.” She grinned. “And you have my permission to shove that cock of yours as far down my throat as you think it will fit—anytime you feel like it.”
Both men's cocks stirred at her naughty words. They obviously liked a girl who could talk as nasty as they could.
Sawyer glided his hand from her nipple down to the leather harness she was still wearing. “I take from those statements that you enjoyed wearing Beau's surcingle harness?”
She reached down and fondly stroked the leather and metal buckles. Just remembering how it had felt to be yanked around and controlled by the harness made her pussy melt inside again. It was impossible to think she could ever want more sex after that fucking, but her pussy didn't seem to know that.
“Oh, yeah. This thing is a dream,” she said. “And it wasn't just the fact that you could fuck me so hard while I had it on, though that was pretty spectacular. The way it felt wrapped around my waist was just plain sexy.”
Sawyer gaze caressed the leather around her waist. “You definitely look damn sexy wearing it, that’s for sure.”
Daisy casually wrapped a hand around each of the men's semi-erect shafts. Even in this state, they were both impressive. Still feeling playful, she lightly massaged them up and down a few times. They both hardened immediately. There was still a lot of life left in those bad boys. But was she up for any more?
“So Beau, I have to know. Where the hell did you come up with the idea for this thing?” she asked, motioning toward the harness with her chin.
Beau’s cock stiffened even more as her hand slowly moved up and down. Well, regardless of whether she was ready for more cock tonight, it looked like she was going to get it. Her pussy purred approvingly at the thought.
“I sort of stumbled across it by accident, I'd suppose you'd say.” Beau grinned. “I used to go out with a woman who really liked to get it from behind—sort of like you do, I'm guessing?”
“Good guess.” She rubbed the pad of her thumb over his cockhead. “But go on, you have me curious now. How do you get from a girl liking it doggie-style to resizing an expensive bareback harness?”
“We were playing around one night after she'd fallen off a horse and bruised up her hip pretty good. It hurt when I tried to hold on to her there, but she really wanted me to do her hard. She just up and grabbed my roping lasso and wrapped her around her waist three or four times. It definitely gave me a good handhold and it didn't hurt her as much. She loved it, and so did I. Unfortunately, that lasso is pretty coarse, and she ended up with some bad rope burns.”
“Ouch.” Daisy winced. “That doesn't sound sexy.”
“She didn't care, but it bothered the hell out of me,” Beau said. “The next day I went to go see a leather and tack guy I know who works the circuit.”
“Hold on.” Daisy blinked. “You walked into a tack shop and asked for a sex harness?”
Beau shrugged. “Pretty much. He had that surcingle you're wearing and modified it for me. It cost me a small fortune, but I'm sure you'd say it was worth it.”
“I couldn't agree more. What did your girlfriend think of it?”
“She loved it. When I first brought it home, we didn't leave my apartment for three days.” He frowned. “Unfortunately, it turned out that she liked my harness more than she did me. Wanted to know if she could use it with another guy—without me being there.”
“Dang. Sorry about that.” Daisy leaned over and kissed him. “But her loss is my gain.”
Beau groaned as Daisy slipped her hand over the top of his cock and twirled it a few times around the rim of his head.
“I guess so,” he rasped.
She went back to rubbing her hand up and down his shaft. “How often have you had a chance to use this thing?”
She wasn't necessarily asking out of jealousy, but some catty part of her wanted to make sure she wasn't in too long a line of harness-wearing cowgirls.
He gave her a sly grin. “I assume you don't want me to include the horses that have worn it?”
“More snarky comments like that and you'll just watch me lick Sawyer for the rest of the night while you go play with yourself in the corner.”
He held up his hands in surrender, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. “Sorry, but it had to be said. To be truthful though, I haven't used it with that many women. It takes a certain kind of cowgirl to handle something like that.”
He hadn’t given her an actual number, but the answer suitably satisfied her anyway.
She ran her thumb over the head of his cock again. “I couldn't help noticing Sawyer certainly knew how to use it.”
Beau shrugged. “What can I say—friends share. I wouldn't keep a discovery like this to myself. It wouldn't be right.”
“A fact I'm truly appreciative of,” Sawyer said.
Daisy stopped massaging their cocks long enough to run her hands back and forth along the hard leather and steel buckles. Just watching her do that made the men's cock twitch a bit. They were so bad. She had a mind to lean over and take each of them in her mouth again.
But she was still curious about something. “Were you two planning to use this on me the whole time we were talking downstairs?”
Sawyer shook his head. “Not really. Like Beau said, the opportunity to use it doesn't come along very often. I was hopeful, though. I figured a cowgirl who rode as hard as you might be game for something a little kinky, but that was mostly just wishful thinking on my part.”
She reached down between their legs again, except this time she gently cupped both their balls. In her experience, most women tended to spend far too little time on this part of a man's body. She’d discovered it was an excellent way to guarantee a devoted man toy.