by Tyler, Paige
That was when the serious fucking started.
Beau pulled his thick cock almost all the way out, then shoved it back in, using the surcingle harness to devastating effect. He thrust at the same time that he jerked her toward him with the leather belt. His aggressive hand on the harness pulled her halfway off Sawyer's erection just as his own slammed back into her ass. Then Beau shoved her forward, jamming her down hard onto Sawyer until just the very tip of his shaft remained buried in her spasming ass. Under Beau's forceful push, Sawyer's dick thumped into a place that no man's penis had ever visited.
“Oh, God!” she screamed.
Stars were exploding around her after only a few thrusts. The concern she couldn't handle two big cocks inside her at the same was overcome by a new fear—that she’d pass out from the overwhelming pleasure long before she could ever orgasm.
No woman could handle this much ecstasy. It wasn't possible.
“Slow… Slow down,” she begged breathlessly. “Too…much.”
Wordlessly—thankfully—Beau complied with her request, slowing his thrusts and easing up on the force he was applying to the harness. He didn't push her quite so far down on Sawyer's cock, instead giving her time to regain her breath and collect her wits in between.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he said hoarsely. “I didn’t mean to be so rough.”
“You weren’t,” she gasped. “It felt amazing… Just too much.”
He eased his shaft in and out. “This better?”
“Oh yeah, that's it.” She rested her cheek on Sawyer’s broad chest with a sigh. “Just like that.”
Now that she wasn't fighting to keep the air in her lungs, she could focus on how good Beau felt moving in her ass. Maybe it was how relaxed she'd been before they’d started, or maybe it was just all the lube they’d used. Either way, this was stacking up to be the best ass fucking she'd ever received.
No, skip that. This ass fucking was going to leave every other foray into the land of anal sex choking in the dust.
Her tight anus clutched in vain at the thick intruder moving back and forth, involuntarily trying to trap it inside. But Beau's cock was too strong, too demanding. He moved in and out like a fine-tuned machine. If anything, her desperate attempt to clench down on his shaft only made the tremors vibrating through her bottom more intense.
She wrapped her arms around Sawyer's shoulders, holding on for dear life and pulling her face up until it was snuggled into the crook of his neck. Then she nibbled on his neck like a contented kitty. He must have taken that as a message of some sort because he started making short, rhythmic jabs up into her pussy. She didn't know how he could move like that with her weight and Beau’s crushing down against him, but he did. And it was heavenly.
As if they’d done this together a million times—although she hoped they hadn’t—Beau and Sawyer developed this perfect little double-penetration rhythm, one cock sliding in as the other slid out. The motion guaranteed that one of her openings was being plundered constantly.
And if the non-stop dual penetration wasn't erotic enough, she was also the beneficiary of the hottest sound she'd ever heard—two men growling and groaning their hearts out as they fucked her happy body. Knowing she was giving them as much pleasure as she was getting was music to her ears.
The feel of a hand gripping her left ass cheek filtered through her fuzzy mind. She entertained herself trying to figure out whose it was, but that was harder to do than she thought. Her head couldn't quite focus on any one sensation for more than a second or two before being distracted by some other out-of-the-world feeling.
She finally decided it was Beau. Of course, she only figured that out after realizing two hands were already firmly holding her hips, and that those two hands must belong to Sawyer. Unless there was a third guy in the room she didn't know about.
“Shit, Daisy.” Beau’s growl made goose bumps rise up all over her body. “Your ass is so tight, you're killing me.”
She stopped nibbling on Sawyer's neck to look at Beau over her shoulder. “That might have something to do with having the two of you inside me at the same time.”
“Maybe.” Beau plunged in especially hard and deep, making all three of them to gasp out loud. Then he held himself deep inside her, letting Sawyer thrust alone for a bit. “Or maybe you just have the sweetest ass ever to straddle a horse.”
That was a compliment she could live with, though it took a while to tell Beau as much since Sawyer was doing some deep thrusting of his own. The base of his shaft was doing devastating things to her clit at the moment.
“That’s sweet of you to say, Beau,” she finally managed. “"But I have to give you credit. You ride my ass better than it's ever been ridden. It’s completely in love with your cock.”
She left unspoken the other thought in her head—that Beau could fuck her bottom like this anytime he wanted—as long as Sawyer was in her pussy. She'd bring that little offer up later.
“Speaking of tight,” Sawyer said from beneath her. “You think you can handle a little faster pace?”
Daisy raised up enough to look him in the face, worried Sawyer's question meant he was on the edge. He didn't look like a man about to explode, but she couldn't tell for sure.
“Don't you even think about coming yet.” She wasn't anywhere near ready for this rodeo ride to end.
He chuckled. “Wouldn't dream of it. I just wanted to feel what it's like being inside your pussy when you come.”
Whew. Okay, crisis adverted.
She glanced over her shoulder at Beau. He looked dang good back there covered in a light sheen of sweat while rocking gently back and forth in her ass.
“You think you can handle Sawyer's request?” she asked with a grin.
He returned her cocky smile with one of his own. “I can. The question is whether you can handle it?”
She wiggled her ass. “I can handle it now. Just pick up the pace a little at a time.”
Turning back around, she snuggled her face back into place in the crook of Sawyer's neck and shoulder. “Fuck me good, Sawyer,” she whispered in his ear.
He gripped her ass tighter. “Sure thing, darlin'.”
Daisy smiled to herself at the sweet term of endearment. After tonight, Sawyer could call her darlin' anytime he wanted.
Beau picked up the pace first, with Sawyer quickly following suit. While Beau drove into her deep and slow, Sawyer shortened his thrusts, spending more time grinding on her clit.
“Oh yeah, boys. Do it like that.”
Daisy had no idea if they could hear her muffled words, and she really didn't care. She simply had to talk at a time like this—it felt too good to just keep to herself.
“Harder,” she begged. “Fuck me harder.”
Beau took her at her word, grabbing the loop of her harness and yanking her back fiercely on the pulsing width of cock.
“More,” she demanded. “Give it to me, Beau.”
He took that as permission to take her ass any way he wanted, which turned out to be long and hard. But instead of batting her nerve endings to near-unconsciousness, his deep pumping felt better than anything in her life.
Shaking under his forceful fucking, she leaned in and whispered in Sawyer's ear again. “You're not going to let him get away with just fucking my ass hard, are you, babe?”
Sawyer didn't answer. He only grabbed her hips in a grip that was going to leave fabulous fingerprints on her creamy skin come morning and shoved his cock up into her pussy until he was banging her G-spot like a drum.
Within seconds, she was being jerked around like a cock-filled ragdoll as two full grown men had their way with both of her nether openings. Dang, this was unreal.
Daisy didn't try to communicate anything intelligent after that. Instead, she moaned over and over. And then, because she couldn’t control herself, she sank her teeth into Sawyer's shoulder—for no other reason than because this fucking they were giving her was going to drive her insane.
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�t know how long she screamed—seconds? minutes?—before she realized she was coming.
Between the cockhead poking her G-spot, and the thick, brawny shaft sawing in and out of her hyper-sensitive asshole, she came harder than a human being should ever come—and she didn't stop.
Some primitive part of her animal senses recognized the signs that told her both men were coming, too—the super-tight muscles, the low pitched grunts, the way they gripped her body like they were afraid she might get away.
They were filling her up and she loved every second of it. These two cowboys, and their perfect cocks, were all hers.
At some point, their strenuous thrusting stopped. Her orgasm didn't. Instead, it subsided to a constant rippling spasm between her ass and pussy that was out of this world. Thank God, Sawyer and Beau didn't jerk their hard-ons out of her at that moment. She would have likely considered violence if they had.
Instead, they stayed where they were, pulsing their cocks into her gently, letting her glide down from her place among the clouds in a nice, gentle descent.
Chapter Eight
When they slid out, it was so relaxed and natural she barely noticed it. What finally intruded on her senses at some point was the realization that her back was chilly. Where was Beau?
“Cold,” she mumbled.
The word sounded muffled, like there was something in her mouth. She slowly opened her eyes to discover that her teeth were still firmly planted in Sawyer's shoulder muscles.
She jerked back in alarm. Dang, she’d had actually broken skin. “Oh, crap! I bit you. I'm so sorry!”
She moved to climb off him so she could run to the bathroom and get a towel, but strong arms encircled her and held her right where she was.
“You're not going anywhere, darlin’,” Sawyer whispered in that drowsy tone of a man who had come just come long and hard.
“B-but I bit you. Let me at least go get a towel.”
“I don’t need a towel. And if I do, Beau can get it. I like you right where you are. Besides, it’s no worse than any of the scrapes I’ve gotten from being tossed off a horse.” His sensuous mouth curved. “And riding broncs, I’ve been tossed off a bunch.”
Daisy frowned at the mark on his shoulder. Now that she looked at it more closely, she saw the skin wasn’t really broken, just red where her teeth had dug in.
A deep chuckle came from behind her. She turned to see Beau sitting back on his heels shaking his head. “Relax, sweetheart. You were in the throes of passion when you did it. Besides, I kind of think Sawyer liked it. He definitely seemed to be enjoying himself.”
She turned back to Sawyer. He was lying there with a blissed-out look on his face. She re-examined his neck. So, maybe it wasn’t quite as bad as she’d thought, especially if he liked it. “Are you sure it's okay?”
He grinned up at her. “I'm sure. In fact, I may have to get you to do it next time.”
Daisy wasn’t going to promise to bite him, but she definitely liked the idea of them getting together again. She cuddled back on Sawyer's chest and kissed his shoulder in apology. Beau stretched out beside them and threw his arm over her, immediately warming her sweat-cooled skin.
She closed her eyes and savored the warm pulse throb between her legs. Her pussy and her ass were both throbbing gently, tiny orgasmic tremors in time with her heartbeat. She had an almost uncontrollable urge to reach down and finger herself, just to see if she could tweak a few more spasms out of her exhausted body. She didn't bother—why mess with perfection?
But while the orgasms had been off the charts incredible, it was the pure physical contact that had her purring with contentment. She'd had sex with men before—though not two of them at the same time—but she'd never felt this close to any of them. Beau and Sawyer were connected to her in a way no other man would ever be.
Without understanding exactly what, she knew something monumental had taken place tonight. What they’d shared was something special and unique that needed to be explored.
She felt movement behind her and then Beau's mouth was near her ear. “So how was that ride?”
Daisy peeked over her shoulder to look at him. He was smiling—probably because he already knew the answer to that silly-ass question. Still, lovin’ that good deserved a response.
She pressed a kiss to his scruff-roughened jaw. “That was the ride of my life.”
Beau cupped her chin, turning her to face him so he could kiss her mouth. When he was done, Sawyer did the same. She ran her tongue over her lips, enjoying the taste of them as she rolled onto her back to lie between them. Both men pushed themselves up on their elbows. She ran her gaze over their naked bodies.
Both men had made their condoms disappear in that mysterious way only men seem to have a grip on. Their cocks looked…happy.
“You're amazing,” Beau said softly.
“I’ll second that,” Sawyer agreed.
She smiled. “Thank you for the compliment. I think you guys are pretty dang amazing, too. And all three of us together? Well, that’s something altogether special.”
Beau grinned. “I won’t disagree with that.”
“Me, either.” Sawyer regarded her thoughtfully. “What d’ya say we make this more than a one-time thing?”
Her pulse skipped a beat. She’d been thinking that very thing. “You mean you want to get together at the next rodeo we all ride in?”
He inclined his head.
“You don’t know how much I’d love that, but I’m taking the next few months off. I won't be riding again until spring.”
She couldn't imagine waiting that long to see these two.
Sawyer looked at Beau, and it seemed to Daisy that some kind of unspoken message passed between them. Beau nodded, then looked at her.
“We were both planning on taking some time off ourselves,” he said. “I know it’s forward and all, but we were hoping to get together before the next rodeo. Even if you weren’t planning to take some time off.”
Daisy looked at Sawyer. “Is that the way of it?”
His mouth curved. “Hell, yeah. Three months is way too long to wait to see you.”
She leaned over and kissed each of them, hoping she made her sudden and complete attraction to both men very clear.
She wasn't usually an impulsive type of woman. Whether working, competing or just plain shopping for a new dress, she usually thought everything out thoroughly before acting on it. A few extraordinary hours in a rather extraordinary day was about to change all that.
“I live just south of Oklahoma City.” She couldn't believe that hadn't come up in their conversation. She tended to remember that both of these boys lived in Texas, but she didn't know where—Texas was big place. “What about you guys?”
“I live in Amarillo,” Beau said.
“Lubbock,” Sawyer added. “Both pretty close to Oklahoma City.”
She chewed on her lower lip. “You know, I have a good amount of space at my ranch, if you two want to hang your hats there for a bit.”
Whoa. She couldn’t believe she’d thrown that out there. Pretty freaking bold.
The two men didn't even look at each other this time before they answered.
Sawyer smiled. “I’ve always liked Oklahoma City, darlin’.”
Beau grinned. “Sweetheart, I'd be there if you told us you lived in Alaska.”
Daisy sighed, relief and pleasure coursing through her in equal amounts. “I’m sure you both have stuff to do before you come up, but you're welcome anytime—”
Beau leaned over and put a finger to her lips. “If it's okay with you, we'll just tag along behind you when you drive back.”
That was definitely okay with her, though she couldn't help but be kind of amused that Sawyer apparently had no problem with Beau answering for him.
She kissed them both long and lingeringly on the mouth, then scooted to the foot of the bed and hopped off.
“Where you going?” Sawyer asked. “Aren’t you going to sleep here with us?”
She turned to give them a huge grin. “I'm definitely sleeping here, you can bet those gorgeous muscles of yours on it. I just need to get my toothbrush and stuff.”
They chuckled, lying on the bed and watching as she gathered up her clothes.
“Daisy.” She turned at Beau’s voice, cowboy boots in hand. “You're going to have to take my surcingle off before you get dressed, you know.”
She looked down at the leather harness, her brow furrowing in disappointment. Maybe she could figure out a way to get dressed without taking the thing off. But if there was one, she couldn’t think of it. With a sigh, she walked over to stand beside the bed so Beau could undo the buckles and take off her new favorite sex toy.
She felt naked without the wide piece of leather, and she couldn't help looking at the harness longingly as Beau draped it across the bottom of the bed.
Sawyer chuckled. “No worries, sweetheart. It’ll still be here when you get back.”
She blushed, but couldn’t help laughing as she yanked on her jeans and boots. She threw on her shirt without a bra.
“I'll be back in a few minutes. Keep the bed warm for me,” she called over her shoulder as she hurried to the door.
Once there, she stopped, and whirled around, her hand on the doorknob. Both of her cowboys were lounging on the bed watching her with what she could only describe as contented expressions.
On impulse, she ran back over and kissed both fabulously naked men. God, she could just rip off her clothes and throw herself on them right now. Not to have sex again, but just to rub herself all over them like a cat in heat.
“This is going to be so good, isn't it?”
She hadn’t even realized she’d said the words out loud until both men grinned.
“Something special,” Sawyer agreed.
Beside him, Beau nodded, his dark eyes full of promise.
She couldn't help herself—she leaned down for another kiss.
“Daisy,” Beau interrupted her mid-kiss. “Go get your toothbrush now, or you might not get out of here until morning.”
Would that be such a bad thing? But they did need to get some sleep. Hauling Playdough behind her, it would take two days minimum to get back home. That was a lot of driving without rest.