Kylie loved it.
Dono locked their lips and their tongues together using such a pleasurable technique, she yielded. Shards of ecstasy spilled from their sealed mouths while a molten rapture seared upward from Dash’s pummeling cock.
Kylie simply reveled. There was nothing else to do, but hang on and take what they gave her.
Nothing else but to live these long moments of sexual heaven and give them what they wanted from her.
That is, until the ache began in her womb, blooming larger with each strike of Dash’s shaft. Untangling her tongue from Dono’s tongue, Kylie moaned loudly into his mouth. She tried to undulate against him. Her building orgasm writhed painfully from the tip of her clit to her belly button.
Easing her back from his body, Dono stroked his hands from her butt, then caressed toward her begging mound. Simultaneously, Dash plunged his cock deep, bucking his hips hard. His steam-hot balls wedged between her thighs. Kylie cried out with the sheer ecstasy of his buried shaft, with how he stretched her sheath.
Dash slipped his palms from her shoulders in a languid caress, then trapped her butt cheeks with his hands, larger than Dono’s.
“You’re gonna give it to me, aren’t you, little wild thing?” Dash’s words were as rough as sandpaper and nearly as harsh as his breathing.
Shit, they both turned her on like no one and nothing else, except Dillon.
On fire with need, Kylie arched her ass toward Dash as Dono widened his stance palming the swollen flesh of her pussy. Not relinquishing her mouth, Dono kneaded her mound with the same mastery he’d used in kissing her.
Christ, what had they been doing? Studying Kama Sutra types of sex manuals written for cowboys?
“Honey, you’ve got the sweetest biscuit ass.” Dash fondled her butt cheeks as he raggedly groaned.
If her lips hadn’t belonged to Dono’s ferocious kiss, Kylie would have said, bake me, bake me good, pu-lease!
Sliding his cock from her core to her pussy’s entrance, Dash positioned his cock’s head and thrust, his motion almost brutal. Kylie only wanted more. Her flesh sang wildly, as feverish as when she danced to the rapid thunderous beats of her favorite music.
“Make sure,” Dash growled to Dono.
Grunting with lust, Dash increased the rhythm of his shaft’s powerful strikes. Kylie’s body transformed to absolute rapture, except for the tormenting ache of her clit.
Cupping her mound, Dono tenderly exposed the length of her sex cord by scissoring his fingers. He moved his other hand between her thighs, holding her pussy. Easing his thumb upward, he split the seam of her sex until he touched the throbbing bulb of her clit.
Kylie whimpered a scream against his mouth, clutching his neck even tighter. With gentle demand, Dono rubbed his thumbpad up and down her creamy sex cord as Dash pistoned his shaft inside her sheath.
Kylie sweltered, feeling like a pleasured sex kitten. Her ecstasy unbelievable, she soared, and a few seconds later, her clit hitched. As her orgasm exploded, an insane bliss took her over and Kylie went limp.
Barely aware, she knew Dono stroked his hands away from her sex and banded his arm around her back, securing his hold on her. Catching the back of her head, he kept their lips pressed, his kiss searing her mouth.
Dash whooped a guttural sound of victory. His cock swelled within her passage, a beast with a mind of its own. Pumping like a madman for long divine moments, he lunged to her core and stopped, spilling his hot cum.
“Woooweee,” Dash hoarsely called out. He bowed backward, utterly rigid with his orgasm.
Releasing her lips, Dono hugged her close. Damn, his touch felt magical. As he enfolded her in his arms, Kylie floated on bliss feeling like his willingly captured mermaid.
She had to wonder while descending through the dreamy mists of her orgasm what Dono had planned for his super sized cock, now lodged against her middle.
Chapter Twenty
Daschel Zephyr Vega
Dash wrung the last bit of pleasure out of his flight to fuckin’ heaven, as he and his brothers often called it. Actually, him and Dono, and not so much Dillon.
It’d been long as a mule’s stubborn butt sittin’ on the ground, since he’d enjoyed a woman’s favors. Now he had a wife. And what a wife.
Not only was Kylie drop-dead gorgeous to his way of thinking, she was also a taming kind of woman, just like he’d dreamed about again and again during his idle time.
Yup, he’d never admitted it to Dono, but he was all for taming a woman. Even with her shyness, his Kylie reminded him of an enchanted, fire-hurling princess who’d singe a man’s balls as much as look at him if he displeased her.
Dash damn well knew he could handle his little wife past her shy streak, coax out the frisky, blazin’ hot woman she’d already shown them, hurling soap bars like one of those Amazon women in ancient times.
Hell, everyone knew he could charm any mare into giving him her top performance.
Sure, Dono owned a legendary charm and prowess with women. They’d let his brother do whatever carnal act he wanted and beg for more. Dono could also shake a boot with the best of them, partnering women in a way that brought out their individual beauty and their dancin’ talent.
Around Dash, though, women were always at their spunkiest. Just the way he liked the female sex. That, and he’d learned how to play the gentleman prince to the princess in them.
Truth was, it kindled his innards to passion and just plain ole happiness to watch a woman bloom and shine because of how he treated her. Something he’d never confessed to Dillon or Dono. He’d claimed it was just for gettin’ ’em into bed.
With his euphoria receding, Dash tenderly stroked Kylie’s haunches, then eased his spent shaft from her. She’d taken his bronc bustin’ ride and relished his strength with her. He’d felt it in the supple willingness and the breeding burn of her body. Yep, the eagerness of her little sex rose had been like a filly backing up to a stallion.
Dash grinned before he bent forward and pressed kisses along the top of her dainty shoulder. As he raised his head, he met Dono’s dark needy gaze. His brother was wild to mount Kylie and stud fuck his brains out.
Dono would make dang certain she was erotically pleasured so she’d crave his lovin’ again. Dash knew his brother’s way with women. He also knew Dono’s heart needed Kylie desperately, even though Dono would never say so.
“Honey, I have to feel those beautiful breasts of yours.” Dash ran his splayed hands over his wife’s round firm belly as Dono separated from her. “Ooo-weee, you’re softer than marshmallows.”
Taking his time, he caressed her small ribcage while urging her to lean against his body. “Me and Dono are gonna make certain you get every kind of pleasure a wife wants.”
“You’re off to a good start.”
Her breathy murmur skidded through him and seized his balls.
Dash gentled his palms against the bottom swells of her tits. He let loose a groan of utter appreciation and brushed his thumbs over the sides of her breasts, the full flesh heating him hot as an old-timey branding iron.
“I’ll bet you’re gonna let us know what your pretty nipples like us doin’ to them.”
Kylie’s long deep moan was the tune Dash wanted to hear. Letting her arms slip from Dono’s neck, she lolled against Dash. With her ass cradled by the apex of his thighs, Dash fondled the perky curves of her breasts. Hell, he’d walk barefoot over hot coals or do anything she wanted just to feel her tits.
“How about we let Dono suck on your teats?”
Dash kneaded her silky rounded flesh. Whimpering, Kylie gripped his forearms and thrust her breasts toward Dono.
With hunger etched on his features, Dono bent downward, latching onto her nipple. Circling the peaks of her tits with his hands, he coned her teats toward his greedy mouth.
“Oh, God, yes.” Kylie arched toward Dono, her biscuit butt giving Dash a jolt of pleasure.
She seemed so aroused by both of them handling her tits, Dash
didn’t palm the dark red curls of her mound, even though her tangy scent surely seduced his nostrils. Dang, he wanted a feel of what he’d been ogling since he first glimpsed her naked, standing fierce against him and Dono.
Yep, she was his Amazon princess.
“Hot,” she uttered, “you’re making me so completely hot.” Writhing, she kept her breasts still, only moving the rest of her body against Dash. Damn, she was making him a happy-ridin’ cowpoke.
The tug of Dono’s mouth increased as he alternated between her bright red teats, longer than he’d ever seen on a woman, except in erotic pictures and the vids used for instruction. Dash stared, his cock strutting tall, again.
“Honey, you gonna let us know when you want Dono’s breeding flesh between your thighs?” Dash crooned the question into her ear, then nuzzled her irresistible little ear.
“Soon.” Her answer was a strangled cry.
Dono groaned, reminding Dash of rutting stag, as he suckled her vigorously. Thrusting his hips forward, he shoved his cock between her sex petals and rubbed. From Kylie’s tiny shriek of bliss, Dash assumed his brother fucked his cockhead against her nubbin.
“Dono,” she pleaded. Wanting more of what he did to her, their wife widened her legs as much as she could. “Please, don’t stop.”
Acting on instinct, Dash swept his hands downward. Grunting like a stud over her curvaceous flesh, he gently stroked over her curls, then spread his fingers over her mound. “Dang, if you ain’t plump feelin’,” he praised.
Pressing his lips on the sensitive skin beneath her ear, he kissed her while moving his fingertips up and down her large mound, stroking his wife. Her breath hissed inward, and her little nails dug into his arms.
“You like that, don’t you?” Dash whispered next to her ear. “How about if I open up that sweet rose of yours, let Dono’s cock get more of you?”
“Please.” The word burst from her, primal and beautiful to his ear.
Dash eased his hands downward, then pried her woman’s petals apart. Her carnal dew was thick and hot on his fingertips. Carefully, he spread her, exposing the length of her swollen nubbin.
Dono pumped his shaft in a lazy rhythm, his head sliding firmly over her wet rosebud, as he liked to call it. Squeezing her tits, Dono lightly nipped at her teats with his teeth.
“Yes!” she cried out. Tight as a bow string, she tensed against Dash. “Omygawd, you’re making me mega explode.”
Kylie screamed with her orgasm, and Dono stepped back, his gaze riveted on her face. He stroked his hands from her tits, then grabbed his cock with both hands, waiting. Dash didn’t think he’d ever seen his brother’s green eyes that dark.
Embracing her close, Dash felt his wife as she came apart inside from her climax. Her sweet as honey flesh melted in bliss against him. He’d known nothing like it before, despite his lovin’ on other women. “Kylie.” He pressed his lips to her ear, fragile as a flower.
In the throes of her pleasure, she gradually collapsed, relying on his arms to hold her up. Dash glowed like an utter fool inside.
Damn for certain, he wanted his wife relying on him. He wanted to witness it in her eyes, that soft shine of trust whenever she came to him with her needs and desires.
Dash glanced at his brother, raising his brows in question. With a small shake of his head, Dono indicated Kylie wasn’t ready to be moved yet. Rapture still overwhelmed her.
Once she stirred, Dash placed his arm beneath her legs and swept her upward. Cherishing the feel of her in his carrying embrace, he didn’t move for long moments.
“What now, cowboys?” Softened by her orgasm, her voice drifted over Dash like a breeze.
“We’re puttin’ you to bed, honey lamb. First, though, Dono needs a good long buck between your pretty plump thighs.” Dash strode for the room he and Dono had prepared ’specially for their carnal appetites.
“Plump.” Her tone sliced through him like a razor.
“Beautifully plump,” Dono rasped, striding beside them.
“Plump is how we like ’em,” Dash enthused. “It was on the—”
“Kylie, Dash is right,” Dono interrupted before Dash could say list. “We’re hourglass figure men. All of us. I know Dillon must’ve been in sweet blue heaven over you.”
“Wow, you guys are good.”
“We’ll only get better,” Dash wisecracked, amused at himself.
With Kylie clinging to his neck, Dash carried her toward the immense room. Once Dono swung open the door and touched on a mellow illumination, Dash strode toward the enormous scoop bed as they called it, actually one designed for multiple partner lovemakin’. Gently, he lowered his wife before him.
“This doesn’t exactly look like a bedroom,” she murmured, uncertainty owning her tone. “Unless they’re different here.”
“It’s for a wife and her husbands,” Dono quietly explained.
“This wife thing feels really strange.” Twisting around, she stared at the oval bed that dipped smoothly in the center and was partly surrounded by a high pillow-type cushion.
“Come on. Let’s give it a test run.” Dash hoisted Kylie by the waist. Turning with her, he stepped onto the bed and carried her to the middle. “Dono and I have been lookin’ at this every day since we got it, hopin’ for our wife to show up.”
“I guess so,” she muttered, giving it the once over with her gaze.
Dash lowered himself and propped his back against the high rounded edge. Grasping Kylie’s fine breeding hips, he eased her downward, then gathered her against his body so she sat in front of him and his legs surrounded her.
Sliding his splayed hands over her thighs, Dash nuzzled the nape of Kylie’s neck. “Woowee, honeysuckle, you are good for a man’s privates.”
“They haven’t been very private, have they?” Her tone scratched at him like an irritable hen.
“Private for you,” Dash bantered while watching Dono join them.
As he moved toward them on his knees, his brother’s cock reminded Dash of an old-fashioned telephone pole.
Leaning forward, Kylie reached out to touch his brother’s pole as if she were mesmerized. Dono didn’t hesitate in presenting his shaft, tilting his hips for her.
“Dang it, you look like one of our studs showin’ off.” Dash stroked over Kylie’s inner thighs, moist from her cream and his cum.
“I plan on showin’ off for my wife anytime she wants it.”
Dash watched Dono’s stomach hit the back of his spine as Kylie’s hand delicately wrapped around his cock’s head.
“Easy there, girl,” Dash crooned. “That stud is about to deliver in your hand.”
Kylie’s head tilted, her gaze flying all the way up Dono’s strained torso to his face.
“Slow and gentle,” Dono encouraged, his voice like tires rolling over gravel. “Touch me, Kylie.”
Flowing her hand downward, Kylie handled his brother’s cock as if it were made out of glass. Obviously, enthralled with the shape, she lightly swirled her palm upward.
“Quite the stud.”
Her soft voice grabbed Dash’s groin, and he figured it did the same or more to his brother, considering his ball-aching condition and her little hand enjoying his shaft.
As she coned her fingers over his cock’s head, Dono’s shaft twitched hard, and his body jerked. Kylie jumped in reaction, straightening against Dash.
“Let’s let that twitchy stud mount.” Dash slowly parted her legs, stroking the skin of her inner thighs. “That’s it. We’ll give him an easy target.”
Dash widened her thighs more, then cupped his hands beneath her knees as he draped her legs over the top of his lower thighs. “Gives him a good view of your female rose. He likes that.”
She trembled, her breaths rapid. “Please ”
“Please, Kylie honey?” Dash watched his brother ease closer and aim his oozing cock.
She moaned, her hands clutching the top of his hands. “Please, hold me so I can’t move.” She heaved a raw ne
rvous breath. “I’ve always wanted to know what that feels like.”
“Whatever you want, princess.” Enfolding her hands inside his, Dash firmly pressed them to her knees, effectively trapping her.
Dono groaned as if his balls had caught on fire. Swooping down, he seized Kylie’s lips in a movie-like long kiss. The instant his brother released her mouth, he lunged. His shaft struck deep inside her, and Dash felt her haunches softly bounce against his inner legs and the base of his pole.
She keened a whimper against Dono’s mouth, wild for his lovemakin’. Rearing back, Dono plunged his cock farther inside her sweet little ole box. With his gaze fastened on her face, he cradled her breasts fondling the full-moon curves. Kylie shivered with pleasure, her head falling onto Dash’s chest in surrender.
Bucking forward, Dono penetrated her completely.
“Oh, yes, more. The rider is up,” she gasped out.
The force of Dono’s second lunge moved her ass against Dash’s shaft. “Wahooo,” he whispered, spikes of rapture surging up his groin.
Like a stud gone mad with breeding hormones, Dono rocketed his cock inside their wife. With each thrust, their wife became soft as cotton and wanton in appearance.
“Ain’t nothin’ like this heaven,” Dono croaked out. Thumbing her bud-pink nipples, he paced his ride, the power of his shaft rocking Kylie’s butt crack along Dash’s breeding length.
“Yup, heaven.” Dash squeezed his eyelids tight with the unbelievable bliss. “What a woman can do to a man.”
Opening his eyes, Dash watched Dono trap her teats between his thumb and fingers. He pinched, then tugged, matching his timing with the thrust of his cock. Dash groaned at the sight of her tits being milked that way.
“That’s it, darlin’ mermaid, just let me give you what you want,” Dono sang in a guttural voice.
From what Dash could feel of her body against his, Dono was giving Kylie what she wanted. She’d abandoned herself to him completely, yielding to his long wicked strikes as if they had become her whole world.
The moment Kylie whimpered, a fragile sound of need, Dono twisted her nipples. He tilted his hips and rode her hot box higher, his shaft sliding along her nubbin.
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