Kylie moaned, her head snapping back and forth between Dono’s pillar-like arms. He’d placed both hands on her ankles and drew her legs father back, exposing her pussy even more.
“Wahoo.” Dash’s guttural celebration coursed through her like the rough waves of a storm. Kylie’s sex opening convulsed. “You should see her honey hole. My cock is about to dip in for a long stirrin’.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
We Are Your Texans
The plunge of Dash’s thick large crown inside her momentarily eased her feverish need. His powerful jabs penetrated deeper and deeper until he thrust to her womb. Trapped in a stupor of pleasure, Kylie focused on the different sensations of being taken in this position, especially the tease of her rim’s flesh closest to her ass.
God, it felt exquisite and made her hotter than sin.
Uncompromising in his rhythm, Dash rode her, his strikes so strong Kylie yielded her pussy to his driving shaft. Damn, the erotic side of her nature wanted this. Wanted roughshod—what she’d asked Dono for.
“You like that, sweet thang?” Dillon’s voice cut through the fog of her constant ecstasy.
All she could do was whimper in appreciation as his big work-roughened hand smoothed over her breasts, then circled over the sensitized swells.
“Yes,” she chanted. Another orgasm bloomed around Dash’s bucking thrusts, the rapture flowing over her entire channel.
“Ride me…ride me…ride me…God, yes! Dash, ride me.”
Kylie’s nipples felt as though they exploded against Dillon’s rubbing palms, peaks of absolute bliss. Captured by leather, and by Dono’s hold, she still arched to receive more of Dash’s pounding cock.
Suddenly on fire with her orgasm, she cried out. As the pleasure quaked through her, her sheath constricted, and Kylie cried out again, utterly consumed.
Dash lunged, a bold penetration of her pussy channel, then loosed his own orgasm. “Yippee kayay,” he softly groaned.
For long moments, they remained locked together, beautifully joined.
“Good Lord, Kylie, I’m a happy buckaroo, honey.”
Slowly, Dash eased his shaft from her.
His touch more loving than sensual, Dillon continued stroking her breasts. He stopped as Dono gradually lowered her legs. Burying his lips in her hair once she was prone, Dono swept gentle caresses over her, then gathered her closer and enfolded her with his body.
“Kylie.”
Her name sounded like the loveliest poetry from Dono’s mouth.
A soft silence sang around them. Kylie sensed they all absorbed what had occurred sexually and emotionally between them. They had all bonded with each other at a deep level. Maybe, even a soul level.
Kylie knew one thing. She felt totally blissed out. Bring on the clouds. She could sail atop them since she felt weightless.
Long moments later, Dillon tipped her face up to his view.
Still groggy with her afterglow, she asked, “What did you put in that branding thingie? I turned into a sex maniac.”
Dillon’s grin slowly spread. Would she ever get over how Viking-attractive she found him?
“Nothing in the brand, Sparks. It’s your reaction to where it was placed.”
Kylie had to wonder what her reaction would be when they placed the brand on her tailbone, given how Dillon had aroused her before at the hut.
“Here, Kylie, honey lamb.” Dash held out a small mug. “It’s good for you. Take a sip.”
He waved it beneath her nose to tempt her. Since it smelled good and cinnamony, Kylie shifted to rise upward. Dono undid the strip of leather, freeing her wrists. Clutching the mug, Kylie appreciated its warmth and took a taste. She recognized some of the herbs as being beneficial to women, wild yam and licorice being two of them.
Continuing to sip, she gazed through her lashes at Dillon and Dash. Their lust-carved features fascinated her. What woman wouldn’t be flattered down to her clit at their hungry expressions? Especially, since they’d already had their cocks in her, and wanted more.
“Kylie, take your time.” Both Dillon’s tone and his gaze urged her to take his words seriously. “All of us need a breather.” He hunkered down beside her and searched her face, his eyes glowing intensely.
She knew he checked to make certain she was okay. Okay, being a relative term to her in this strange, sex-ritualistic situation. Their gazes locked, and the magic flowed between them. Their passionate magic.
Words between them would have ruined it. Their communication was the stuff of lovers, a private realm meant only for a man and a woman.
Focused on Dillon, wanting to be nowhere else, Kylie swallowed down the warm liquid in slow sips. When she’d finished, he gently took the mug from her. His lingering look said it all between them. As he straightened, Kyle felt his absence as if she’d suddenly been cleaved in half.
Her rational mind wanted to deny the experience. A woman didn’t need a man in that way, unless she was psychologically defective. So she’d been led to believe all these years. Yet…
Maybe there was a difference between neediness and a true connection, or how ultra impassioned she felt for Dillon.
“Darlin’, you have the sexiest back.” Dono smoothed his palm from her waist to her shoulders. Caressing her shoulders, he began a sensual massage that soon had her in a state of nirvana.
“Dono.” Kylie’s head fell forward, and she sighed, relaxing deliciously.
“It’s your turn,” she uttered long moments later. “Isn’t it?”
“My turn?” Dono pushed his thumbs beneath her shoulder blades.
“You know what I mean. Your turn to brand me.”
Before she could think about them, the words had rushed out. Kylie trembled inside from apprehension, even though she still floated on a cloud of elation. Because she realized her three cowboys weren’t done seeing to her extreme pleasures, she tamped down her concern.
“It is my turn to brand you.”
Dono’s thumbs glided over her flesh, pressing into her muscles. Her cooperating body went limp.
“God, you’re good at that. I just may have to forgive you.”
“Now, I know how to get you to forgive me, sweetheart.”
The dark tease of his voice did things to her insides that should be illegal. The common phrase hit her in the mid-section. Illegal, it all flooded back. The excruciating horror of being jailed and her escape from being charged for something she’d never done.
A whimper tore from her throat.
“What’s wrong?” Dono crushed her close, rocking her.
Kylie swallowed hard. “Just remembering what happened…why I ended up here with you.”
“You’re safe now, Kylie. I promise, you’re safe.” Dono pressed a long kiss on top of her head.
“No one’s going to do anything to you.” Dash knelt down, peering at her face, his expression so earnest it melted her heart like ice cream on a summer day. “We won’t let ’em. You’re our wife.”
Kylie had to smile a bit at his simple assertion. “With the three of you I do feel protected.” It hit her in that instant, she did feel protected, far more than she’d ever known before. “After all, if you’re branding me, I guess, I really belong.”
“You belong to our hearts, Kylie,” Dono assured her, his tone velvety.
A twist of joy soared inside Kylie, and in the next moment, doubt knifed her. Because Dono sounded so sincere, she hesitated speaking her thoughts. Still…
“Can I say something?”
“What is it, Kylie?” Dillon’s strong voice wrapped around her like a warm comforter.
“I…I don’t think I can feel…I mean it’s going to take me longer to…care. To care the way you three seem to, already. But I don’t want to disappoint you. Oh, that’s so weak of me. Here I am thinking I should live up to your expectations. Shi…shoot.”
“Stop,” Dono gently urged.
“None of us expects your heart to care that quick.” Dash brushed comforting strok
es on her knee.
“A filly takes her own time acceptin’ a stallion.” Dillon lowered himself beside her and Dono. “It’s the stallion’s job to keep convincin’ her.” Cupping her chin with his big dominant hand, Dillon brought her face to his gaze. “Isn’t that right, Dono and Dash?”
Automatically, Kylie rested her chin on his palm letting her gaze merge with his. A moth to the flame, the one glittering in dark depths of his eyes, she decided as they continued gazing at each other.
“Don’t you worry, honey. We have all sorts of ways to convince you.” Kylie decided Dash’s enthusiasm worked better than the herb, St. John’s Wort, to lift her spirits.
“I like the way you say convincin’, cowboy,” she murmured, still lost in the fiery glints of Dillon’s steel eyes.
Dono softly rubbed her back. “Darlin’, I’ll bet diamonds to donuts you’re gonna like what we have planned next.”
Kylie simmered, her desire ignited by Dono’s purring timbre. Besides, she knew he wasn’t a man who made idle promises to a woman, not when it came to fulfilling her desires.
With his fingers grazing her skin, Dillon released her chin. His touch lingered, his fingertips caressing beneath her chin in a way that stoked her internal fires higher. “Yep, you’re gonna like it,” Dillon rasped.
Kylie’s sex hitched in anticipation, from her opening to her clit. “Whatever it is, tie my wrists again.”
Dono swept his palms down her arms, and took possession of her wrists. After bringing them together, he swiftly wrapped them with the leather. “You belong to us, Kylie,” he growled. Possessively, his hands covered her breasts.
Seared by desire, Kylie thrust into his palms. Dono roughly stroked, manhandling the swells of her breasts. Kylie only ached for more. Letting her head drop back, she arched backward, her breaths quickening. “How do you know what I want?”
“It’s what I want to do to you, my beautiful woman. I trust my rutting instincts.”
Seizing her breasts, Dono pinched her aroused nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She cried out with incredible pleasure as he continued, his demand making her helpless, and all his.
“Oh, God, Dono, what do you want from me?”
Her answer came as he smoothed his hands downward and shaped the curve of her waist. Lifting her, Dono moved with her, and in seconds, Kylie had been placed on her knees.
Rising above her, Dono arranged her so that her chin and shoulders rested on what she knew was a specialized pillow that kept her face from being buried in the bedspread. Like an erotic artist, Dono molded her body, then placed her ass high in the air.
She felt his weight leave the bed. “Don’t move, wife.”
Kylie chilled, wondering what they were about to do to her. At the same time, she blazed with wanting it, no, craving it.
“Sweet thang, there’s that pretty rump of yours.” Dillon sensually forced his finger between her thighs. Sliding his fingertip over her clit, he rubbed hard and deliberate.
Swamped with the most wicked and pleasing sensations, Kylie sang moans.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you?”
Dillon’s guttural tone scorched her, even as he slipped his finger from her pussy slit. An instant later, the cool smooth feel of leather caressed over both of her ass cheeks. Though, it felt like a wide belt, Kylie figured it was a whip of some kind.
She boiled, turned on to the max. Then she froze, frightened. Still, her desperate heat won out, and Kylie wanted what he was about to do to her with every fiber of her flesh.
Dillon stroked the whip back and forth several times, teasing her skin and preparing her. Her pussy clenched as he slapped the leather across the fullest part of her butt.
“Dillon…” Unbidden, his name passed between her lips, and she knew it was because she pleaded with him to keep spanking her.
Kylie heard him growl, a primitive thunder of sound that went straight to her sex mound. He smacked her ass again, then established a deliberate rhythm, his strikes firm but not close to blistering. Not yet.
Rapture stabbed through her pussy, claiming the length of her channel. “Oh, my God, Dillon. Please.”
He halted and Kylie heard his harsh fast pants. The next instant, the whip slammed across her ass, stinging painfully and exquisitely.
Again, Dillon stopped. His large hand rubbed over her entire bottom lightly.
“Damn, brother,” Dash hoarsely swore. The lust dripped from his voice like her pussy now dripped. “Are you really gonna redden that pearl purty butt of hers?”
“Smell the perfume of her carnal rose, Dash,” Dono rasped. “She wants it.”
Involuntarily, Kylie sobbed. She did want it. Out of control desire gripped her fierce as talons.
“She has to bond with all of us equally. This is the way to do it.”
The raw passion of Dillon’s voice increased Kylie’s frenzied heat. Hell, she’d become so hot, such a firestorm of need, that she did want all three brothers driving inside her, taking her.
Desperately, she wanted Dillon, Dono, and Dash taking her, their cocks plunging in and out of her, not just now, but in the future—what felt like forever.
“Kylie.”
Dillon spoke her name, mere smolder. He whipped her ass sharply, the sound stark above all three brothers’ rapid breathing. He followed with several punishing blows, then halted. His groan filled the room, a primal force that reminded her he was her Viking cowboy.
A whirlwind of pain and bliss owned Kylie, most of it centered on her butt and her pussy. Her sex opening pulsed strongly, wild for one of their cocks.
“That’s it, darlin’.” Dillon stroked the flaming skin of her butt, his touch incredibly gentle. “I want you standing like a mare ready to breed.”
Something about the way he said it turned her wilder, instead of repulsing her. Kylie whimpered as her pussy sweltered, demanding one of them mount her.
“Dono,” Dillon summoned.
“Kylie, sweetheart, I guarantee your gonna enjoy what I’m about to do to your ass.” Dono caressed her fiery butt, his thumbs brushing along the sensitive slick flesh between her cheeks.
A frisson of warning shot through her, though she remained lost to the incandescent fires that seized her, too far gone. The firm push of Dono’s cock against her butt hole jerked her eyelids open, then widened her eyes.
“I’m all greased up, my beautiful wife.”
The rough rasp of Dono’s voice also warned her. He’d gone to his primitive side. God, he was about to penetrate her ass, then ride her.
Alarm sliced through Kylie as his palms flowed over her curves and took possession of her hips. He gripped hard, immediately pumping the crown of his shaft inside her hole. The stretch of her flesh struck Kylie as effing unbelievable.
Dono didn’t stop. One forceful thrust at a time, he drilled his cock deeper inside her ass, as if the tightness of her butt hole was a challenge he meant to conquer.
Shock tore through her haze of pleasure. Yet, his hold was so masterful every thought about resisting fled from her mind.
“Feel,” Dono commanded. “Feel it. Feel how I’m giving it to you.”
As if his words cast a spell, a strange rapture suddenly bloomed in the depths of her pussy. With her wrists and ankles wrapped by leather, Kylie shimmered ecstatically inside, feeling utterly captured by the unique pleasure.
“Oh damn, Dono. It is good.”
“Good,” he growled. “My wife is good.”
“Woooweee,” Dash drawled hoarsely, “Ain’t she purty all bound up and takin’ your flesh pole that way, brother.”
“Purty ain’t the word,” she heard Dillon quietly growl.
Kylie moaned and surrendered herself even more. The radiant beginnings of an orgasm surrounded the careful pistoning of Dono’s cock. She knew even though she felt split in two, there was no way he had his long pole all the way inside her butt.
“Dono…it’s happening…I’m going to come. You’re making me…
you’re making me…oh, yes, please.”
Excruciating pleasure overtook her as Dono continued screwing her ass. The fact that she remained helpless while his cock lunged into her butt hole thrilled through Kylie, and magnified her ecstasy.
“Do it, darlin’. Come for me.”
Loosed by the dark orgasmic tone of Dono’s voice, Kylie flew free and soared on her bliss. Nothing existed except the feel of Dono’s huge shaft striking inside her once more. He halted his penetration, and she heard his harsh shout, an explosion of pleasure that erupted from deep inside him.
Floating within a lovely zone, Kylie became aware Dono stroked her hips.
“Kylie, wife.”
The possessive timbre of Dono’s voice burned through her. At some level, she felt astonishment, given how she’d analyzed his way with women. Yet, there was no mistaking it.
Gradually descending from her climax, Kylie felt as if she surfed on air. “Dono,” she whispered, feeling him slide his cock from her ass.
He molded loving caresses over her butt cheeks alleviating the sting of her flesh. It registered in Kylie’s mind that he was about to brand her. A tingle stabbed into the pit of her stomach.
Kylie turned her head when she felt the weight of Dillon and Dash as they moved onto the bed, one on each side of her.
Dash met her gaze, then brushed damp strands of her hair from her cheek. “It’s okay, honey. Like you said, it just means you belong to us.”
Kylie felt the press of a soft cloth above her butt crack, on her tailbone. At the same time, Dillon’s hand smoothed a wide path over her back, soothing her. “You belong to us, Kylie. You always will. We are your Texans.”
“We are your Texans,” Dono echoed.
The small sting of the brand on her skin hit her psyche with far more force. She was branded. Branded by the Texans.
Chapter Thirty-Three
You Big Humping Viking
Dillon bent down over his Kylie, feeling both tender and fierce as a rampaging bull. Pressing his lips in her mussed fragrant hair, he kissed softly while his heart thundered for her.
He’d never known anything like it. Hell, his blood thundered through his veins, too, and he felt as big as the sky because of her.
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