She glanced at Jared. “You promised to step into the role of madam.”
“I said I’d manage things. I didn’t say I’d assume the title.”
“As long as you have the reins, we’re okay,” she said, taking a little jab.
David was determined to leave the bounty hunting business and had decided to spend more and more time at the brothel and saloon. Unfortunately, when David was around, she didn’t have time for work. She had a better time if she dragged David away to one of the themed rooms. They often loved away the afternoon.
She wished she had the opportunity to do the same with the other four. Unfortunately they were always on the trail, looking for another bandit, someone else to lock up so some other marshal would pay up.
Crooking his finger back and forth, David said, “Come closer.”
“Come is what I have in mind.”
“I don’t doubt that for a minute,” David assured her.
Tuff pulled her forward when she reached the bed and the men surrounded her.
In a matter of seconds, her clothes were strewn about. Arms entwined with arms and bodies shifted here or there as the men fought for position or place.
“Oh my heavens!” she exclaimed. Creed forced her legs apart and at the same time, he thrust his tongue deep inside her pussy, the meaty flesh wiggling higher and higher as he found her spot and sipped at her cunt as if he planned to take all night.
Buck knelt to her left and fed her his cock, dropping his length between her lips so she could suck and sip, devour the tip and tease him until he was groveling for a tighter suction.
David suckled her right breast, Tuff stayed at her left. Jared was at her left as well, waiting patiently, biding his time.
Sometimes Mary Margaret wondered how he had the patience to manage. Typically, he was the last one to join them, the last one to love her.
She stared into his pretty bright eyes and mouthed the words, “I love you.”
“Hey now,” Creed said, smacking her pussy.
A bolt of arousal shot through her pussy. She jerked with the sensation.
“You can’t play favorites,” Creed said.
Sure she could. She loved them equally so whenever she paid one man more attention than the other, she felt no guilt.
Keeping a tight grip on Buck, she lapped at the tip of his dick, dragging her tongue back and forth over the beaded pebble topping the crest. Then, she drew him into the heart of her mouth, whipping her tongue around his size and enjoying the sensation when he pulsed against the back of her throat.
As the mattress jumped, Creed stopped suckling her clit and towered over her to watch as she performed probably the best blowjob she’d given any of them in recent months. Hell, she’d have to be careful about that too. They were so jealous of one another, they’d swear she was playing favorites there, too.
Tuff shifted his weight and David followed him. Soon, she was positioned across Tuff’s body. He fisted his cock and held himself at the base, pumping himself as he teased her. He eased the tip of his cock between her orbs and her breath caught in her chest.
Exquisite pleasure awaited them as Jared took the front left position and David took the right. Buck was finished for the night.
Grabbing hold of one another’s shoulders, Jared and David slipped inside her body in one fluid motion, fucking her pussy with thrashing strokes. Tuff entered her from behind, taking her gently at first before becoming wild with the raging need evident between them, the fiery desire to indulge in carnal pleasures.
With her men guiding her, she became the motions of sex as much as a willing participant. Creed took Buck’s place and slipped between her lips, his thick cock sliding across her tongue as he tried to keep his balance while rocking with their bodies. He maintained his position as the men drove inside her with a claiming guaranteed to bring about the hottest of releases.
Mary Margaret had noticed they’d become more demanding. As the opening to the saloon and brothel had approached, they’d each had their own set of continual demands. In fact she’d wondered, at times, if they were trying to test her. Sometimes she believed they deliberately tested her patience just so she would turn the clubs over to them.
That wouldn’t happen and in many ways, she could thank Jared for her need to keep some independence. “Ah Jared,” she whimpered, releasing Creed’s dick for a moment and catching a stern glare from David. If David only knew what she was thinking about at the moment.
She was grateful to all her men but in matters of business, she owed Jared everything. He was the reason they had an opening to celebrate.
With the slightest thought of their private party, she dragged her tongue across the top of Creed’s cock, careful to make sure she kept her teeth in check, not an easy task when the fucking became rougher. More deliberate throttles sent her close to the edge as three cocks filled her from front to back and one continued to tap her tonsils.
The masculine heat inspired her as hands caressed her, dicks stroked her, and the releases spurting into her channel gave her hope.
She would soon mother their children.
Tuff gripped her hips and growled as he entered her, impaling her deeper, going for longer, and more satisfying strokes. And she loved each one. When Tuff took her from behind, he may have been gentle at the point of entry but then he let her have it. He stamped her puckered hole with the weight of his cock, gliding inside her like he might fuck her pussy, hard and wild, deliberately passionate as he fought for and gained his rightful place.
Tuff didn’t seem to worry about whether or not she could handle his size. He just worked for her pleasure and his.
As the heat consumed her, the need for release washed over her. She turned her head and sucked Creed harder, hoping they could all ride out their climax together.
Creed gripped the headboard. “Right there, baby. Right there.”
She rubbed the underside of his cock with her tongue and caressed his scrotum, feeling the heavy weight of his release building up at the base. The hotness nearly burned her fingers as she stroked the tiny veins leading to the head of his cock.
Tuff grunted. His pace had slowed. He was waiting for her or perhaps the others. She squeezed her cheeks together and he cursed aloud. “Fuck! I’m ready to blow!”
She mumbled against Creed’s shaft and he stroked her cheek as she took him to her throat, released and then blew again, trying her best to draw out his release, the satisfying pleasure she was certain to find once his hot rich spray tantalized her senses.
David and Jared plunged inside together. Bracing themselves for one hell of a freefall, David clutched Jared’s arm while Jared held fast to David, trying to perhaps gain the leverage needed to enter and retreat together.
There was nothing quite so hot or ever so sweet. Her men brought her to orgasm and when she reached the plateau, she immediately rose again, gaining a higher and more satisfying feeling as one orgasm led her into the throes of another.
Curling her tongue around Creed’s shaft, she gave him one final effort. The results achieved were well worth her time as the bed started shaking, the mattress forever bounced.
Her men hollered. The warmth of their pleasure seeped into her channel and marked their permanent places within her body.
“I love you,” she whispered. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.” Her breath caught in her chest. Tears poured from her eyes and a smile tugged at her lips.
“Are you happy, darling?” Creed asked her as he gathered her in his arms.
“Is this a trick question?”
“You know it is.”
Buck sat at the end of the bed massaging her feet while David stayed at her side, brushing the hair away from her face. Minutes later, Tuff and Jared rejoined them.
“Well?” Creed asked. “Are you happy?”
“I’m as happy as I’ll ever be,” she said softly, remembering the conversation they’d had not so long ago.
“Is there any way we c
an make you happier?” Tuff asked, kissing her stomach.
“Yes,” she said thoughtfully. “Tell me you wanted the woman as much as you wanted the child.”
He grinned. “If you don’t know that by now, something is definitely wrong.”
“I think I’ll be pregnant soon.”
Outside, a huge storm kicked up branches and swirled a few pieces of tumbleweed across the dirt road. In the distance horses cried out with loud neighs while a bolt of jagged lightning flashed across the sky.
Creed turned his face toward the open window and his lips spread in a smile. “I have a feeling you already are.”
“Well then,” she said. “Who am I to question you? So far your gut instincts have been right on the money.”
About the Author
International bestselling e-book and trade paperback author, Destiny Blaine writes in all genres using several pseudonyms. Destiny lives in East Tennessee with her husband and daughter. Her son is serving in the United States Navy. For more information, please visit her website at www.destinyblaine.com
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