Sex Junkie (Cowboy Addiction 1)

Blake brought her hand to his lips. Sucking her fingers, he flicked her nails with the tip of his tongue, sipping at her trembling digits while he caressed her. The erotic sensation stirred another wave of longing.

Morgan needed them worse than she’d ever needed meth. She wanted their cocks buried so deep she wouldn’t soon forget where she’d been, and how well she’d been loved.

Grant framed her face. He devoured her mouth. Cupping her breast, he flipped his thumb over her nipple. Immediately, she arched against him, rubbing her hard points against his hairy chest.

Her pussy clenched again, the erotic vibrations leaving her defenseless. Her Doms held all the power. Sure, she empowered them by her willingness to submit, but in the end, she gave them what she needed them to have and hold over her. If they dominated her properly, she’d submit to them in a way that might just save her life.

She was a junkie through and through. And addicts possessed the nasty little habit of trading one problem for another.

Morgan stared at them then. Problem, hell. They were the only sensible solution she’d been offered. She gained a bigger rush from them than she often found in her drugs.

“Please, I’ll do anything you ask of me.”

Grant and Blake locked eyes. Blake nodded as if to say she’d been tortured enough.

“Anything?” Grant asked.

“Yes.”

“Then submit to us and accept the fact that you will never do anything without our permission.”

“Yes, I will,” she promised.

“Yes, I know,” Grant replied. “I believe you, Morgan.”

* * * *

The little vixen would’ve promised them sex around the clock at that point. Then again, Grant could just about stroke her at the chime of every hour, too.

He’d never wanted anyone, or even Morgan herself, as much as he desired her then. He had certainly never been so hard, so completely owned by the need consuming him. Once he locked his cock inside her, undoubtedly he’d shoot off like a rocket.

Blake pulled her to him. His legs draped over the end of the mattress, and his feet hit the floor. “Come here, Morgan.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” she said, acting as if one more second of waiting might be the last second she had left to seal the deal, the one moment she couldn’t afford to spare if she wasn’t penetrated right then.

And wasn’t that a damn shame?

“Stand between Blake’s legs,” Grant told her, aware just about any threesome position might be difficult for Morgan to manage. Her small body was limber and easily manipulated, but they wanted her comfortable and relaxed. Grant hoped she would not only enjoy their first time together as a threesome, but would also anticipate more of the same.

Gauging the lust in her eyes, he didn’t think they’d have to work overtime in order to keep her interested.

Morgan stepped in between Blake’s splayed legs. Grant stood behind her.

“Beautiful,” Blake rasped, bringing her into his arms.

“Hurry,” she breathed. “I’m on fire.”

“And so you should be,” Grant told her, gripping her hips, which were a perfect fit for his hands.

He lifted her then, and his timing was perfect. The sexy seductress had just lowered her body to Blake’s.

Snatching the lube from the mattress, he bit off the tip and doused his cock with the oily substance again. He wanted to be good and wet when he took her. The last thing he wanted was to cause her unnecessary pain when her body stretched to accommodate two men. He ran his fingers down the seam of her ass, wedging the moist digits inside her hole while preparing her to take him.

“There, sub,” he crooned.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” Blake asked, pecking her lips.

“God, yes,” she replied, the excitement drawn out as she answered him. “Please give me what I need.”