Sex Junkie (Cowboy Addiction 1)

“Beg,” Grant ordered her. “Grovel for your new drug, baby.”

He saw a flicker of surprise flash in Blake’s eyes. And just when Morgan cried out for more, Grant pushed her forward, working his cock to the outer ring of her puckered hole. Her body succumbed to a complete invasion then.

Blake was in place. Grant was ready to earn his share of space as well.

“Relax,” he told her, noticing how her rigid form collapsed against Blake’s midsection.

“I don’t think I can!” she exclaimed, her body writhing under his weight.

Grant grunted then, shoving his cock inside her. “Oh yes you can.”

“Blake! Grant!” she screamed, the cry startling Grant so much that he pulled out.

Immediately, she jerked. “Why’d you pull out? Don’t stop now. Please!”

“Ah fuck,” he drawled, slipping between her cheeks again. If he were any kind of Dom at all, he’d make her grovel a little more. Then again, Morgan could fuck air at this point, she was so hot and wet.

“Let me do all the work, Sir,” she said, riding double like she’d been awaiting the chance to graduate into a more advanced seat.

“There you go, baby,” Grant crooned, fucking her back entrance, giving her a little bit more with every stroke. “Oh yeah, sweetness. Milk it, honey.”

Her snug channel wrapped around him, welcoming him into her tight passage. Her little hole felt like a small, closed fist clenching around him. “Oh, sweet baby. You feel so slick and warm.”

She stiffened as her body accommodated them. Then she rocked them, swaying one way and then the other. “Oh my God. If I’d only known what I’d been missing!”

“Now you do,” Blake said, licking her nipple.

She undulated right then, her tantalizing hips grinding out a scandalous tempo. And as Grant had feared and expected, he was hooked on her sweet loving all over again.

“That’s right, vixen,” Grant rasped. “Use that sexy body. Show us how our submissive woman can move.”

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Blake’s hooded eyes were as much of an enticement as the foreplay itself. Seeing how much he wanted her, how much he still desired her, made her work harder for his pleasure, his complete satisfaction.

As much as they’d sworn only to fuck her, to use her body for sex alone rather than making love to her, she wasn’t fooled for a second. That disconnection she couldn’t separate. The lust and love were adjoined. With Blake and Grant, the two would always be linked.

Blake was the first man she’d ever loved, and Grant was the last. How could she have sex with either of them without those old feelings resurfacing again?

Now, to add to the list of life complications, she felt as if she were embarking on a new journey, an everlasting adventure guaranteed to change her life. While she was angst-ridden—primarily because of the toll the drugs had taken on her body—she wasn’t necessarily afraid to face the new day.

Her men stroked faster, fucked harder. Their cocks hammered away at the space claimed, pounding inside her as their delivery accelerated and the thrusts went deeper.

To think she’d missed out on this kind of loving! Why hadn’t someone mentioned a threesome long before now?

“You’re so hot,” Blake whispered. “The ginger still burns, doesn’t it?” He screwed her, impaling her with broken taps. His steely cock pulsed with his building release.

“Yes,” she choked out, focusing on the heat, on the wild passion, the unmatched lovemaking.

Blake’s dick thrummed inside her pussy. Grant’s hard rod pulsed inside her ass.

Heavy cocks fucked her as large hands careened over her flesh. Blake kissed her as he pushed himself higher, using her body for leverage as he sank between her folds, held still, withdrew, and buried himself balls deep once more. His tongue fought for its place as eagerly as his dick claimed its own, tapping that spot destined to set her off.

Morgan was sensitive from front to back, thanks in part to the fascinating sensations the violet wand generated. She felt as if her body became one giant wave of static electricity as each man developed a nearly hypnotic tempo.

Their long, erect cocks took stock in her body. Every stroke was worthy of praise as each jolt provoked more moans, and soft cries filled with desperate whispers.

Morgan couldn’t wait to feel their cum oozing inside her, swirling as they punched their way toward the inevitable finish, the end set to mark the beginning of another free-for-all. The last man stroking would inevitably fuck her through multiple orgasms.