Baby Makes Three

My insides contracted around Jake, the pit of my stomach burning from the force of my orgasm, and my legs threatened to give out on me.

Logan picked me up and led me to the couch, lying down with me on his lap. Jake handed me a condom to put it on Logan. I rubbed against him, more than ready for them both. Jake was right behind me, positioning himself so he could enter my ass, and just as Logan shoved his dick into me, Jake probed my ass, thrusting inside at once.

“Ah! Guys!”

I felt like they were going to rip me into two, but it was the feeling I’d grown to love and anticipate more than anything. I’d never felt closer to them than like this—when they were both owning me and creating the most delightful sensations I could ask for. We moved as one, our bodies yearning to get closer and to give the pleasure that connected us, and there was nowhere I would rather be than in their arms.

“I love you, Madeline,” Logan muttered and kissed me, running his hands up and down my back lovingly.

“I love you,” Jake said behind me and bit into my shoulder, sucking my skin in a way that would produce a hickey.

“I love you too, guys. I always will. You’re mine.”

“We’re yours, and you’re ours,” Logan said and rammed harder into me, bringing me closer to a new climax.

“So tight. I’m cumming, babe.” Jake’s grunts fil

led my ears when he exploded, his cock twitching against my slick walls once, twice, thrice...

Logan was still until Jake finished and pulled out of me, and then slammed into my ass, making me ride him. “Oh Madeline. I love your both holes. You’re so hot and wet.”

His thrusts quickened, just like his fingers on my clit that were now pushing me to my orgasm, and I screamed his name, trembling forcefully. Two thrusts later, he followed me, slamming his lips against mine at the moment he began spurting his load. His arms snaked around me, keeping me close until he finished ejaculating.

I looked at Jake, who was now sitting on his chair, and noticed his full hard-on. A smirk playing on my lips, I stood up and crossed the room, swaying my hips intentionally.

“I’m not done with you yet,” I said, my pussy already anticipating their next move.

Jake smirked at me. “Good, because we don’t intend to stop here.”

And they didn’t. They made love to me throughout the rest of the night, showing me just how much I meant to them and that it was going to last.

And that was all I needed.

Back in the Saddle

A Second Chance Cowboy Romance

By Ellie Wild

Chapter 1: Flynn

University of Oklahoma 2007

My hands drifted along her waist even as her lips brushed against mine. She was magnetic, that Chelsea of mine, and I felt my jeans tighten as my hands slowly drifted up her shirt. She pressed into me and bent her body backward, and I could feel her hard nipples underneath the cloth of her shirt while her lips trailed down my neck. We plummeted to her bed, nothing but limbs and fabrics flying in all sorts of directions, and I could smell the scent of lavender waft through the air.

She wanted me as much as I wanted her, and I couldn’t wait to feel her silkiness on my tongue.

Her hips were thick with the strength of riding horses all her life, and moved my body quickly downward towards her panty line and tugged away at the fabric. I slung her legs over my shoulders while my tongue drew its memory along her swollen core, and she pulled on my hair, trying to bring me closer and closer to her body. She shook and writhed underneath my hands as they trapped her on the bed, and strings of obscenities that fell from those innocent lips shocked even my ears.

“Fuck, Flynn.”

“Please. Please don’t fucking stop. I’ll do anything.”

Her breathless cries spurred me on, and I realized I’d be anything she wanted me to be. I’d wake her up with rolling orgasms and pin her to the wall when she needed to be set straight. I’d take her up on every promise she made while chasing her orgasmic high, and I’d ride her bucking body all the way into the sunset if it meant I could feel her strong legs shaking uncontrollably along the stubble of my cheeks.

Her breathless comments antagonized my throbbing cock, and when I finally felt her fall over the edge, with her hands clutching my hair and her legs shaking around my head, I reached down and pulled my cock free from my boxers. It ached against the cool sheets of the bed, thick with the desire to feel her, and I reared back onto my heels and surveyed her trembling body before one word flew from my lips.

“Anything?”