Sir Loin of Beef (Grade-A Beefcakes 1)

Fuck, she was perfect.

While it would have been amazing to be the two men to take her sweet cherry, she wasn’t a virgin. No, she didn’t give off that vibe. Oh, she still had an innocence about her, but she’d had a man sniff around her before. There was no way in hell he had satisfied her the way Duke and I would. We’d ruin her. Give her so much pleasure she’d crave it. Stretch that tight little pussy, open it up and shape it for our big dicks. Mark it with our cum over and over until our scent clung to her. So that every man she got near could tell she belonged to two real men.

And she was eager for that. The way her nipples were hard, clearly visible through her prim blouse, was a good sign. Also, the way she’d looked when she’d said ‘okay’ right before Duke had carried her off the stage. I was content to leave the other women to the strippers. I had the one I wanted.

“What did you think?” she asked, licking her lips and glancing between us.

“That you belong to us.”

“I thought you were a stripper,” she replied, glancing at Duke.

He pointed to himself. “Me?”

She shrugged, blushed hotly. “Ava knows your name and you got up on stage.”

Duke grinned. “Angel, I’m not a stripper, but I’ll happily take my clothes off for you.”

Me, too.

I watched as she pushed her glasses back up her nose, flushed some more. Shit, that motion had me almost coming in my pants. Prim and proper and we were slowly getting her all dirty. A long tendril of dark hair had come loose from her bun, and I moved over to her and tucked it back behind her ear. We wouldn’t finish getting her filthy until she came, screaming our names. Not once. Not twice, but enough times for her to know her body was now ruled by two big, hard cowboys.

And our dicks. I had to keep mine in my jeans until it was time for her to take me for a ride like the hottest cowgirl in the world, otherwise I wouldn’t get my cum up inside her. It’d be all over that creamy skin. Oh, it’d still mark her, but not how I wanted.

Duke might be the famous one on a wild bronc, but that didn’t mean he was the only one who could take on a wild thing. I, too, could use a rope and ride for longer than eight seconds, and this little filly was going to learn that soon enough.

Hell, the way I was feeling right now, I could go all night. I doubted my dick was going to go down anytime soon. And the way my balls felt, I had enough cum to fill her right up.

Leaning down, I kissed her. There was no way I could wait any longer.

I heard her little gasp, felt her startle, then relax. Kissed me back, opened for me. Oh yeah, she was just as sweet as I’d imagined. And in the short time since I’d first laid eyes on her, I’d imagined a lot.

Her between me and Duke. Turning her around so I could bend her over my desk and fuck her. Settle her into my chair, tuck her legs up over each arm, fall to my knees and eat that sweet pussy until she came. Screamed. I’d get my fingers into that tight, needy little hole, find her hot button and make her squirm, then squirt.

Lap it all up.

Finally, I lifted my head.

“Us?” she asked, blinking up at me.

The one word broke me from my thoughts.

I grinned, licked the flavor of her from my lips, and Duke stepped close. “We share.”

“Everything,” I added, as Duke turned her so he could have his turn kissing her.

We’d been best friends since I punched Neil Kirkland on the playground in kindergarten for fucking with Duke over his GI Joe lunchbox. Sure, Duke had two huge brothers to have his back now, but back then, one had been in diapers, the other pre-school. So it had been up to me to stand up to that front-tooth-m

issing little fucker. Ever since we’d been sent to the principal’s office, we’d been inseparable. His parents had gotten used to me being on the ranch, loading me in the big station wagon with the four Duke kids whenever they went out. It wasn’t as if my parents had really cared. Hell, Mr. and Mrs. Duke were more my mom and dad than my real ones ever were.

So when Duke—very few people ever called him by his first name, Landon—and I decided we’d share a girl in seventh grade, that hadn’t gone over well. Mr. Duke had been smart and recognized how it was going to be with us, had told us to hold off until at least college before we did that. And we had. We’d practiced with a whole string of women, especially once we got our degrees and then hit the pro rodeo circuit.

And all those women, all that easy pussy had been practice for right now. For Kaitlyn.

Duke and I would share her. No one else. The thought of any guy seeing her gorgeous body, even her fucking panties, made me want to poke their eyes out. We were possessive fuckers and Kaitlyn would quickly discover that.

Possessive with our kisses, our hands, mouths. Dicks. They belonged to her now.

We’d left the pro rodeo circuit two years ago. I’d walked away, but Duke had been carried off on a stretcher with a broken leg. While we weren’t fucking old, we weren’t young bucks anymore either. The travel, the wear-and-tear of hanging onto the back of a bucking bronco or hopping off a galloping horse to wrangle a calf, wasn’t easy to recover from any longer. The buckle bunnies had once been great to soothe all the aches and pains away, but even that had gotten old.