Mountain Delights (Wild Mountain Men 2)

No, we weren’t thinking about any of that now.

He pulled out, spanked her ass once more. “Turn around, sweetheart, and show me what kind of cowgirl you are.”

She looked to me and I nodded. Pushing off the back of the couch, she looked down at how I was stroking my dick, then turned and faced Cy. Her pants were around her thighs. Hell, she still had her boots on.

I had the incredible view of her ass. Taut, full and Cy’s handprints were bright pink. Pre-cum slid over my fingers, and I rubbed it in with my thumb.

Maybe Cy read my thoughts because he dropped to his knees and helped her out of everything until she was naked between us and her clothes and boots a pile on the floor.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” Cy commented, looking her over, then standing.

She was. Thickly muscled, toned from all her tr

aining and competing. Tall, gorgeous.

And all ours. Every sexy inch of her.

4

HAILEY

I was naked. They were fully dressed, except for having their dicks out. Stroking them. I turned, looked from Cy, who stood before me, legs braced wide apart, his dick shiny and slick with my arousal, to Lucas, settled in the couch, relaxed, knees wide.

I knew his dick. Knew every hard inch of it. I’d had it deep inside me, my pussy and my mouth. I knew it was silky soft to the touch but hard beneath. Thick with a vein running down the side, it was almost visually brutal, a reminder of how virile he was.

How manly. And now, he stroked it, his clenched fist tugging on the length, working pre-cum out of the slit to slide down the broad crown.

My mouth watered to lick that pearly drop up, to watch as he succumbed to the pleasure I was able to give him.

I didn’t want just his dick. I wanted Cy’s, too. And what a sight! I didn’t imagine he was bigger than Lucas, but it was possible. If I said he was hung like a porn star, I probably wasn’t exaggerating. I had to wonder how he fit that thing down his pants. How could he walk if it was hard?

I loved the feel of it as he tried to get inside me. He took his time, slowly fucking it into me and my pussy clenched in emptiness. No matter how wet I was, it wasn’t easy. But I loved the slight burn, the stretch, the way he bottomed out because I knew he was all in, that he was giving me everything.

Lucas leaned forward, wrapped a hand around my hip and pulled me back, then helped lower me down onto his thighs so I straddled him, my back to him.

He widened his legs, which parted mine, my feet no longer touching the floor. “Your knee okay?” he murmured.

I nodded. He always checked in about it, making sure I was comfortable, that he wasn’t making it bend in a way that was too much. I almost had full range of motion after surgery and months of PT, but it still hurt at times. Still got stiff.

When he lifted me up so his dick found my entrance, it slid in about an inch. Even after Cy had been in me first, he still needed to go slow.

Leaning forward, I settled my hands on his thighs, trying to keep my balance.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice almost a growl. Both of his hands were on my waist now, lifting and lowering me slowly and carefully, giving me an inch of him at a time until I was finally sitting upon his legs.

The feel of his jeans against my bare thighs reminded me of the differences between us. They wanted me bare, exposed to them completely, while they only uncovered the important parts.

I squirmed a little, clenched down, adjusting.

Lucas hissed.

Cy did nothing but watch.

Lucas lifted me up until he was almost all the way out, then lowered me down, gravity helping. My breasts bounced.

“Oh god,” I moaned. It felt so good, the way he slid over places inside me that made me hot. No, hotter. Made me close to coming. But facing away from him, my clit wasn’t rubbing against anything, and I wasn’t going to come like this. Not without some help.

Lucas always ensured I came, usually more than once. It wasn’t about if, but when.