Bred by the Bushmen (Breeding Season 2)

“I know. I do trust you. I know you both wo

n’t hurt me.”

Caleb saw the trust in her eyes, but he wouldn’t allow himself to think anything more of it. Trust was one thing, but he wanted her love.

He wondered why she denied them at first.

Why she tried to run back to the city?

Whatever the answer, he’d find out, and he’d prove to her that leaving them would be a big mistake.

They were large, hardened men, but they were capable of love. In fact, he knew without a doubt.

“Are you ready?” Damon asked.

“Yes.”

Caleb sat back and watched as Damon pressed her back against the floor, making her lie down. He saw her nerves showing through, so he moved to her side. Caleb had a great view of Opal’s pleasure.

He didn’t have a problem with watching. In fact, he loved to see his woman come apart, especially as he knew it was also taking care of his brother. Since their parents died, they’d only had each other. Caleb committed himself to Damon, and his brother’s happiness meant everything to him.

Damon spread her thighs wide at the knees, then caressed the lips of her pussy. She shivered, her fingers combing into the bear rug on either side of her. Caleb saw her sweet clit, swollen and ripe.

“Look at that sweet pussy,” Damon said. “You’re so wet, baby. So wet, so perfect.”

“Taste her, Damon. How does she taste?”

Opal moaned, arching up, whimpering as Damon sucked her clit into his mouth. Reaching out, he cupped one of her breasts, pinching the nipple. His cock was so hard it ached, but he ignored that, focusing on Opal and making her first time memorable.

While Damon ravished her pussy, Caleb cupped her face, titling her head to look at him. She was such a beautiful woman. Sweet innocence.

He knew he was falling for her already, and it didn’t matter how many times he tried to fight it, she’d gotten under his skin.

Running his thumb across her lips, he couldn’t wait to see them wrapped around his cock. Tonight was about her, though. They were going to take her to a heights she’d never even dreamed of, and then keep her there.

Leaning forward, he took possession of her lips, and felt her moan. He flicked his tongue across her mouth, and she opened up. Plunging inside her, he felt her tongue press against his, and he closed his eyes, becoming lost to the moment.

She wasn’t fighting either of them.

The entire room was thick with desire, the pleasure intense.

Wrapping his fingers around his dick, he stroked himself in an effort to ease the ache, but it didn’t work.

Opal was like fire in his arms, and he wanted her.

Pulling away from the kiss, he stared into her eyes. “Have no doubt, Opal, we want you. How does she taste, Damon?”

“So fucking sweet. So ready. She’s wet for us, Caleb. She wants us.”

And he wanted her.

“Have you done any of this with other men, Opal?” asked Caleb, a new level of possessiveness taking him by surprise.

“No. I’ve never had a boyfriend.”

“Good girl.” He took a nipple into his mouth, teasing the other, and she cried out both of their names. They drove her closer and closer toward orgasm. Neither of them let up, wanting her to come. It would be easier for her later if her body was well prepared.

He loved her softness and the fact no other man had ever been with her.