Bred by the Bushmen (Breeding Season 2)

“Well, she’s ours,” said Caleb.

Opal may not admit it, but their possessiveness, their claim of ownership of her gave her a thrill every single time. Being wanted was a beautiful feeling, something she’d sought all her life. There was no way she’d walk away from this. She just hoped she hadn’t pegged the brothers wrong—her heart couldn’t take it.

Damon gave her breast a squeeze. She’d always felt her huge chest was a hindrance, making her look fat and sloppy, but both men seemed enthralled by her plus-sized figure. It gave her confidence a much-needed spike. There really must be someone out there for everyone, as the old saying went.

“I’m going to go real slow. For tonight,” said Caleb. His finger slipped inside her pussy. She was so slick, there was no resistance. Then he added another, finger fucking her with two fingers. He was rough and gentle at the same time. “She’s nice and tight, Damon. She’ll feel like heaven around my cock.”

“I don’t think we’ve ever had a virgin, have we?”

“She’ll be our first,” said Caleb.

Heat built in her pussy, rising to fill her entire lower stomach. She felt so surrounded, so wanted.

“How’s that feel, sweetheart?” asked Caleb.

She licked her lips in order to speak. “I like it.”

He frowned. “I’m not trying hard enough, then. I want you to love it, want you begging me not to stop.”

Opal swore she’d orgasm again and they hadn’t really started. His shoulders were corded with muscle and she couldn’t keep her hands to herself. Every time she touched him, he reacted, giving her a sense of power. The same he wanted over her.

He removed his fingers and replaced them with the smooth head of his cock. She gasped, uncertainty making her nerves flare. Damon made a hushing sound in her ear, before suckling her erogenous zone.

Caleb swirled his thick cockhead around her overflow of moisture, then pressed in an inch. Opal gasped, her nails raking his back.

“Easy, baby. I’m not going to hurt you.” Caleb stopped dead, giving her a kiss to make her forget her worries. His short beard rubbed her cheek, reminding her of his virility. His dick throbbed inside her, hard and swollen, and she knew he was holding back for her sake. It felt amazing that he put her first, cared about her experience.

“Keep going,” said Damon. “Just go slow.”

She knew Damon was pent up and eager for his turn. It excited her, made her feel desirable. His older brother complied, pushing in bit by bit. She held her breath as her body adjusted to his size. She felt so full, so completely claimed.

“Shit, you’re tight.” His cock was fully seated. Her heart raced, the initial fear turning into a new dirty desire. She wanted to be fucked, to experience everything they had to offer.

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She was only twenty-two. A virgin. And she was his.

Caleb gritted his teeth as he sank in deep. Her virgin cunt was hot and tight, pure heaven. It had been years since he’d bedded a woman, but Opal was worth the wait. He wanted to go slow, to make her experience gentle and painless. But having the busty beauty under him, her receptive body squirming and throbbing, was putting his control to the test.

Damon trusted him to lead, so he had to keep his head.

“How’s that feel? Do you like my dick inside you, baby?”

“Y-yes,” she stuttered. Her breathing was heavy, her eyes hooded. He had her just where he needed her, on the verge of begging.

He pulled back slowly and eased back in, savoring the feel of her pussy hugging every inch of him. “This is yours now. Whenever you want it,” he said. “There’s no other woman for me now.”

Damon whispered in her ear. “Ours.”

It sounded good to hear such happiness in his brother’s voice. There was already life in their little cabin now that Opal was there. Things were changing for the better. Soon they’d have her ripe with their child. It wouldn’t matter which seed impregnated her because they would all love the baby unconditionally. The rest of society could go fuck itself. All they needed was Opal.

Caleb began to work her, pumping his hips in a smooth rhythm, careful not to push too hard. She was hot and slick, driving him crazy. “Such a perfect little pussy,” he said. He picked up the pace, dropping his head to kiss her on the mouth. From the corner of his eye, he could see Damon fisting his cock, anxious for a turn with Opal.

As much as he’d love to double-team her tonight, he’d save that for another day, but they wouldn’t be able to wait long. There was nothing better than filling a woman completely full of cock.

“More,” she said between kisses.

She’d be the death of him. “I’m trying to go easy for you, sweetheart.”