Opal shook her head, thrusting her body up, trying to claim more of him. She was ripe and wanton, and he had no plans of letting her suffer. Caleb pushed up on his arms and got to his knees, tugged her up under the thighs. With his cock deep inside, her body arched up and on display, he got a good grip of her hips and gave her what she wanted.
He watched his erection pull out and disappear over and over, glistening from Opal’s natural juices. Damon collected her arms above her head, holding her wrists in place with one hand. His brother engorged himself on her tits, moving up to her neck, loving every inch of her.
As Caleb fucked her, he circled her clit with his thumb, eager to feel her milk his cock.
“Caleb, I can’
t take any more.”
“Let it all go. Don’t hold back,” he said. She was new to sex, and they had a lot more to show her. Opal needed to learn how to embrace her sexuality, to give in to the pleasure rather than fight it.
Damon pinched her nipples, and within seconds, she called out, making the sexiest moans he’d ever heard. Her pussy clamped down hard, squeezing him mercilessly. Only once he’d emptied every last seed inside her did he pull out and move over for his brother.
They swapped places, and Opal was in such a post-orgasmic daze she didn’t even seem to notice.
“Can you handle yourself?” asked Caleb.
“I’m good. So is she by the looks of it.”
Opal twisted on the bed, her eyes closed, and her beautiful tits thrust up as she reached down to touch herself. “Ah, ah, ah. That’s mine,” said Damon.
He dropped down over her, supporting all his weight on his forearms. With one positioning thrust, he was fully inside her. She gasped and then squealed, wrapping her arms around Damon’s shoulders. “Oh God, Damon…”
“Fuck, you feel like heaven.”
Caleb crashed down beside them, watching his brother pound her lush body. The springs protested and the headboard pounded against the wooden planks. She was perfect for them. Their woman, their sex toy, the mother of their children.
****
Damon had been waiting for this moment. He’d had countless women in the past, but they’d meant nothing. What he needed and wanted was a woman to love, not just fuck. Opal was that woman.
Her pussy was nice and tight, Caleb’s semen leaking out as he pistoned in and out of her cunt. He trusted his older brother to prime her right, and Caleb hadn’t disappointed. Opal was eager for his cock, nipping and sucking his shoulder, prodding him with her heels. Both he and Caleb were well hung, and their little wild cat took both of them with no problem.
“I’m going to come again,” she whispered next to his ear.
“I could keep going all night long,” he said. It was the truth. His body was at its prime, and after what felt like a lifetime alone with Caleb, he appreciated having a woman in his life. “But you go ahead and let go, baby. Come all over my cock.”
“Damon…”
Her body stiffened, then she exploded. She convulsed, her pussy squeezing him. Her feminine panting was music to his ears. He combed his hand into her long, dark hair as his own orgasm barreled to the surface. Damon tugged her head back, wanted to see her face as he flooded her with his release.
“Fuck.” The power of his orgasm surprised him. He was thirty-eight, not eighteen, but sex had never been like this.
She was such a beauty, her big green eyes glazed over, her pink lips swollen.
He knew all about lust.
Damon was in love.
****
The next morning, Damon woke up to unusual sounds. Living this deep in the wilderness for so many years made him sensitive to noises that were out of place. There was a trespasser.
He looked down on the floor. Bear was still asleep, but he was getting old, not as alert as he was years ago. At least the old dog had brought Opal to them. Caleb and Opal were still asleep on the bed, a comfortable warmth enveloping them. Damon reluctantly snuck out of the quilt, his feet hitting the cold wooden floor. He’d have to toss some logs into the fireplace to get the house warmed up before Opal woke up.
Damon already loved his new life. They’d make breakfast, learn more about their woman, and teach her about life in the wilderness. It was the lifestyle they learned from their parents, and nothing was more peaceful or rewarding.
He grabbed some socks and tugged on his jeans and flannel. Before leaving the house, he had a padded jacket, toque, and his rifle. The morning air was bitterly cold, a spray of snow falling down from the roof as he stepped on the porch. For a moment, he savored the silence and sight of the fresh snow on the evergreens. Then he heard the noise again.