Wrangled (Steele Ranch 2)

“My turn, Kitten,” Boone said, moving his hands from my breasts to my hips.

With ease that proved he was so very strong, and I was so very small, he had me spun about with easy motions. I leaned down, kissed him, felt every hard inch of his hot body pressing against mine.

The kiss was a wild tangle of our tongues as his hands cupped my bottom, held me against him.

“Straddle me,” he said when he broke the kiss.

I bent my knees, put them on either side of his hips, and he helped me to sit up. His cock was right in front of me, rising straight up. He gripped the base in one hand, stroked it once. Twice. A pearly drop of fluid appeared at the tip.

Jamison knelt on the side of the bed, took my hand and helped me so I was up on my knees.

“That’s it. Now take Boone in. He wants some of that perfect pussy, too.”

I flicked my gaze at Boone who had more restraint, more patience than anyone I met. But I knew he could only last for so long. I lowered myself, shifted my hips until he nudged me, sliding easily over my folds that were coated now in Jamison’s cum. He settled at my entrance.

“Take me deep,” Boone instructed. “It should be nice and easy this time. No pain and all that cum to make it a slippery ride.”

Gravity helped, too. Once the broad crown stretched me open, I lowered onto him in one easy slide. This angle was different. Deeper and I felt him bump the end of me. I leaned forward, placed my hands on his bare shoulders to change the angle, to ease the slight bite of pain.

Boone’s hands went to my hips and Jamison moved away, watched.

“Fuck, yes. I love it that we’re bare. That I’m taking you raw, the only thing between us is Jamison’s cum. Don’t worry, I’ll get mine in you, too. Nice and full.”

I shivered at his dirty words, the promises in them.

“Remember that wild ride we promised? Go for it.”

Boone lifted me, lowered me back down, let me see what it felt like, what I should do, but I quickly got the hang of it. It wasn’t Boone who was fucking me, but the other way around. I was riding him, using his dick for my pleasure. But in this position, I could rub my clit, circle my hips so that I was on the brink of coming in a matter of seconds.

“Wow. Okay, um…am I supposed to come again?” I asked, as if I weren’t supposed to keep enjoying myself.

Boone grinned. “You fucking better.”

I couldn’t help but smile at his threat and took him in earnest. I was panting, my eyes closed, hair long down my back as I got lost in the pleasure. “I’m almost there. I can’t… I need—”

Before I could tell Boone what I needed, he rolled us so he was on top, my head on his pillow as he took over. Taking my ankles, he lifted them to his shoulders. Fucked me hard. He leaned forward so I was almost bent in half. One hand slid over my clit, then moved around to my ass and I tensed, clenched down. Came.

“Oh. My. God!” I cried out. The slightest caress of his finger on my back entrance had somehow pushed me over the edge and I let go. I couldn’t keep quiet, couldn’t do anything but give over to it, to whatever Boone wanted to do to me. I didn’t care what it was. I was too far gone to be embarrassed, concerned or modest.

When I finally caught my breath, I was a sweaty, wilted mess. Boone was still thick and hard in me when he pulled out. I gasped at the emptiness, but he spun me about once again. He hadn’t come and seemed far from done. “Grab the headboard.”

With unsteady hands, I did as he said, then he hooked an arm about my waist. I felt the thick prod of him at my entrance just before he slid back into me again.

“Oh!” I cried.

His hands settled on top of mine, and I felt the soft hairs of his chest tickle my back as he kissed my neck, nipped my ear. “My turn to take you for a wild ride.”

He did just that, fucking me like a stallion does a mare. Hard, deep, flesh slapping flesh. Sweaty skin clinging. Groans and pants filling the room.

I came again at some point, but I was too far gone to do more than whimper, clench his dick.

Boone came…finally, with a shout and a deep thrust, his cock embedded in me so deep I wasn’t sure where he finished off and I began.

Fingers worked mine from the headboard and I was lowered to the soft mattress, Boone’s body pressing into me from behind, his dick still deep inside me. I felt the soft stroke of a hand brushing my hair from my sweaty face.

“Sleep, Kitten. You’re going to need it.”

And so I did. And Boone was right. I did need it because I woke up to Boone fucking me as we lay like two spoons in a drawer before carrying me into the shower so Jamison could soap me all up, drop to his knees and clean my pussy with his mouth. Before dawn, Jamison rolled me onto my back and fucked me slow and deep. After that, I remembered nothing but the hot, slick feel of their cum coating my thighs, the tender burn of being so well-used. The touch of their bodies as they held me.