Hitched (Steele Ranch 4)

I shook my head again. “You won’t. You’re big, god, you’re so big, and I’ll be sore, but it doesn’t hurt. Not like it could the first time. Please.”

King glanced at Wilder, who nodded.

“All right, princess. No holding back.”

But instead of fucking me hard, he pulled out all the way. I gasped at the slide, then the emptiness.

His hands went to the backs of my thighs as he sat back, lowered his head and put his mouth on me, his tongue going right for my clit. After having him inside, this was really intense, pushing me back into full arousal.

I was thrashing—as much as I could—and crying out his name before he let up.

“That’s better,” he said, coming back over me. “Now we fuck.”

He lined himself up and plunged into me.

I screamed and came, so full and his pelvis pressed against my so-sensitive clit. But he didn’t let me ride through it. His hand slid down my leg to my ankle and he lifted it up to his shoulder, changing the angle. In and out he moved, his hips like a piston. Hard, so hard that our bodies slapped together.

The orgasm had me in a steely grasp, never ending, swamping me with feelings. I wasn’t sure if his cock was magical or if being penetrated and fucked just felt this good all the time, but it was too much.

“I can’t…too much,” I breathed. Sweat slicked my skin and his grip on my ankle was tight.

He didn’t stop.

/> “We’re just getting started, princess,” he said, his voice a growl.

“Just—”

I couldn’t think, couldn’t process as he brought my other leg up, both up by his shoulders. He slowed down now, the angle making him go so deep that he bumped the end of me.

A mouth settled on my nipple. Glancing down, I saw Wilder’s dark head. “Again,” he breathed against my heated skin.

I closed my eyes, the sight of them too much.

“That’s right, princess. You’ll come again, but not until I say. And you’ll come with me, milking my dick and taking all my cum nice and deep.”

My head thrashed back and forth when a finger circled my clit. “I’m going to come!” I cried.

“No.” The one word from King had me whimpering. “Come and I’ll spank your ass.”

It was too much, they were too much. I was going to come. It was like a pleasure freight train, no stopping it. My back arched, my arms tugged at the restraints. I wanted to touch them, to pull Wilder closer, to push him away. I couldn’t control anything.

“Shit, princess, you creamed all over my dick. You want to be spanked.”

“No, I need—”

“We know what you need,” Wilder breathed, circling faster on my clit.

King plunged deep held still. “Now. Come now.”

I did. There was no scream this time, only white-hot feeling. King groaned, his wrists almost painfully tight on my ankles. He held himself still, so deep in me. I could actually feel the heat of his cum as it pulsed into me. Filled me, overflowed around his cock and slipped down to my ass.

I could barely catch my breath as I felt the bed shift, the belt about my wrist loosen. One, then the other, until I was freed. Wilder’s hands kneaded my arms, my shoulders. I knew it was him because King hadn’t moved, his cock still deep inside me.

He lowered my legs to either side of his hips, all but collapsed on me so his head was on my shoulder, his breathing ragged. I brought my free hand down, stroked his hair. I couldn’t help the smile spreading on my face, even as I kept my eyes closed.

So perfect.

Carefully, he pushed off me, settled back on his heels. Wilder helped me up, held me in his arms, my legs still wide around King’s hips.