Hitched (Steele Ranch 4)

I heard Wilder’s words, felt his finger slip into me, the first one to the knuckle then more, then two fingers, then three. All the while he stretched me, coated me with more and more lube, King kissed, prodded his hips up and in with the smallest fucking motion ever. His hands cupped my face sweetly, even while they we were doing such dirty things.

“Time for both your men, princess.”

I felt King’s legs part, then Wilder’s hand on my bottom, spreading me open. His cock nudged me there, just as King’s had earlier. But this time my pussy was filled, too.

Wilder pressed carefully until my body gave up all resistance and he popped inside. I groaned against King’s mouth, arched my back. Wilder moved in and out, slow motions until I was able to take more and more of him. Finally, I felt his hips press against my heated bottom.

“Fuck, princess. So good,” Wilder growled. “You have both our dicks. Such a good girl taking your men.”

“So filled,” I moaned.

I couldn’t move, Wilder at my back, King beneath me. Four hands were on me, keeping me exactly where they wanted me. Two dicks to bring me nothing but pleasure.

They began to move then, alternating in and out and it was the most amazing, overwhelming feeling. I’d wanted kink. I’d wanted wild. I’d wanted dirty and naughty.

I got it with these two.

But while it was all of those things, it was also perfect. They were mine and they were proving it to me. They both wanted me, every inch of me and were taking it.

I held nothing back. I couldn’t. I was completely bare, completely exposed. I couldn’t do anything but succumb to what they would give me.

I came on a breathy moan, guttural and deep, full-body encompassing.

I felt King swell within me, buried deep, hold himself still as he called out my name, came. Filled me.

“So tight,” Wilder said, propping himself up on one hand beside us. I felt his entire torso against my back. Every inch of him. “So good. I love you, princess. Mine.”

“Ours,” King added.

“Mine,” I agreed, slumped on King, with nothing left to give. When Wilder came with a roar and filled me up, I knew I was complete. Marked, claimed. Theirs.

I was right where I wanted to be. I might be a Steele heiress. I might make the future Barlow heirs someday, but I was just Sarah. Wilder’s and King’s wife.

And I was content.

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