Lassoed (Steele Ranch 5)
Sam was almost feral, his cock even bigger than before, pre-cum slipping down the length in one slow stream. He was on the edge and I didn’t want to tease him any further. Teasing him meant teasing me because I wanted that big, needy dick in me. Now.
And so I bent my knees, spread my legs wide, then reached down and pulled my thong to the side so they could see me.
“If you like that little scrap of lace, take it off, or in five seconds it’ll be in shreds on the floor.”
“I work for a lingerie company. I’ve got drawers full of pretty things.”
Sam just growled in response. While the idea of him ripping my panties off was, in itself, hot, I did like this set and so I lifted my hips, pushed them down and with my toes, flung them onto the floor. Forgotten.
Like Ashe had been, I was on edge, and they’d barely touched me. If either of them put their mouth on my clit, I’d come. To move things along—since Sam said he wanted to make sure I was ready before he fucked me and I really wanted that big, glorious dick filling me up—I slid my hand down my belly and over my pussy, coating my fingers. I held them up, showed them how ready I was.
Sam moved quickly, grabbing my wrist and lifting my fingers to his mouth, licked them clean.
“A dirty girl, aren’t you?” he asked, when done.
“A ready girl. Fuck me, Sam. Bare. Be my first.”
He growled, then moved on top of me, nudging my legs wide so he could settle between them. His cock slid over me, getting coated in my wetness before notching into place.
His eyes met mine. Held.
“I meant what I said, Natalie. This is love. This is everything.”
He pushed in, one big, thick inch at a time until his hips met mine, his balls bumping my ass. I clenched and squeezed to accommodate him and I pushed up to take him deeper.
“Yes,” I breathed.
He paused for just a second, then his control snapped.
He fucked me with ruthless abandon, deep and hard, the slick sound of it filling the room along with our ragged breathing.
I hadn’t known my eyes had fallen closed until my nipple was pinched. Ashe grinned as he played with one, then the other after pushing the bra cups down, all the while Sam fucked me. Neither stopped, neither let up until I came, then came again.
While Ashe had been the one to come, Sam had the stamina to make me whimper and all but beg for him to come, too. I wanted to share how good it was between us.
And when he finally did, our skin was slick, my body was lax and my mind fuzzy with too much pleasure. He stiffened, held himself still as he groaned. Harsh lines of painful pleasure slashed his face. I could feel the heat of his cum as he filled me with it, as it slipped out around him to slide down to the mattress.
It was too much, too good.
But we weren’t done. For Sam pulled out and sat back on his heels, watched his cum slip from me. Ashe reached behind my back and deftly unhooked my bra. I helped him take it off and he tossed it over his shoulder.
“My turn. You rode my lap in Boston. It’s time I take you for a ride,” Ashe said. “And see how much you like ass play.”
Sam moved out of the way as Ashe flipped me onto my stomach, pulled me back and up so I was on my knees, my head resting on the bed. “This is the first time I’ve ever gone without a condom. I can’t wait to mark you, nice and deep. Ready, sweetheart?”
I nodded and I moaned as he slid deep. “Fuck.”
I groaned, the new position having Ashe slide over completely new, very sensitive places.
“Here,” Sam said, but I didn’t know what he was talking about. But when I heard a lid pop open and felt the cool dribble of liquid on my back entrance, I knew what Ashe’s plans were.
He kept up the slow and consistent pace of his hips, fucking me in a cadence that had me getting closer and closer to coming. But when I felt a finger brush over me there, all slick with the lube, I gasped, clawed at the bedding.
God, the feeling was electric. Intense. Combined with him deep in my pussy…
“Like that?”
“Yes,” I breathed, closed my eyes and just felt.