A Wanton Woman (Mail Order Bride of Slate Springs 1)

With a gentle kiss to my inner thigh, Luke lifted his head. “Like the sweetest candy,” he said, wiping his wet mouth with the back of his hand.

Walker scooped me up and settled me onto his lap, wrapping his arms about me. My nightgown came down over my pussy, but my legs were still exposed. I pushed at it, trying to cover up my thighs, but I gave up. The steady beat of Walker’s heart soothed my ragged emotions, calmed my breathing. His cock, hard and thick, was insistent against my hip, but he made no moves to do anything about it.

Luke stood and moved to the chair across from us, lowered himself down so his legs were stretched out before him. He was breathing raggedly, his cheeks flushed, his eyes narrowed and dark. A glistening hint of wetness still marked his chin and I knew that was from me. I should have been ashamed, but how could I? They’d made me feel so good.

After working one suspender over his shoulder, then the other, he undid the front of his pants. I could only watch as he gripped his cock and pulled it free. Then I couldn’t look away.

“This is why we had to get you ready, sweetheart. To get you all slick and swollen, soft and open.”

Luke’s cock was thick and long with a wide crown at the top. A bulging vein ran down the length of it, the color a ruddy red. But as he slid his fist up the length of it and a bead of clear fluid seeped from the tip, it looked angry and needy. I realized then how much restraint he had. By the heavy press of Walker’s cock, him as well.

My pussy clenched in anticipation, but I was thankful that I was, indeed, wet, for that would not fit without some assistance.

“Are you ready for Luke’s cock, doll?” Walker whispered in my ear. “He’s ready for you. Fuck, I am too, but I want to watch you take my brother for a ride first.”

I rubbed my cheek over the feel of his suit jacket. “Ride?”

“Do you want his cock?” Walker asked.

I nodded against his chest.

Walker lifted me so I stood before him, his hands on my hips to keep me steady. “Then go straddle his thighs.”

Luke watched me approach, his gaze narrowed, his jaw tense and leisurely stroked himself. Fluid continuously dripped from the slit and down over h

is fingers in a blatant sign of his need.

“Take off your nightgown.” Luke’s voice was dark and raw. While it was commanding, he wasn’t trapping me, wasn’t forcing me. It was my decision, my choice to follow his command.

His order sent a shiver through my body and I eagerly complied, lifting my nightgown up and over my head, letting it fall to the floor. I knew both of them could see me then, see how hard my nipples were, see my arousal slick and shiny on my thighs.

I put one knee on the seat cushion right by his hip, then placed a hand on his shoulder for balance as I moved the other.

As I hovered above him, Luke continued to work his cock as he looked at me, at my breasts, which were right at eye level.

“Drop down, sweetheart.”

I lowered myself; his blunt head nudged my pussy and I shifted my hips, letting the wet tip slip over my swollen folds and then settle against my wet entrance.

He kept a hand about his cock as his other went to my hip, guiding me to lower down. Slowly, ever so slowly he parted my folds and worked his way in, stretching and opening me up. My eyes flared wide as he went in. He felt bigger than the previous night, but perhaps it was the position.

I lifted up at the hint of discomfort, took a breath, then lowered again, this time dropping a little lower. I did that, up and down over and over until he filled me to the brim, his hand moving away. There was a slight nip of pain at being too full. My breath came in little pants as I shook my head, knowing I hadn’t taken all of him.

“Luke, I... you’re too big this way.”

He shook his head, looked at me with hooded eyes.

“Shh, I’ve got you.”

His hands on my hips, he tilted me back just a bit and that changed angle had him sliding in all the way. We both cried out at that. I slumped forward and rested my forehead against his, our breaths mingling as I adjusted to being so completely full. My inner walls clenched and pulsed around him, adjusting to his size as he remained still.

They’d been right, I’d needed the preparation, the two orgasms to soften my body before I could accept such a thick and long cock. I couldn’t remain still any longer and I began to lift and lower myself, all the pleasure and need returning in full force. I wanted to come again. The way Luke gripped my hips, he was just getting started.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Walker

My balls ached to fill her. Shit, just watching her ride Luke’s cock—again—had me almost coming in my pants. Hell, it had been torture getting her pussy all slick and soft with my fingers and watching as Luke ate her out. It seemed I was a masochist. While I wanted to sink into her more than anything, I was getting off on seeing her with Luke.