Bred by the Bushmen

Her nipples tightened as he turned away, his shirt stretching across his shoulders. Both men were ripped, all hard muscle, and from what they’d both told her, they worked the land by hand all the time.

They lived an amazing life.

Peace, tranquility, freedom.

She didn’t miss the city. Every time she listened, she heard the birds singing, or the sound of the trees rustling in the wind. Back in the city, it was all about cars honking or people shouting. The air was always thick with pollution, and everyone was always pissed off. Her old apartment had thin walls—babies screaming, people having sex, and lots of yelling and cursing. She hated that life, and never wanted to go back to it. But what choice did she have?

Damon and Caleb had both been lucky to get away. The lifestyle they chose was one she’d love to be a part of. It would be a dream come true, one she hadn’t realized she had until staying with the brothers.

“I’m going to get washed up.” She escaped to the bathroom, desperate to get away from the feelings Damon inspired in her. A man like him could destroy her because she knew it wouldn’t take much for her to fall in love. Closing the door softly behind her, she ran some water into the bath. Everything was simplistic and plain, exactly what she’d expect in a small cabin home. It was perfect.

Damon had told her before to make herself at home, and she tried to do so without outstaying her welcome. Stripping off her clothes, she noticed the bruises on her skin, which still hadn’t faded. She sighed. Opal had tried to find herself, and all she’d succeeded in doing was nearly killing herself. Once she sank into the water, the warmth seeped into her bones, relaxing her.

Running a hand down her stomach, she thought of Damon and Caleb. When it came to the brothers, she found it next to impossible to think about one without the other. They were opposites but also one. Her body came alive. Heat flooded her pussy, and her nipples tightened as she imagined both men touching her, loving her. It would feel so good to have their rough hands all over her curves, their lips caressing her flesh.

She hadn’t misheard Damon the other day about what they wanted. He’d been honest with her. They shared their women. Everything in their life, they did together, and even though she tried to fight the fantasies those words conjured up, she couldn’t. Touching her tits, she toyed with her nipples, biting her lip as a moan built up inside her. She didn’t release it, and kept it down, not wanting to be heard. The last thing she wanted was for Damon to know what she was doing.

Would it be such a big problem?

She didn’t know if she wanted to answer her own question.

Her thoughts were all over the place.

Opal slid a hand down her body, touching her pussy, cupping herself. She’d been overly sensitized since first seeing the brothers in the morning. Rubbing the palm of her hand against her clit, the pleasure was instant, and she gasped as it went through her entire body, hardening her nipples. What would it be like to have to men worship her? For them both to want her body.

Damon and Caleb were sexy men, with a no-holds-barred vibe that pulled her in. They were both so different and she liked them together, like two halves of a whole.

Moving her palm up, she slid her fingers across her clit, and closed her eyes, thinking of their lips on her body. She imagined them touching her, placing her on the bed, and each of them kissing her body. They’d suck on her breasts, not one part of her left untouched or unwanted.

That was what she craved more than anything, to be wanted. No one had ever taken the time to get to know her, and just the thought of the brothers wanting her filled her with hope.

She came with a few strokes against her clit, and the orgasm wasn’t exactly thrilling. It never had been. Her orgasms were a release of the pressure, but nothing special. She had a feeling Damon and Caleb had the experience to show her a thing or two about being taken, being fucked. Unfortunately, they could have any woman they wanted, so why would they settle for the ugly duckling?

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Hearing Opal’s lackluster orgasm pissed off Damon. All he wanted to do was take her from the bathroom, spread her on his bed, and eat her pussy so she knew what a real orgasm felt like. Instead, he had to listen to the little moan, and even the finale was pitiful.

This woman hadn’t had a man’s touch, and he wanted to change that, to show her how good it could be with two men. He’d been with a lot of women, so it didn’t take long for him to peg her as a virgin. The thought of claiming her, breeding her, owning her was too much. He’d been pent up since she showed up, but he refused to let it affect his mood. Damon’s only outlet was physical punishment, so he left the cabin before he did something he’d regret.