Bred by the Bushmen

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Damon was already addicted to the taste of Opal, and also to how responsive she was. She was a dream come true. Just being near her and seeing the arousal building—he was a sucker in her hands. He wanted her, all the time. From the moment he saw her, looking so lost and hurt, he’d known he was never going to be able to let go. Caleb had proven difficult but even he was falling under her spell.

He watched as she sucked on Caleb’s cock. Her lips looking so pretty as she worked it. His own dick pulsed with a fresh wave of need, and he wanted her lips on his. For a virgin, she was willing and quick to learn.

“Let’s take this to the floor,” Caleb said.

Moving the coffee table out of the way, they all removed their clothes, and the moment they did, Damon moved between her legs. Sliding his cock along her outer folds, he bumped her clit, watching her come apart with each move.

She moaned, thrusting her hips up to meet him, and he couldn’t wait for a single second more to feel her cunt wrapped around him.

With the tip at her entrance, he pushed inside her.

Damon gripped her hips, slamming all the way to the hilt, loving every ripple as her pussy tightened around him. Opal wrapped her fingers around Caleb’s cock, taking him back into her mouth, and it felt so fucking right to be sharing her.

Running his hand up her body, he cupped her tit, pinching her nipple. He watched her response, getting acquainted with what she loved, and what seemed to drive her arousal higher. He wanted to spoil her with pleasure, and to show her what she could get by being loved by both of them.

Some women may not be able to handle two men, but Opal needed the two of them. She’d been alone for too long, and he hoped that it would help their cause to show her attention, to prove to her that this could be their happy ending.

Once she grew accustomed to his length within her, he paused, loving every second.

“How does she feel?” Caleb asked.

“So hot and tight. Her pussy was designed to be ours, Caleb.” He pulled out of her, only to slam back inside. “How’s her mouth?”

“Heaven.” Caleb stroked her hair back from her face, and he saw the love his brother had for her. She wasn’t a quick fuck. She was everything. The future.

It hadn’t taken neither of them long, but these feelings were rare, and he wanted her desperately. He wanted this to work so damn much. The thought of being alone again was unbearable.

Driving inside her, he watched her suck Caleb’s cock, and her tits bounced with each thrust. Holding himself inside her, he stroked his fingers along her slit, teasing her clit.

She’d been so close that he knew with only a few strokes she’d come apart, and she rewarded him. She thrust up to meet him at the same time as sucking Caleb deeper into her throat.

Watching her lose control was almost as good as feeling her cunt squeeze him like a fucking vise.

Everything was so fucking perfect.

Riding her hard, he filled her to the brim. As his release stirred, he didn’t pull out. Filling her pussy with his cum, he closed his eyes, hoping that one of them got her pregnant soon so they could be a family.

He heard Caleb moan his arousal, and once they all reached their peak, the scent of sex filled the air. He didn’t pull out of her straight away, and instead, moved beside her. Caleb moved to her other side, and Damon pushed some of her hair out of her face.

“A girl could get used to this,” she said.

“I was hoping you’d say something like that,” Damon said. He saw that there was still doubt in her eyes about their proposal. She must have been hurt so badly that no matter what either of them said, she still didn’t completely believe them.

Caleb cupped her cheek, and turned her head toward him. His thumb caressing over her bottom lip. “Will you trust us?”

“I do trust you. I trust both of you.” She looked at both of them, biting her lip. He loved it when she did that. Caleb tugged her lip out from between her teeth.

“Don’t hurt yourself.”

“Is someone on your property a bad thing?”

The change of conversation surprised both of them, but he didn’t mind. She was uncomfortable with talking about her feelings. He’d noticed every single time they talked about it, she tried to find something else to say or at least change the topic.

“It’s fine, and you don’t have to worry about it,” Caleb said, taking the lead.

It wasn’t good. Damon had a bad feeling, and now that he thought about it, the look in those drifters’ eyes haunted him.