Page 85 of Ride a Cowboy

Glancing down, she trembled at the sight of Oakley licking her clit, his hand wrapped around his own hard cock, stroking it. The image joined forces with the sensations of Joel’s dick inside her and she fell over the edge, her hands digging into Oakley’s scalp as she jerked roughly.

Neither man halted. There was no reprieve from the onslaught. In fact, as her orgasm started to fade, Joel picked up the pace, using his incredible power to bounce her more rapidly on his cock. Oakley replaced his tongue with his fingers on her clit.

She assumed he’d made the switch because it was too hard to keep his mouth on her, considering the almost brutal pace Joel was setting.

She was wrong.

Everything stopped when she felt it. Oakley’s tongue had drifted lower, licking along her opening, around Joel’s cock.

Joel froze, no longer moving her body according to his pleasure, or hers.

For several captivating moments, she and Joel gasped for air as Oakley explored their union with his tongue. Sadie’s head rolled backward as Oakley rubbed her clit with his finger, using that super-sensitive nub against her. Part of her waited for Joel to call a halt. Oakley was caressing Joel as much as he was her.

Joel didn’t move. Didn’t make a sound. Sadie was afraid to turn and look, terrified of breaking the spell.

Then Joel did make a noise—a deep-throated growl that was equal parts hunger and pain. Sadie looked down. Oakley had Joel’s balls in his other hand. She marveled at his ability to render both of them mindless. Oakley rubbed her clit and squeezed Joel’s balls while working his tongue around Joel’s cock and her opening with total ease.

Sadie’s pussy clenched once more. “I can’t, I need…” She needed to come again.

Oakley lifted his face, smiled at her, then bent his head and bit her clit. Sadie shattered. And her undoing was also Joel’s.

He moved then, twisting quickly, tossing her facedown on his bed. The quick movement sent Oakley backwards, landing on his ass on the floor. That was all Sadie had seen before she landed on her stomach on the soft comforter. Joel gripped one of her ass cheeks in his grip as she listened to him pump his cock quickly with the other.

“Look at me, Sadie.”

She lifted up onto her elbows, watching him over her shoulder. His dick was slick with her juices and he was jacking off fast and furious. The second her gaze met his, it was over. He grunted, jets of come landing on her back and her ass as he continued to stroke, to push out every last drop.

He fell to his back next to her on the bed, but he didn’t close his eyes and he didn’t look at her, his gaze focused solely on the ceiling.

Sadie started briefly when she felt Oakley’s hand on her shoulder. He’d found a towel somewhere and was gently cleaning her off. The soft ministrations almost lured her to sleep. Until she felt Oakley’s soft touch on her thigh and heard him call her name. Then she rolled over, opened her legs and lifted her arms, beckoned him to her. Oakley came over her without hesitation. He touched her pussy, found her wet, and guided his cock inside.

Something had been jarred loose, had changed the complexion of the game. Sadie had sensed the underlying sexual currents coursing between Oakley and Joel since the very first night. Now, it had all been laid bare and it was apparent Oakley felt the same fear as she. They fucked as if it was their last night on earth. Oakley pounded inside her deeply, roughly. She welcomed it, clawed his back, demanded more.

This couldn’t be it. It couldn’t be the end. She wouldn’t allow it. Like Oakley, she felt reckless, wild, panic-stricken. She was losing control and she hated it.

She had no idea how long she and Oakley would have continued, would have torn into each other, but it was Joel who ended it.

He gripped Oakley’s shoulder and held tightly. “Slow down, bro. You’re going to hurt her.”

Joel was right. But not in the way he meant. Oakley would hurt her. Not physically, but emotionally. She’d let them in. And now these men—both of them—had the ability to hurt her.

“I’m sorry, Sadie,” Oakley said, trembling above her. He rested his forehead against hers. “God. I’m so sorry.”

She shook her head. Refusing his words and her realization. If she didn’t think about it, it wasn’t there. She’d employed that philosophy for years and it had never steered her wrong. If she didn’t want to feel something, she simply put it away and didn’t feel it.

Instead, she concentrated on Joel’s hand, the way it still gripped Oakley’s shoulder. They were all caught in the silence.

Then Sadie understood. Joel felt the same fear she and Oakley did. None of them wanted this to end.

“I don’t want to stop,” she said at last, her voice sounding like a scream in the far-too-quiet room. For a moment, she feared they would misunderstand and think she was referring only to right now.

Oakley didn’t move, but he did smile. It was a tentative one, but it gave her hope. “I don’t want to either.”

Joel’s hand fell away, but he didn’t leave the bed, didn’t seek to move away from them. His eyes were dark but his face shuttered, unreadable. “Then we won’t stop.” His voice was expressionless. He might have agreed to continue, but Sadie knew there was a day of reckoning coming soon. For all of them.

Oakley dropped to his elbows and kissed her gently. Then he started to move. Unlike before, his thrusts were soft, slow. Wonderful.

Sadie had no idea she could find completion in something other than hardcore, knock-your-shoes-off fucking. Oakley and Joel kept proving all her previous misconceptions wrong.

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