Page 23 of Cowboy Triplets Next Door

“You talk a big game, Bumble B, but not just any dick will do, will it? You want Hellstone dick, don’t you?” I gripped her hair and tugged until she lifted her eyes to mine. “You saved yourself for two and a half decades. You waited and waited. There’s something about us that you need, though, isn’t there? It had to be us.”

She raked her teeth over me, causing a jolt of electricity to shoot into my balls. She didn’t know I could handle a little pain. When she realized her teeth wouldn’t scare me off, she did it again and moaned when my eyes fluttered.

“You’re so close to getting exactly what you want, B.” I pulled her up by her hair and picked her up so her dripping pussy cradled my painfully hard erection. I crawled up the bed with her clinging to me and settled over her with my weight pinning her hips to the bed. “Reach down and rub your clit.”

Her cheeks flushed like she hadn’t just had my cock in her throat, but she did as I said. Her tiny hand bumped into my dick and her breath caught. “Owen…”

I sat back on my haunches and watched her. Her nails were painted a light blue and a wave of anger washed over me at the idea of her painting her nails for someone else. But there she was, circling her clit for me as she stared up at me with so much fucking trust in her eyes that it killed me.

“I’m going to go slow. It’s going to hurt, Bumble B. Understand? Just keep teasing that sweet clit for me.”

She licked her lips and spread her legs wider for me. “Do it, Owen.”

I gripped my dick and ran it up and down her wet slit a few times, torturing myself. What Gray had done didn’t count. I was going to be the first man to ever fuck her. I was going to be the first to come inside her and make her scream my name. She was mine.

Pressing the head against her tiny core, I watched her face. As the tip wedged inside of her, she pressed her head back into the bed and panted. The next few inches had her back arching off the bed and her teeth clamped down on her lip. I reminded myself it was what she wanted as I fed another couple of inches inside. I ignored how fucking amazing she felt around me as I studied her to make sure I wasn’t hurting her.

She lifted her head and looked down at where my thick cock was spreading her lips open and I watched as her eyes rolled back in her head and she came hard. I grunted as her walls squeezed down on me but seeing her body writhe under mine and knowing it was because of my dick made the slight pain worth it.

I started to pull out so I could fuck her with just part of my length but she reached around and grabbed my ass with a wild look in her eyes. Before I could brace myself, she yanked me down and drove the rest of me as deep in her as I could go. I felt my tip bump her cervix and froze. Ripples of pleasure. That was her pussy. Her tight walls flexed over my cock nonstop, making it feel like I was fucking a wet, tight wave.

I sucked in a breath and gripped her face as I tried to focus on her pain and not my pleasure. “You want to be hurt? What the fuck, B?”

She let out a breathy laugh and pressed her face into my hand. “I’m not made of glass.”

She stared up at me with a challenge in her eyes which made me even harder. She ran her nails down my chest and then wrapped her tiny hand across my throat. I could see her brain working through what she wanted to do to me until I shifted my hips and her jaw went slack.

I pulled out with a growl as her body sucked at me to keep me in and when I sank back home, she came with a scream unlike any I’d ever heard. The next thrust turned her into a wildcat. She wrapped her arms around my neck and sank her teeth into my shoulder. She rocked her body under mine, demanding more. When I gave her more, she yanked my hair and cried out my name like a prayer. Her walls never stopped sucking at me, dragging me back inside. It was pure heaven.

I ran my hand over her breast and pinched her nipple before moving lower to grip her ass and squeeze while thrusting harder. There was something wild in her eyes, something demanding more, until I brought my hand up to her neck and wrapped my fingers around her neck. I held her without pressure and fucked her harder.

Her headboard slammed into the wall behind it and the sound of our skin slapping together filled the room. I couldn’t stop, couldn’t begin to process a time when I wasn’t balls deep inside her. She wrapped herself around me and then surprised me by grabbing my head and pulling my mouth down to hers.

I hadn’t kissed her. I hadn’t touched her sweet lips and dipped my tongue into her mouth that tasted like whiskey and sugar. Not until that moment, and any chance I had at walking away went up in smoke. With my hand around her throat, my tongue in her mouth, and my cock fucking her harder than I should’ve, I was lost. She screamed into my mouth as her pussy clamped down on my shaft and I growled into hers as I buried myself so deep that when I came, I came directly against her cervix.

B shook and shuddered under me as she came so hard she stopped breathing. Her body was stiff until the orgasm crested and she sucked in a giant breath of air and went limp under me.

I’d never come so hard in my life. I barely managed to roll us over so I didn’t crush her. My mind was silent and my body thrummed with pleasure. It was the closest thing I’d ever felt to complete bliss.

B settled on my chest and her breathing evened out in a matter of a minute, if that. She passed out on my chest with my dick still buried inside her. There was a smile on her face that made my chest flutter faster and she’d somehow wrapped her arms around me with her hands tucked under my back. I told myself to get up. I needed to go back to my own room.

Instead, I decided I’d rest and enjoy the moment a while before getting up and leaving. When my eyes drifted shut peacefully for the first time in days, I stopped caring about leaving completely.

CHAPTER 20

Billie

I woke up and stretched, feeling a bit like I’d been hit by a truck. My body was sore but I felt good, like I’d gotten the best sleep of my life. It was a sound at the other side of my room that jerked me out of my peace and reminded me why I felt so good. And sore.

Owen stood on the other side of my room, his pants halfway up his legs. He wore a look on his face that instantly made my stomach sink. He’d been sneaking out.

I sat up and stared at him, finding the sight of him in my room almost comical. I’d chosen one of the smaller rooms in the carriage house and he seemed extra-large in the space. I’d also never bothered changing my bedding from when I’d lived with my parents growing up. Owen, standing next to my pale pink bed, looked ridiculous. Never mind the stuffed animal that sat on my dresser.

He averted his eyes from my bare chest and cleared this throat. “B…”

Turtle jumped up on the bed and I barely covered myself before he started his morning licking ritual. I scratched behind his ears and pressed a kiss to his nose. “Need to potty?”

Owen tried again. “Bumble B, this was…”

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