Page 42 of Barbed Wire Hearts

He looks down at me with hooded eyes. “I’m not done, princess.”

“You’re not?” I blink, glancing down at where he’s still very much hard. I don’t think I’ve ever encountered a man who was able to finish more than once.

“Up,” he commands, tugging on my hair until I’m forced to stand. Only once I’m on my feet does he release his hold on my hair. When he reaches for the button of my jeans, I watch him carefully.

“I won’t be able to get them off,” I warn.

“I don’t need them off,” he growls before wrenching open the zipper and shoving my jeans down my hips. It’s like peeling a second skin off with how tight and wet they are. But he shoves them down to around my knees with brute force, jerking me around as he does so. Then he comes back up and turns me. He jerks my shirt off my shoulders before unsnapping my bra and tossing it behind him.

The rain still pours outside, soaking the ground, flooding it. I wonder if we’ll even be able to get the truck out of here briefly, but I forget all about that when he plasters his chest to my back and cups my breasts from behind.

“I wanna taste you,” he groans. “But these damn jeans.”

I chuckle. “You really know how to make a lady feel special.”

“I’m not here to make you feel special,” he growls. “I’m here to fuck your pussy until you can hardly stand, until I mark my territory like you’re a bitch in heat.”

I gasp as he shoves me down, down, down until I’m bracing my hands and knees on the hay beneath us. “Hey!” I growl, annoyed with his handling, but then his large hand wraps around the back of my skull and shoves me face down into the hay, telling me essentially to shut up. I wanna be mad, but to be perfectly honest, I’m eating this shit up.

I hear him move around behind me and then he’s pressing me forward. I prepare myself for something rough. Instead, his large hands grab my ass cheeks and spread them wide. My knees are trapped together by my jeans so I can’t spread them. My hands clench handfuls of hay beneath me as he slides his fingers along my seam.

“Look how wet you are for this,” he growls. “I think you like being fucked like this.”

“I never said I didn’t,” I pant.

When I hear him licking his finger, I look over my shoulder at him, my pussy clenching at the sight of him tasting me. When he catches me looking, his gaze turns poisonous. He reaches down and shoves at my lower back, forcing my chest against the hay, forcing a painful arch in my back.

“You think you can handle all three of us?” he growls, the head of his cock swiping through the moisture between my thighs. “If you can’t handle me, you ain’t got no business here.”

“I can handle you,” I grunt as he continues to tease my entrance.

“Let’s see,” he growls before shoving his cock inside me.

I cry out as he stretches me, as pinch points of pain make my pussy spasm, but I’m wet enough that the only resistance comes from his rough shoving. He works inside me until he’s fully seated, until his hips are against my ass, and he moans. His hands come down around my ribs and he leans his full weight on me, using it to keep me so brutally arched. He’s a heavy motherfucker, so I gasp, but what comes in pain is made up in pleasure as he starts to work his hips. He pulls out and slams back into me, my ass shaking with the force of his thrust. There’s no staying quiet. My cry comes from my lips, echoing around us despite the sounds of the heavy rain hitting the tin roof above us. He pulls out and again brutally slams inside me, his height compared to mine giving him the perfect leverage around me.

“You feel so good stretched around me,” he snarls. “It shouldn’t feel so good.”

I can’t answer because he starts to really fuck me, almost out of anger, his hips slapping against mine as he powers inside me. His cock stretches me wide, his balls slap against my clit, and my legs start to shake almost right away. When I shatter, convulsing beneath him and screaming my release, he doesn’t even slow despite the way my pussy clenches around him.

“You’re my little bitch, aren’t you?” he snarls. “The Steele Mountain Whore. Taking all our cocks whenever we want.”

That shouldn’t be hot. I should be offended. Instead, all I do is hiss, “yes,” as he fucks me ruthlessly. I shudder beneath him as he fucks me, my legs shaking, wave after wave of pleasure filling me.

“Say it,” he growls. “Tell me you’re our Steele Mountain Whore.”

I can barely speak, but still, I manage to turn my head to the side and grunt out the words. “I’m your Steele Mountain Whore.”

“We’re gonna take our turns with you,” he grunts. “I’m gonna fuck you like this while one of the others fucks your throat.” He reaches up and circles my asshole, pressing against it, pressing inside. “I wonder which of us will get this tight hole first. You better hope it’s not me,” he warns. “I’m half tempted to fuck it now.”

Fear flickers inside me. He’s too big and the way he’s currently fucking me, I know he won’t be gentle. When his dark chuckle reaches my ears, my body tenses.

“There’s the fear,” he groans. “But I’m not that much of an asshole.”

He releases his hold on my ribs and grabs a fistful of hair again. He jerks me up off my hands, my back aching with the movement as he presses my back against his chest. When he lets go of my hair to wrap his hand around my throat, I gasp. His hand is large enough that it covers it completely. He could strangle me right now and I wouldn’t even care. I’d probably ask for more.

Levi’s hand moves up and covers my jaw, forcing my mouth open. Once it pops open, he hooks his fingers into my jaw to keep it that way, until my cries echo around us once more. His other hand grabs at my tits roughly, too hard, and he never stops fucking me at his brisk and hard pace. My hair has fallen mostly out of my hair tie, and my hat is lying somewhere in the hay.

“I’m going to cover these tits with my come,” he hisses in my ear. “And then you’re gonna wear it back to the house for everyone else to see.”

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