Page 94 of Barbed Wire Hearts

Levi immediately moves over to clean himself in the small bucket inside the stall, twitching with the touch.

“Wiley,” Dakota says.

As if knowing what he’s asking, he immediately pulls out and lowers the chain, unhooking me, but leaving my arms tied. My legs immediately give out, but he catches me before moving me onto my knees. My body still pulses with release as Levi comes back over, his cock still hard and ready. My eyes widen as I take them all in, as they all step forward, their cocks in their hands.

Dakota grips my chin and forces me to pop open my mouth. The moment I do, he forces his cock so deep in my throat, I gag, my hangs going to his thigh to try and push him away, but he holds my head to his pelvis and groans as I gag around him. My eyes water as he pulls out and lets me take in air before he turns my head and forces my lips on Wiley’s cock. I taste myself there, my release, as he presses deep and moans. I get to bob twice before Levi grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me away to thread his own cock down my throat. They pass me between them, fucking my throat, gagging me, moaning as they take turns. Sometimes, they press their cocks together and feed me both. Sometimes Dakota shoves his cock so deep and holds me there for so long, my lungs start to burn.

“I can’t hold on,” Wiley groans as he strokes inside my mouth.

He pulls out his cock as it starts to jump, leaving only the tip in as his warmth spills on my tongue, so much it begins to drip from the corner of my lips.

“Fuck, yes,” Levi snarls, immediately grabbing me and picking me up. He lays me out on the work table on my back. It’s small so my hips hang off one side while my head hangs off the other. He grabs my face and kisses me roughly, no doubt tasting Wiley’s release but not caring. “I’m going to fuck your sweet cunt,” he growls as he shoves me back down on the table. “And Dakota is gonna keep fucking that sweet throat.”

He slams inside me, and I cry out, but my cry is cut off when Dakota immediately takes advantage and slams his cock into my throat, making my body convulse beneath them as they start to fuck me senseless. I shatter, exploding around them, but they don’t let up. When Wiley comes back with his cock hard again and puts my hand on it, I’m not really coherent enough to do much more than let him stroke himself in and out. When I’m flipped, I barely follow as Levi pulls me down to the hay, pulling me on top of him so he can keep fucking up into my pussy. It’s Dakota this time who shoves me down on top of him and lines himself with my ass. His cock is wider than Levi’s so when he presses inside, there’s a little bite more pain. Only once he’s inside does he grab a handful of my hair and jerk me back up to Wiley’s waiting cock. I pop my lips open on my own as Wiley presses inside, fucking my mouth again while Levi and Dakota brutally fuck me. I’m so full, so completely filled, that I relax into them, moaning out their names.

Dakota’s hand forces my head up and down on Wiley, all while he fucks my ass so hard, I cry out with every thrust.

“I can feel him inside you,” Dakota groans in my ear. “There’s only a thin layer of skin between us.” He strokes his hand down my spine. “Do you like that, Kate?”

I can’t nod, let alone answer, but I moan as much as I can to let him know I like it. I love all of it. I love all of them.

“When you finish, after we’ve all filled you up, I’m gonna put my mouth on your clit and suck, Kate. I’m gonna taste us all in you. Wiley.”

Wiley pulls from my mouth and Dakota disappears from my ass for a moment. I hear the sink come on again as he cleans himself before he comes back. This time, he starts to press inside my pussy with Levi, stretching me there until I’m crying out. My hands are still tied, still held together, but I dig my nails into Levi’s chest in pleasure until he groans with it. When Wiley comes over and straddles my back before dropping down, his cock lining up with my ass, I lose myself.

All conscious thought disappears as the three of them stretch me wide at the same time.

“That’s our girl,” Dakota groans. “You take us all so well.”

I shatter, my body convulsing as they fuck me, slower now from necessity, but all pressing inside. My eyes roll back in my head as I’m pressed down onto Levi and he takes the opportunity to kiss me. His kiss is brutal, rough, and completely consuming. I don’t know how much time passes. I don’t even know where we are any longer. My words turn into a long, string of gibberish and moans and they fuck me so thoroughly, I know I’ll never forget them, no matter what happens. They burn themselves into my soul, mark me, wrap their barbed wire around my own heart and brand me with their names.

Until we’re a tangle of limbs.

Until I don’t know where I end and they begin.

Until I shatter for a final time and take each of them with me.

They fill me with their warmth, moaning as their collective releases begins to drip down around them, too much, so much.

I’m not even conscious of them pulling out of me as I collapse on top of Levi, spent, so exhausted, I don’t think I could walk if I wanted to. I’m barely conscious as someone carries me back to the house, covered in a shirt that isn’t my own.

I only know it’s Dakota because he tucks me into bed and kisses me on the forehead gently, before whispering, “I love you, cowgirl.”

And then he climbs in with me and tucks me against his body, his warmth surrounding me.

I’ve never felt so safe as I do in his arms.

ChapterFifty-Six

DAKOTA

“What do you think you’re doin’?” I growl, staring at the man who contributed to my birth. That’s about the only thing he’d been good for. It sure isn’t for running this goddamned ranch. “Have you seen the stack of letters from the bank? If you don’t get your shit together, we’re gonna lose this place.”

My pa has always been an asshole. He likes the finer things in life as the gaudy artwork and expensive liquor in this house can attest to. The problem is he don’t know when to quit and now the bank is threatening foreclosure.

He sits in his office chair, an ugly cowhide thing that belongs in some tycoon’s office rather than Pa’s. He barely even uses this room. The bastard is more apt to be found drunk off his ass down in the dining room than ever sitting in his office. It’s weird he does it now.

“Did you hear me?” I snarl, holding up the stack of letters. “The bank’s threatening to take the ranch, Pa! What the fuck have you been doin’?”

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