Page 127 of Ten Mountain Men

“We don’t want to hurt you,” Ash says. “If you want us inside your pussy and your ass, let’s start with our fingers, alright? They’re plenty big enough. Then once you get used to them—”

What he says makes sense. Those cock-sized fingers will stretch me deliciously enough.

“Even so, we’re gonna need lube,” Ranger points out.

I shake my head. “Nope.”

Needing lube will mean we’ll have to wait until someone can go somewhere and get lube.

I bring Ranger’s hand down, arranging it so he’s cupping my mound, taking one of his fingers and dipping it in my dripping heat.

“Plenty of natural lubrication right here. I do not want to wait until you have to go into town to buy—”

Ranger rumbles a laugh. “You’ll only have to wait about five minutes, honey. We have lube in the cabin. The gals we’ve been with in the village require it, just to take us in their pussies.”

Oh. Oh.

“Um, then, Ash, will you go get the damn lube?”

He laughs. “I will go get the damn lube.”

“Can you grab my phone too?” I ask him. “If it’s still working I’d love some mood music.”

Though I really cannot fathom what would be on a playlist for having your butt cherry popped.

While Ash is gone, I undress Ranger in silence and lead him to the blanket.

“Sit,” I tell him.

Eyes full of heat, he does as I tell him. Then I arrange myself on my belly, lower my head over his lap, and take his girth into my hands, wrapping my mouth around his cockhead, nursing on the tip of him. I watch him, watch his face. He leans back, supporting himself with both hands, his head thrown back, a look of pure bliss on his face.

“Don’t make me come,” he rasps, after a minute. “Keep doing just that.”

“You like being edged, huh?” I ask, taking my mouth off him for a minute.

“Get those lips back on me right now,” he says, and the commanding tone of his voice makes my pussy clench.

Before I know it, Ash has returned, and while I still have my face buried in Ranger’s crotch, he kneels behind me.

“I have your phone and the lube,” he says.

I pull away from Ranger to say, “Forget my phone and the music. My heart is singing at the moment.”

God, that’s corny but true.

“If you take that mouth of yours off me again, there are gonna be consequences,” Ranger warns and holy shit, Bossy Ranger is fucking hot.

“Yes, sir,” I say, and lower my mouth onto him again.

“This is gonna be cold,” Ash warns, those big baseball mitt hands parting my buttocks. I jerk as the dollop of lube, indeed cold, splashes against the puckered hole. Then oh my God, I feel Ash’s warm breath on it. And then his hot tongue. Thank God I don’t bite Ranger’s dick, my teeth clacking together out of sheer surprise.

Ash’s beard tickles my ass as he swirls his tongue around the never-been-touched flesh, making me moan onto Ranger’s cock.

He rumbles a laugh. “The lube is strawberry-flavored.”

“My favorite,” Ash says, pulling back and playfully smacking his lips. “Tastes extra good on you.” His fingers trace featherlight circles on my bare skin. Then he promises, “We’ll take care of you, firecracker. You let us know if you experience any pain at all, alright? And if you want to stop at all, just say the word.”

Oh. My. God. This is really happening.

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