Page 60 of Claimed By the Cowboys

Ha. Take that, Tate.

“Piper. That was bad.” Tate snaps his hips. I gasp, and Brent pushes in a little more.

“She’s taking us, Tate. She’s being a good girl, she just wanted more of you,” Brent growls.

He’s right. I did.

When Tate is fully seated, there’s a moment where we pause. I’m trapped between them, but I’ve never felt so free in my life.

“Piper. I need to move now,” Tate whispers.

I look up at Brent, and he nods.

“She wants you to,” he says.

Tate starts to thrust. The motion moves me forward on Brent’s cock, and I lean into the rhythm that Tate is setting. We get adjusted to the pace, then Tate slowly starts to pick it up, until I can hear the slap of his skin on mine.

Brent growls. “Piper. I’m going to come, but I don’t want to come in your mouth.”

I’m about to ask why when Tate loops an arm under my waist, pulling me up. Brent leaves my mouth with a popping sound, and I moan.

“Are you ready to come for me, Piper?” Tate asks.

My mouth opens, then closes.

He’s slamming into me now. Brent moves closer, fisting his cock hard. He’s practically white-knuckled as he grips himself, and for some reason the sight fascinates me.

Tate moans. “Fuck, baby.”

Brent’s other hand moves forward, pinching my clit slightly.

“Come for us, Piper,” he groans.

The feeling of his fingers on my clit, and the pulse of energy from Tate, send me over the edge. I gasp. My orgasm rips across me. I arch, trying to hold onto something as my body is flung apart, ripples of pleasure ricocheting through me. Dimly, I’m aware of hot lashes of moisture on my chest. Covering my stomach. Then Tate grunts, thrusting into me a final time.

Opening my eyes, I pant.

Brent is staring at me. My front is a mess, with white fluid dripping down over my body. He seems fascinated by it, though. He looks up at me. Tate pulls out, and I moan slightly.

Brent trails a hand down my front. He uses his fingers to push some of the warm mess inside of me, and I bite my lip. His eyes flash. “Next time, I’m going to come inside you, Piper.”

Tate laughs. “You better stop getting kicked by horses, dumbass, or you’ll never get your chance.”

Brent shakes his head. “No. I’ll definitely get a chance. Because we’re going to give you that baby, Piper.”

I flush. “I mean, technically, we’re probably outside of the window for it right now?—”

Tate presses a kiss to the side of my head. “Well, all the more reason that we should practice. So that when it’s time, we can really be ready, you know?”

Brent’s eyes glitter. “Next time, I’m going to fuck all of Tate’s cum back inside you. Stands to reason that we should make sure we take every chance to get you knocked up, right?”

I’m going to explode. I look down, then back up at Brent. “I think I should shower again.”

“Was that an invitation?” Tate grins.

I give him a playful swat. “Only if you actually shower this time.”

“I was showering,” Brent says. His eyes gleam, and he looks actually… playful. It’s a good look on him. “You’re the one who interrupted my shower, remember?”

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