Page 104 of Claimed By the Cowboys
“Sweet mercy,” he swooned, taking another deep sniff of the air, his eyes falling on Dakota and me tangled in the nest. “Her heat’s started?” he stammered, fingers already moving to the pearl buttons on his snapfront shirt. He made his way toward the bed, a low growl rumbling through him.
“Pretty girl is already desperate, yeah.” Dakota nodded, wriggling out of his own shirt so that we could get skin to skin.
“I’m so fucking slick,” I whimpered, scissoring my legs in the blankets, my skin burning without Kota putting his hands on me.
“I need knots,” I pleaded, my hands moving down the cool satin of my nightgown. I dragged them over my hard nipples beneath, down over my belly toward my throbbing pussy.
“Well, we can certainly help with that, can’t we, Kota?” Montana grinned as he shrugged out of his shirt, quickly stepping out of his jeans so that he was already down to his boxers before he flopped into the nest with us.
“Yeah, I think we can figure something out.” Dakota grinned as one of his hands helped my satin nightgown up over my knees, the slinky fabric pooling around my hips.
“Looks like our sunshine is already nice and juicy.” Montana sighed contentedly as Dakota pulled my knees apart, reaching down to slip my soaked panties off.
I lifted my ass off the bed and helped kick out of the soaking wad of cotton. Dakota draped his hands over each of my knees, keeping me spread wide for his twin.
“Juicy, and good enough toeat,” Montana rumbled, getting down onto his belly between my thighs, his tongue running up my slick lips to my clit with firm but tender strokes.
“Monty,” I whined, my fingers finding their way into Montana’s luminous golden brown hair as his head bobbed between my legs.
“How’s that, pretty girl? Feeling a little better?” Dakota whispered against my ear, one of his hands reaching out to toy with one of my nipples, pearled and wickedly sensitive through the cool satin.
“I want more,” I pleaded while Montana lapped hungrily at my cunt.
“Don’t worry,” Dakota soothed, leaning down to gently take my satin-covered nipple between his lips, and ever so tenderly between his teeth before he began to kiss his way down my sternum toward my belly. “Let us take care of you a bit, pretty girl. There are plenty of knots to keep you busy through this heat, but we gotta make sure you’re ready for all of us.”
I let out a high, needy whine as Dakota sat up and spread my knees wider, shouldering in beside Montana. Dakota’s lips closed around my buzzing clit as Montana worked his velvety tongue inside my dripping pussy.
My eyes rolled back as they lavished their twin attentions on me, and I only vaguely registered the low, dull thump of footsteps approaching from down the hall.
“Well, well,well,” Zeke chuckled as he ducked through the bedroom door. “I would ask what’s going on in here, but I think the evidence is clear.”
He beamed, grabbing a handful of his cotton t-shirt from the scruff of his neck and pulling the entire thing up and over his head in a single fluid motion.
“Zeke,” I moaned, drinking in the sight of his body, sculpted and glowing golden in the low light of the nest.
“How are those Flint boys treating you, Pipes?” He worked his big silver belt buckle open, his grin hungry.
Words completely escaped me as Montana slid two fingers inside my pussy, Dakota still sucking and flicking his tongue across my clit.
“Nice work, guys.” Zeke smirked, kicking off his pants and settling down into the nest.
I panted, breath ragged as the twins brought me closer and closer to orgasm, Zeke’s big hands helping my nightgown over my head to expose my breasts.
“Hey, Clay!” he called out as he reached down to cup my breasts, his fingers fluttering in featherlight touches over my hard nipples. “You better get in here if you don’t wanna miss the first time Piper comes during this heat!”
Zeke’s words, confident and casually dirty, made my muscles tighten around Montana’s fingers, and my hips bucked against the twins' faces.
“I’m so close,” I pleaded, my hands clutching desperately at the backs of the twins’ heads.
There was the sound of hurried footfalls in the hall, and suddenly, Clay was standing above all of us, a wild look in his hazel eyes.
“That’s right, duchess. I’m here now; come for me. It’ll help get you ready for our knots.”
“Oh god!” I cried out, my legs shaking wildly as the twins held them forced apart, Dakota sucking hard on my clit while Montana fucked me with his fingers and tongue.
“That’s good, duchess.” Clay reached down to brush some hair out of my eyes and ran a thumb over my bottom lip as the twins withdrew, allowing me a moment's rest.
“I’m still so, so tight,” I begged, slick running from my pussy, soaking the blankets beneath me.
