Page 106 of Claimed By the Cowboys
Lying on our sides, the three of us could actually begin to catch our breath.
I could see Montana, his eyes already closed, his breaths making his chest rise and fall steadily. Even though I should have been just as ready to drift off, the insatiable craving of the heat had me lifting my head off the pillow to get a better look at Zeke, who was sitting back on his heels, hard cock in hand.
“Jeez, Piper,” Montana grunted as all of my muscles tightened around him and his twin. “You better quit with all that squeezin’ or Dakota and I aren’t ever going to be able to leave.” He moaned as he ground his hips against me, still gripped tight.
“I hate to say it, but Monty’s right.” Dakota gave a breathy laugh. “If you keep up, we’re gonna be here all night.”
I did my best to relax, closing my eyes and focusing on my breathing, rather than the fullness of the twins in my ass and pussy—of the thoughts of Zeke and Clay soon to follow.
Despite their protests, Dakota’s knot was the first to go down, and Montana followed shortly after, the twins rolling away from me in the pillows and blankets and allowing me a moment to stretch before Zeke descended on me.
“It was so hot watching you take Kota and Monty’s cocks.” He helped to ease me onto my belly, his big, rough hands lingering to massage my lower back, thumbs gently digging into the dimples of my pelvis just above my ass.
I gave a low moan of pleasure as his hands moved to my hips, lifting them so that I had to prop myself on my knees, face down, ass up, dripping pussy exposed.
“Still so hot and tight,” Zeke sighed approvingly, plunging two fingers inside my trembling cunt, a large bead of the twins’ mingled cum welling up from inside to dribble down between my legs.
“Please,” I whined, pushing my hips back.
Then I felt Zeke’s mouth on my throbbing clit, his fingers pumping inside me, more cum gushing from me as my pussy clenched around Zeke’s seeking fingers.
“Oh god, Zeke!” I moaned, burying my face in the pillow and throwing my hips back against his face.
“That’s right, duchess. Let yourself go. I want to watch my pack mate make you come at least twice before I give you my knot.” Clay growled his command, low and urgent.
The sound of Clay’s words set my senses on fire, and I lifted half my face from the pillow to be able to get a good look at him, standing over us, stroking his studded cock hard and fast.
I puffed heavy breaths into the pillow as Zeke flicked my clit with his tongue, fingers stroking my G-spot with each powerful flex of his wrist.
“Oh god, I’m so fucking close,” I whined as my hamstrings twitched and my legs threatened to give out.
“That’s right, pretty girl. Come,” Dakota urged me on, lazily stroking his half-hard cock from his seat in the nest.
“Oh—” My breath hitched.
“That’s a good girl, sunshine,” Montana said.
I barely caught it before the sound of my own blood rushing in my ears drowned everything out. My eyes squeezed closed, bursts of color on the inside of my lids as I came on Zeke’s fingers and tongue.
There was barely time for me to get a breath in before Zeke’s cock was pressed to my dripping pussy, his incredible length and width stretching me nearly to my limit.
“You feel so good, Pipes,” he growled, gripping my hips, slowly sinking inside me up to his knot.
“Fuck, you’re so deep.” I eased up onto my elbows as Zeke fucked me.
“Just like that, duchess,” Clay rumbled, making his way onto the bed in front of me. “Let me see that pretty mouth.”
I tilted my face up to Clay, parting my lips so that he could slip his massive, studded cock into my eager mouth.
“Didn’t think you could look any prettier, but goddamn if you don’t look good sucking me off,” Clay growled, reaching down to gather my hair in his hands, holding the tangle of auburn waves delicately in his fist as he rocked his hips.
Zeke’s strokes deepened, his knot making loud, wet noises each time it slammed against my pussy lips. Then he drew back only to thrust in again, his cock nudging at my cervix in time with the rhythm.
I moaned loudly around Clay’s cock, and he let out a guttural sound, pushing himself farther toward the back of my throat as he watched me take his cock, hungrily.
“Fuck, Pipes… watching you suck Clay’s cock while I’m inside you,” Zeke grunted haltingly. “I’m not gonna last long like this.”
“You heard him, Piper.” Clay grinned as I moaned louder around his cock, his Jacob’s ladder running along the flat of my tongue. “Why don’t you touch that pretty pink clit of yours while Zeke fucks you. That oughta make you come hard and fast.”
