Page 35 of Claimed By the Cowboys
Without warning, a screech of chair legs on the wooden floor sounded, letting me know that Montana had pushed back from the breakfast table.
I turned to watch as Montana’s hands found the hem of his shirt, whipping it up and over his head in a single fluid motion to display his similarly impressive form.
Not to be outdone by his twin brother, Montana continued on—dropping his green plaid flannel pajama pants to reveal a pair of skintight black boxer briefs, his massive cock already visible at half-mast through the thin material.
“I’m sorry, Kota, I think Monty may have found a way to improve on your methods.” I shook my head, my eyes big as dinner plates as I spotted that bulge.
“They might call itthe full Monty, but I assure you…” Dakota dropped his trousers completely, his hard cock bouncing freely in the open air until he grabbed himself by the base, just above his swelling knot. “I’ve got an inch on him where it counts.”
“You two better come over to the couch and let me take a closer look,” I purred hungrily, inviting the two of them to join me on the large leather sectional.
Practically tripping out of his boxers on his way to me, Monty was the first one to my side. I reached out my hand, caressing him down to the knot as he shuffled himself onto the couch before me.
Dakota wasn’t far behind, deftly scrambling onto the couch on my opposite side, and I took his throbbing erection in my other hand.
“Hmm, I don’t know, looks pretty close to me,” I mused aloud, turning to Montana and taking him into my mouth before popping him free from my lips then taking Dakota’s length nearly to my throat.
I gave a few more of these “oral exams” before shimmying out of my panties and camisole. Immediately, Dakota and Montana reached down to toy with my hard, rosy nipples.
“Might be able to tell a little better if you let me demonstrate, pretty girl,” Dakota rumbled low in his chest as one of his hands helped to guide me onto my hands and knees.
Eagerly, I adjusted myself on the couch cushions between them—both Dakota and Montana still in a high-kneeling position—me on all fours.
I felt Dakota’s fingers trace my slick pussy lips, gathering some of the dewy drops to lube his impressive erection and gently pulsing knot.
Montana cupped my face as he fed me his cock, watching Dakota press himself to the slippery tightness of my pussy.
“Don’t you worry, sunshine, just relax,” Montana crooned as Dakota sank several inches of his length inside of me. “My cock isn’t much bigger than his, just enough. And you’re taking himbeautifully.” Montana looked down at me adoringly as he slipped his cock past my waiting lips.
I moaned around Montana’s hardness, the praise and the warm, full sensation of Dakota pushing into me up to the swell of his thick knot drawing the sound from my belly.
After a couple of deep, seeking strokes, he huffed a few ragged breaths and pulled out completely.
“Okay,” Dakota breathed shakily, stroking himself while still dripping with my slick. He turned me around and shoved my mouth on him, Montana now saddled with my slick cunt.
“Now the moment of truth,” Montana growled, his cock nearly jumping in his hand as he pressed himself against me.
I resisted the urge to just slam my hips back, driving him as deeply as I could, but I waited. Montana’s grip was like iron on my hips as my hungry cunt pulled him in, inch by glorious inch.
“You can feel that difference, can’t you, sunshine?” he rasped, giving me a few gentle thrusts, testing just how far he could get himself inside before his knot shut him out.
The best I could do was moan around Dakota’s cock by way of response while the twins filled me at both ends.
All of Montana’s smooth talking flew out the window once he found a rhythm.
“You’re taking both our cocks so well, pretty girl,” Dakota encouraged me while his twin growled with pleasure behind me. My whines reverberated around Dakota’s cock each time Montana’s rubbed against my cervix, his knot stretching and stretching me until?—
“Fuck!” Montana barked, his knot pushing past my tight pussy with a start as his hips rolled to a stop.
Dakota did his best to contain his laughter at his twin’s premature knotting. Pulling himself free of my lips, he pumped away at his cock with his fist.
“Jesus—fuck, this is embarrassing,” Montana grunted out, easing us both back onto the couch, him leaning against the back of the chaise lounge, my exposed pussy still filled with Montana’s knot.
“It’s okay,” I panted, though I could feel my heartbeat thundering in my swollen clit.
“Don’t worry.” Dakota beamed, dipping his index finger between his lips before reaching for my clit. “I’ll help you get there.” He started the most tender of stroking motions at the perfect speed.
Montana let out another moan as I clenched tighter around his knot, the attention on my clit driving me absolutely wild.
