Page 47 of Claimed By the Cowboys
“Use your words, duchess,” Clayton growled from his armchair. He was lazily undoing his belt buckle with one hand, still stroking his erection through his pants. “Tell the boys exactly what you want.”
“I want more than just fingers inside my pussy,” I mewled, spreading my legs wider as Dakota pumped in and out, slow and deep, my grip on Montana loosening as my knees began to buckle.
“Whatdoyou want in your pussy, duchess?” Clay prompted me, the shiny chrome of his piercings catching the light as his cock bounced free from his unzipped fly.
“I want a knot in my pussy,please,” I panted, increasingly desperate as my slick dripped down Dakota’s knuckles and onto the floor.
“Lift her,” Montana grunted to Dakota, the twins moving in unison without needing further discussion.
Dakota bent low and hooked his hands beneath my knees, lifting me off the ground so that my back was pressed against his bare chest. His powerful arms threaded under my bent knees. I felt Dakota’s cock just beneath my pussy, slick pooling all the more now. Montana was quick to swoop in, giving me his neck to wrap my arms around, his hands cupping my ass.
With my body suspended in the air between them, Montana let go of my ass with one hand to trail his fingers across my dripping cunt before he gave his hard dick and swollen knot a good coating of my slick.
Dakota sucked on my earlobe gently as Montana pressed his cock against my pussy. My head lolled back over Dakota’s shoulder as Montana entered me, pushing slowly and steadily up to the knot, a low moan escaping him.
“You feel so good,” I whined, as Montana adjusted his grip on my ass, drawing back before rocking forward with a deep, powerful stroke.
“Not bad, duchess—not bad,” Clay praised me from his leather throne.
His cock was squeezed in one of his big hands when I craned my head to the side to look at him. God, it was such a fucking sight.
Flicking my eyes toward Zeke, I relished the way he watched with silent intensity, squeezing his knot as he toyed with the head of his cock.
As Montana stretched my pussy, I felt Dakota’s seeking finger at my slick-soaked asshole, pressing gently at first, then pushing inside the tight ring of muscle up to the first knuckle.
I let out a high-pitched cry as the stimulation sent a wave of liquid heat through me, both my pussy and my ass clenching as it drove me wild.
“Can you take both the boys at once, duchess?” Clay’s voice brought me back to the room—to the moment—just in time for Dakota to add a second finger to my back door. My pussy clenched twice as hard around Montana as it had before.
Both of us cried out with pleasure, likely not quite the answer Clay was looking for.
“I want to see you take both those knots,” Clayton ordered sternly, his luminous hazel eyes fixed on mine as I looked over at him again. “I wanna watch those boys make you come—hard.”
“Yes!” I gasped as Dakota pressed his cock against my slick asshole, seeking entrance.
My eyes squeezed closed from the sheer feeling of Dakota pushing inside me, agonizingly slow yet satisfying. Colors exploded behind my eyelids as I felt both twins stretching me. A fullness invaded my very being as they both pumped slow and deep.
“Atta’ girl, keep riding, duchess, you’re gonna need a good stretch before I fill you up,” Clay rumbled as Dakota and Montana thrust inside me.
My eyes fluttered open in time to see Montana’s face—serious, even in a moment like this—his blue eyes heavy-lidded, his breaths ragged.
We kissed only a moment before Montana’s rhythm began to intensify, almost stuttered.
“Sunshine, I’m not going to last long like this. You feel too good,” He grunted against the hollow of my neck, Dakota’sbreath hot on my other shoulder as he began the same jerky, staggered movement.
“Me neither, pretty girl—you’re so fuckingtight.” Dakota pressed his trembling lips just behind my ear.
“Please, I want your knots inside me,” I whined, digging my fingers into Montana’s neck.
“Piper,” Montana sighed against my neck before he let his head drop, his teeth sinking into the space between my neck and left shoulder.
I yelped as his knot stretched its way inside my pussy, my mind reeling from the pleasure. My teeth found the left side of Montana’s neck as he poured his cum inside me, struggling to stay on his feet.
“Fuck,” Dakota moaned as his knot pushed past the tight ring of my asshole, his hot release only adding to the feeling of delicious fullness resonating through my body.
He struggled against the intensity of his orgasm, his jaw trembling with a jittery lack of control before he regained his senses enough to bite down on my opposite shoulder—a mirror of his twin’s mark. Releasing Montana, I turned my face toward Dakota’s neck, pulling him over me so that I could reach him, and sank my teeth into his soft, tanned skin.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I giggled at what this would look like later—that both twins would have a bite on the left side of their necks, while I retained a lovely symmetry.
