Page 77 of Claimed By the Cowboys
With some help from the twins—each pulling away a hand from Piper’s perfect breasts to help me lift her ass off the sofa—I slipped off her panties.
She moaned loudly around Clay’s cock as I dragged my tongue from the very bottom of her slick pussy lips up to her throbbing clit.
“Damn, duchess, you’re gonna make me come fast if you keep moaning with my cock down your throat,” Clay rasped out, his hand cradling her head just above the back of the couch as he fucked her mouth.
I closed my lips around the little bud of tender flesh, and Piper’s back arched off the sofa cushions, a high whine escaping her. She bucked her hips against my face as I began to push my tongue deeper inside.
Dakotawaited until my lips were pursed around Piper’s pulsing clit, then reached under my chin and slipped his index and middle fingers into her tight pussy.
“Please,” Piper whimpered, taking a breath as she gripped Clay’s cock.
“C’mere, sunshine,” Montana purred, guiding Piper to him.
Reluctantly, Dakota and I let go of her, helping Piper onto all fours, with her nightgown hiked up over her glorious ass. Dakota settled in before her, giving her a place to lean. He supported Piper and her growing belly as Montana entered her from behind.
“Atta girl, nice and slow,” Dakota praised as she panted and mewled.
Montana fucked her steadily from behind, his hands gripping her hips as his twin reached under her to take one of Piper’s nipples and roll it between his fingers.
“Monty, you feel so good,” Piper whined, the sound dripping with delight.
“You feel like heaven, sunshine. Won’t be long till I stretch you good with this knot of mine—that tight little pussy is just so sweet,” Montana crooned, his pace increasing.
“How about a little game, hmm?” Clay asked huskily. “Let’s see how many knots our little omega can take without even being in heat.”
“Yes!” Piper moaned in agreement as Montana’s body curved around hers, his thrusts hard and fast.
“Can you take turns with all four of us, Pipes?” I purred my own challenge. “I bet you can—that pussy of yours is pure magic.”
Piper’s legs began to shake and her eyes rolled back into her head, a loud cry escaping her as she came.
“Fuck, sunshine, I’m coming,” Montana bit out as his knot popped inside of Piper with a sudden wet sound, his body spasming against hers as he came.
“There’s one down, duchess,” Clay praised, his cock gripped in his fist.
Dakota was controlled and patient as he supported Piper, their arms braced together to help bear her weight as Montana waited for his knot to go down.
Once Montana and Piper had uncoupled, Dakota helped Piper onto the chaise section of the couch, turning her onto her side as he scooted in behind her. I stroked myself over my pants as I watched his cock slip through the slick lips of her pussy before he penetrated her from behind.
Dakota cradled the low swell of Piper’s belly with one hand as he began to pump slowly in and out of her tight heat.
Greedily, Clay and I watched as Dakota sank inside of her, Piper’s leg craned up so I could see him sinking in all the way up to the knot before retreating, nearly pulling out entirely.
“That’s it, duchess, You’re doing such a good job taking Kota’s cock,” Clayton said, making Piper’s desperate moans ring out louder. Dakota’s face screwed up as he battled the need to come right then and there.
It didn’t take long before Dakota made a low guttural sound and buried his face in Piper’s hair as his knot disappeared inside her.
“You think that’s been enough of a warm-up?” Clayton growled as his eyes roved Piper’s body, as though his hungry gaze could somehow make Dakota’s knot go down any faster. “Are you ready for your pack lead?”
I couldn’t help but smirk. While Clayton would never admit it outright, he’d made it a point to jump on this little train before I did because he knew I often ended up the “caboose.” Pack lead or not, I had the biggest cock of us all.
“Tell me what you want, duchess.” Clay’s deep voice called Piper to him, her body moving as if pulled to the man by the sound alone. She crawled on all fours to where Clay stood at the far end of the couch, stroking his cock as he leaned against the arm of the sofa.
“I want your knot, Clay,” Piper pleaded, a hand cupped between her legs to keep the flow of slick and cum from dripping across the couch.
“Lie back,” he instructed. Piper eased onto her back, knees bent, her feet propped up on the arm of the sofa.
Understanding dawned, and I lunged forward to place a few extra pillows where the arm of the sofa and the seat cushions met. Only seconds later, Clay hooked his big hands under both of Piper’s knees, pulling her so that her sweet cheeks rested at the edge of the armrest.
