Page 105 of Claimed By the Cowboys
“Don’t you worry,” Zeke comforted, stroking his hard cock through the thin fabric of his boxers. “We have plenty to stretch you with.”
Montana and Dakota, already free of their boxers, clambered back over me, Dakota leaning down to help me sit up, Montana slipping in behind me to guide me up onto my knees.
“Monty, Kota,” I breathed as they held me between them, tilting my hips back slightly.
“Attagirl,” Montana whispered against my ear as he reached between my legs, pressing the head of his cock against my dripping pussy.
“You feel so good,” I murmured as Montana sank a few inches of his length inside me from behind, just before Dakota’s mouth dipped down to trap mine in a kiss, his hands moving over my breasts.
“We’re gonna take it easy on you, get you back into the swing of things,” Dakota whispered against my lips. Then he reached down and began to stroke my clit as Montana fucked me from behind, Zeke and Clay watching our kneeling trio with both of their cocks free of their boxers.
Over Dakota’s shoulder, I watched as Clay gripped the swell of his knot, Zeke playing with the head of his cock in the reflection of the big tri-fold mirror atop the wooden dresser.
I cried out my displeasure as Montana suddenly pulled free of my tight cunt, Dakota’s fingers still scrolling small circular patterns over my clit.
Before I could protest, Dakota and his brother switched without changing positions, Montana stroking my clit in gentle looping swirls as Dakota sank his hot, hard cock inside me up to the knot.
“Kota!” I moaned as his hands moved over my hips to cup my ass cheeks, helping to slide me up and down on his shaft.
“You need more than that, don’t you, duchess?” Clay groaned, moving toward us at the edge of the bed, his piercings catching the light as he stroked himself, nearly at eye level.
“Yes.” I nodded, mewling pathetically as my pussy gripped Dakota’s cock.
“What do you need, duchess?” Clay prompted me as he looked deeply into my eyes.
“I wanna be filled up,” I whined with increasing desperation, Montana’s cock still wet with my slick sliding up and down my ass cheeks.
“You want us together, sunshine?” Montana growled against the shell of my ear, his hands gripping the curve of my hips.
“Yes, I want both of you. I want younow,” I moaned, eyes fluttering closed as Montana reached down to gather some of my dripping slick, gently running his slippery fingers over my tight asshole.
“Just breathe, sunshine. We’re gonna fill you upsogood,” Montana growled low, his blunt heat pressing inside my tight hole as Dakota thrust into my pussy up to the knot.
“Yeeessss…” I almost wept as the twins pumped their cocks slow and deep inside me, my body pinned between them as Montana kissed my shoulders, my neck.
Dakota moved to cup my face in his hands as he slipped his tongue into my mouth, my body turning to liquid between them.My body yearned for the ultimate fullness of both of their knots and hot cum inside me.
“Look at how sweet our omega takes two cocks at the same time,” Zeke purred huskily, kneeling beside the twins and me, humping a pillow, his massive cock and swollen knot bobbing up and down as he rocked his hips forward. I couldn’t look at all that fat cock without imagining it pistoning inside me as if I were lying face down, ass up on the pillow Zeke ground himself against.
“Our duchess is such asweet,dirty little thing,” Clay agreed, his voice carrying an unmistakable note of pride.
“Pretty girl, you feel so damn good—tight and hot,” Dakota groaned as his knot strained against my pussy lips.
“So fucking tight,” Montana rasped out as he ground against my ass, his knot pressing against my tight, slick hole.
“That’s a good girl, duchess. Just relax,” Clay instructed, a cool grin on his face. “That’s right.”
He stroked himself hard and slow as I let out a held breath, my head lolling back, the twins nibbling and sucking at my neck.
The fullness, the heat, the friction of Montana and Dakota pumping in and out of me made the tight coil inside me snap, a sudden, deep moan bubbling up from me as my body began to shake.
At the animal sound, both Montana and Dakota shuddered forward, loud slurping suction as both of them sank their knots into me. We all cried out in guttural noises of pleasure as I squeezed the twins' knots for all they were worth.
I hung between the two of them, nearly rag-doll limp, save for the spasms that still rippled throughout my hypersensitive body, my insides warm and liquid with the twins’ cum.
Montana and Dakota panted as the three of us teetered unsteadily on our knees.
“Timber!” Zeke teased as he helped us into a guided fall out of our kneeling positions and back into the nest.
