Page 58 of Shared on the Ranch

He slipped two fingers inside her sopping channel, and her eyes flew open.

“Aaron,” she groaned, and it was all he could do to keep from mounting her then and there. Then her eyes slid to his left. “Oh, Daddy.” Then she included him with a sexily murmured, “Master.”

Fuck, he was hard.

His fingers danced inside her, making her gasp and moan. He could feel her pussy clenching his fingers, begging him to bring her to orgasm. Well, she was going to get her wish. She’d been a very good girl, after all.

He glanced over at Chandler and could see that he had the same idea. So while Chandler kneaded her other breast with skilled, quick fingers, Aaron suckled for all he was worth and thrust his fingers in and out until she was practically levitating and shrieking their names.

“Oh, Master! Ooh! Yes! Yes, Daddy, yes!”

Then she fell back onto the covers and he removed his fingers. They nearly glistened, and had never smelled so sweet.

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Chyanne

As soon as she recovered from her explosive orgasm, Chyanne eyed her master’s large, hard cock and scooched closer to him. Her hand found its way to his engorged member, which twitched at her touch. She caressed the soft cotton fabric of his pajama pants.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, but he was clearly amused.

“Well, I just thought… I mean, you two made sureIwoke up happy, so I thought I’d return the favor.” She fluttered her eyelashes at each of them in turn.

“Wish we could, sweetheart, but it’s time to get up and moving,” Daddy answered.

She pouted, but when Daddy was immovable, she turned the pout on Master.

“Stop it before I take you over my knee,” he threatened, his expression stern despite the fact that she still held his hard member in her hand.

“Come on,” she muttered, disappointed. “You two are no fun.”

“Really? ‘Cuz I think my fingers say differently.” Aaron wiggled them in front of her, and Chyanne sank into a sulk. “Into the shower.”

Her thoughts shifted, and her expression brightened. “Yes, Master. But don’t weallneed to start the day clean and fresh?” She looked between the two of them and bit her lip to contain her squeal when she saw Daddy nod.

Aaron shrugged. “Okay, brat. Go get the water started. And it better be how I like it!” he groused.

Chyanne was smiling as she slid off the bed, even though her butt had gotten a stingy slap before she managed to scamper away. She was humming to herself—amazing how an early morning orgasm could do that to a girl—as she turned on the faucet. She tested the temperature before pulling the stopper that made the water trickle out of the waterfall showerhead.

As if she’d given them a cue, both of her handsome, strapping men walked in at exactly that moment and she gave them a blissful smile.

“You happy, sweetheart?” Chandler asked.

“Yes. And it looks like you are, too,” she noted, stroking his erect cock.

“Mmmm.” He let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a chuckle.

It was strange, the jolt of excitement that fueled her seeing that they were hungry for her. She was used to being wanted—she was a beautiful woman, she knew that. But never before had any man taken any interest beyond T&A and now she hadtwoof the most handsome, insatiable men she’d ever laid eyes on. It was kind of surreal. She couldn’t help but wonder if it always would be.

“If we’re late to breakfast, your bottom will have to pay for it this evening,” Aaron said, grabbing both her cheeks and giving a squeeze.

It was sensual, with just a tiny touch of pain, and it allowed her to let go, to be free of any ideas of what sheoughtto be and just be theirs.

“If you get in the shower, Daddy, I’ll follow you.”

Chandler obliged quickly, closing the striped shower curtain behind him, but Chyanne was waylaid by soft, insistent kisses along her neck from her master.

After he had her groaning and her pussy filling with want once more, he reached up and pinched her right nipple lightly. “Go on, get in. Daddy’s waiting.”

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