The Divine Creek Ranch Collection, Volume 1 [Book 1 - Divine Grace, Book 2 - Her Gentle Giant, Book 3 - Heavenly Angel] (Siren Everlasting Collection)

by Heather Rainier

  Angel ground against her, feeling every exhilarating pulse of her cunt as she came, her cream flowing copiously between them. He was overwhelmed with an almost animalistic satisfaction, knowing he’d satisfied her and she’d come hard. He rose over her, her legs relaxing from around him as she looked up in blissful awe. The new knowledge in her eyes softened the alpha sensation, and he remembered he needed to be gentle with her. He lifted her hips and began his rhythm again, seeking his own release inside her tender, sated body.

  He held her as he thrust, tilting her so that his body aligned perfectly with hers and her clit slid with each stroke along his cock before colliding with his pubic bone. The tension increased within her again as her passion responded to his. He murmured love words to her, thrusting with increasing speed, trying to be gentle for her sake. Reaching out for something to hold on to, she gripped the sheet in one fist and Joaquin’s hand in the other.

  “It’s feels so good, Angel. I’m--I’m coming again.” She smiled joyfully, and her body took over. She established a double-time rhythm on his cock as he pounded into her. She cried out in ecstasy as she came, taking him with her. His deep growl of release was a low rumble in his chest, though he truly desired to howl in satisfaction as he came. His release pounded through him, and his cum spurted in long, powerful streams into her warm cunt.

  Still entwined with her, he caressed her hip, hoping he hadn’t hurt her by holding on too tight, and laid down on her, bracing himself on his forearms. Her cheeks blushed bright pink, and he kissed them both, feeling their heat with his lips. It was pure bliss to lay there with her, his cock still pulsing inside her trembling body as she recovered and caught her breath. He looked up at Joaquin and gave him a lopsided grin.

  Joaquin smiled back and looked down at her. “How are you feeling, sugar?”

  “Bliss,” she whispered, her eyes mostly closed but moving back and forth between the two of them. “Now I understand,” she said in a husky voice thick with emotion.

  “Understand what, sugar?”

  “Why Grace always has that look on her face.” Her full lips spread in a seductive but satisfied smile.

  “Which look is that?” Angel asked, nuzzling her collarbone.

  “The one Teresa’s wearing right now if I was to hazard a guess.” Joaquin leaned down to kiss her when she nodded serenely.

  Angel kissed the spot between her breasts and murmured, “That’s how making love is supposed to feel. And you have two ready and willing cowboys at your beck and call.”

  Joaquin chuckled playfully. “Now you know what lovemaking is supposed to be like, but you haven’t tasted the lovemaking of two men yet. That is if you’re up to it,” he added seriously, all playfulness aside for a second.

  “I’m thirsty. But I’m definitely feeling up to more lovemaking,” she murmured.

  Angel licked and kissed her nipple. She released him from her ankle lock so he could dispose of the condom, and he rose over her, watching as his cock slid from her tender pussy. He touched her swollen lips with his finger tip. “Are you feeling sore? You’re bright pink now.”

  * * * *

  “My whole body feels like its singing.” Teresa watched Angel as he petted her lips and drew a taste of her cream to his mouth. His eyes caught hers and sparkled with love and renewed desire. She noticed with admiration that his cock was already hardening.

  Joaquin looked at Angel and smiled back at her. “You see what you do to us, sugar? We’ll be hard for you on a moment’s notice.” He handed her a glass of water, and she noticed he was stroking his cock which was every bit as deliciously hard and thick as his brother’s, standing up straight and proud.

  She drank the glass of water, and he took it from her and refilled it then brought it back to the bedside table for later. Appreciating the thoughtful things they did for her, she wanted to return the favor. She rose up and crawled over to the edge of the bed where Joaquin now stood as Angel returned to the bed, watching them. Joaquin smiled at her as she reached for him. On her knees before him, she caressed Joaquin’s biceps and forearms as he stroked her hips.

  “You’ve both been so good to me tonight. Before I met you, I had no experience in what men look like or what they are supposed to be like. The very thought of one of these filling my pussy...I imagine it’s the most beautiful thing in the world.”

  Joaquin chuckled as she ran her hands over his abdomen to his chest. “Teresa said pussy, Angel. Did you hear?” Teresa giggled, wondering if they’d opened the floodgates on other slang foreign to her lips.

  Angel chuckled in response. “Yes, I did, and I loved the sound of it.”

  “I thought that was a bad word growing up, used like curse words were. Saying it now feels like…I’m taking it back. Like it’s ours. It doesn’t bother me at all the way I thought it would. I liked what you told me as you put your cock in me, and I wished I could see,” she said, feeling her cheeks heat up. Would they think she’d turned into a sexual deviant?

  After sharing a look with Joaquin, Angel slipped out into the hallway and returned a few seconds later with the mirror that hung beside the front door.

  Joaquin stroked the sides of her breasts with his thumbs as he ran his hands up her sides. “You don’t have to imagine it, sugar. You can see for yourself as I make love to you.”

  “Thank you. You are so thoughtful.” She kissed Angel then turned back to Joaquin. She didn’t know where the sudden brazenness came from, but she went with it. “Now, about this big, beautiful cock. Wasn’t Joaquin sweet to me while you made love to me, Angel?” Both brothers looked at each other in mild surprise.

  Yes, shy Teresa has a cheeky streak.

  Joaquin hummed when she wrapped her hand around his thick cock and stroked as light as a feather.

  Angel nodded. “He was, and he even helped you delay and intensify your orgasm,” Angel added generously.

  What a nice brother he is!

  “Oh! That, too. I should thank him, don’t you think?” She looked back at Angel with twinkling eyes, knowing he probably thought she’d give Joaquin a blow job for consistency’s sake.

  Maybe.

  She licked the head of his cock.

  Maybe not.

  Angel chuckled. “I think he’d like it very much if you did. He does adore you, would do anything for you.” She giggled at Joaquin’s eager nod and mischievous grin.

  She looked up and giggled. “Hey, you rhymed. But you’re right, and I adore him, too.” She patted the center of the bed. “Why don’t you come and lie down here for me, so I can thank you properly.”

  Joaquin had a big grin when he climbed onto the bed and lay down in her spot. Teresa beckoned Angel to her and whispered in his ear. He grinned smugly and walked over to the bedside table and retrieved the bottle of lubricant.

  She knelt over him, making sure Angel had a lovely view of her ass, and lifted Joaquin’s cock in one hand and began licking him and stroking him with her tongue, drawing tortured-sounding moans from him. His erection twitched and pulsed in her hand, and she knew it must be difficult to control his response.

  She laved him with her tongue then made her way down to his balls and lavished them with attention, as well. While she did this, Angel generously coated her pussy lips and her slit with the lubricant, taking special care that no spot was missed. She wiggled her ass at him and giggled while he played with her, adding more for good measure because it paid to be very thorough.

  Joaquin looked like he was about ready to explode when she finally released his cock and laid it on his abdomen. Watching his reaction, she straddled his hips. His eyes opened wide as she aligned the rigid length of his cock with her spread outer lips and sat down on him. His lips opened wide to match his eyes, and she giggled mischievously. She slithered her well-lubricated pussy all along his hot shaft.

  “Oh, fuck! I was not expecting that!” He groaned happily and shuddered. “You are full of surprises, sugar.”

  “Mmmm-hmmm,” she agreed and ground he
r pussy against him, her arms rising over her head into her hair.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  The giggling nymph was gone, replaced by the tempting vixen. Teresa owed Grace big time for that move, for the priceless look on Joaquin’s face. He looked awestruck as he watched her.

  “Holy shit.” Angel watched as she arched her back and moved slowly, establishing a rhythm that she enjoyed as she sighed happily. “Our wife-to-be is a goddess. She can have whatever she fucking wants.”

  “Oh, hell yeah.” Joaquin groaned as she ground over his cock. “I’m so in for it.” He moaned. Starting out with a circular motion, Teresa rubbed her sopping wet pussy over his cock and coating him well from balls to the head. After a minute, she leaned slightly forward and braced her hands on his hard pecs and began a sideways figure-eight swirling movement. She twisted and rotated her pelvis in a slow belly dancing move, stretching her arms over her head. He caressed her thighs with his hands, staring up at her, his face enraptured. She hoped he saw the love in her eyes for him.

  “Thank you, Joaquin.” She continued grinding, lowering her upper body so that her chest made full contact with his. She slid her hands under his shoulders and held him so her breasts were pressed against him. Arching her back, she presented Angel with another view of her pussy and ass. She looked back at Angel, smiled seductively into his smoldering topaz eyes and murmured, “Thank you, Angel.” Her lips quivered a little because she meant thank you for so many things.

  “Sugar, you’re so welcome.” Joaquin sounded like he was being tortured with pleasure. His head was pressed back into the pillow, and his lips were parted in ecstasy.

  “You’re welcome.” Angel sounded like his breath had left him all together. Love radiated from his warm eyes.

  Rising up over Joaquin again, she returned to her circular grind, enjoying the feel of his work-roughened hands on her hips. She rose up slightly and slid back and forth over his length until he reluctantly begged her to stop.

  Angel came and lay down on the bed with them, handed Joaquin a towel, and asked Teresa in wonder, “Where did you learn to give a lap dance, sweetheart?”

  “Grace got together with Charlotta and Cami from the club. She explained to me what they showed her. Did you like it, Joaquin? You sounded like you did, but did I do a good job? It’s not exactly the kind of thing you can practice alone.” She giggled when they looked at each other in astonishment.

  Teresa sat back, stroked Joaquin’s cock, then looked over at Angel. “Do you remember the conversation you and I had right before the bachelor party? I asked you what it would be like in the club you were taking Eli to.”

  Angel nodded, and she said, “Remember telling me there was only one woman you would want a lap dance from? Well, you have something to look forward to now.”

  Angel growled with pleasure. “Woman, you amaze me.” Angel slid his hand over her back in a slow caress. He helped her rise from Joaquin so he could towel off the lubricant before returning to her on the bed and applying another condom.

  Joaquin said, “Thanks for my lap dance, sugar. I’ve never had one quite that exciting, nor have I had one from a woman as beautiful as you.” She lay back on the bed next to Angel, who sat against the headboard. Joaquin climbed onto the bed and drew her to his virile, hard body, from lip to toe. His heavy cock was pressed against her mound. The heat and hardness of it made her whole body vibrate with desire for him. He looked into her eyes soberly, stroking a strand of her hair from her forehead. “Do you feel up to more loving, sugar?” When he was playful, he was a devil, but when he was taking care of her, he was serious.

  “I’m wonderful. Use the lubricant like Angel did, and I’ll be fine. You’re both so gentle with me. You could never harm me.”

  Joaquin drew her lips to his and kissed her. “That’s something I’d never want to do.”

  Angel passed Joaquin the lubricant, and he applied a bit of it to Teresa’s already wet pussy, making sure to slide some of it into her entrance. Joaquin smoothed some on over the condom and stroked it a few times. Watching him stroke his hardened shaft made her pussy quiver. He returned to her embrace and caressed her back. He slid his fingers over her hip to her tailbone and pressed her to him. She sighed at the feel of his hard shaft aligned to her throbbing slit. He paused briefly.

  “What?” she asked.

  Joaquin gestured with his chin to the mirror, which Angel retrieved. “We promised you could watch, remember? Come over here.” He patted the center of the king-size bed. “Come lay down and we’ll position the mirror so you can see. You’re gonna love it, sugar.”

  She enthusiastically did what he asked, giggling when he chuckled at her eagerness. They propped her up on several of the pillows so she could relax, and Joaquin came to her, stroking his cock, smiling naughtily at her. He probably knew she liked it when he did that.

  He leaned to her and kissed her deeply then left a trail of kisses down to her abdomen, stopping at her mound. She whimpered in disappointment until he grinned and slid a finger over her sensitive clit, which sent a lightning bolt of pleasure through her pussy. He parted her lips and teased her mercilessly, stroking her to a feverish pitch until she was begging for him to do something.

  Much to her surprise, he lifted her ankles, and nodded at Angel, who held the mirror so she could see. Joaquin got himself in position and asked “Sugar, can you see your pussy?”

  Angel shifted the mirror slightly until she could see. “Oh.” She focused on looking at herself in the mirror and felt a tightening inside her pussy. Joaquin placed her feet on his shoulders. In the reflection, she could see her juices glistening on her lips and the opening to her pussy, and she bit her lip, not so secretly loving the sight of it.

  Joaquin and Angel smiled at each other and her. “You like it, don’t you, sugar? We love it, too, so wet and pretty. Are you ready?”

  Ready? She could practically feel his cock there already.

  At her eager nod, he said, “Watch in the mirror.”

  Angel held the mirror as Joaquin slid his hot hands slowly down her inner calves and thighs until he reached her lips. He caressed her stroked her clitoris again.

  In the mirror, she could see that her juices ran from her opening and slid down into the cleft of her ass, adding a new layer to her sensory overload. She gasped in surprise when Angel reached out a fingertip and caught the moisture and slid his finger to the virgin territory of her rear opening.

  She whimpered but never once looked away. While Joaquin continued ministering to her clit, Angel massaged her anal opening.

  Angel looked steadily into her eyes and said, “Think you might like us to make love to you here someday?”

  “Oh, yes.”

  Her pussy and asshole both convulsed at the thought of them taking her that way. There were so many more nerve endings there than she would have thought possible, and he was making contact with all of them. The pressure of his fingertip gave her a naughty, lustful feeling in the depths of her belly.

  A low moan escaped her as his finger pressed more insistently against the tight ring of muscle at her asshole. The feeling scared her a tiny bit, but she wanted it at the same time. Grace said it would hurt a little at first if they ever breached her there, but she wanted it, all the same. The dual stimulation combined into one lustful, primal need. She wasn’t sure what Angel would do next, and she glanced away from the mirror and looked up at him.

  Angel kissed her forehead and murmured, “Relax. Lay your head back so you’re not straining. Just feel for us.” Doing as he asked, she realized how tense she’d become. She relaxed her bottom as the pressure increased a tiny bit and felt her asshole give way slightly. Part of her wanted to clench, but the other part wanted her men to have all of her.

  Relaxing against his finger, Teresa moaned in surprise as his finger entered her ass a bit more. She felt the slight pinch, and her breath came in rapid pulses, but she relaxed and allowed him in another tiny degree.

  “Trust us. I wo
uldn’t hurt you for anything.” He stroked in and out repeatedly as the unfamiliar sensation became more pleasurable and the intrusion became a welcomed one. Joaquin stroked her clit, and she realized he’d been giving her time to experience the other sensation. Now combined, it was explosive. Her pussy convulsed, and she moved with them. What would it be like if they were ever to both penetrate her. She’d die of pleasure.

  “It feels good, doesn’t it?” Joaquin asked as he stroked her clit with one hand and her inner thigh with the other. Her feet still rested at his shoulders.

  “Yes,” she whimpered.

  Angel’s finger slid a little farther into her bottom as Joaquin slid a finger into her pussy. They began a concerted rhythm with their fingers, one thrusting in while the other pulled almost all the way out. Her juices ran copiously from her pussy, judging by the decadent, wet sounds of their play. It generously lubricated the way for Angel so that eventually he was able to slide in all the way to the top knuckle as she watched. They gradually began moving into her simultaneously, filling her in both places at once, and the pleasure exploded inside her, her orgasm causing her to clamp down on both their hands.

  Angel withdrew his finger while she was still flying high, and Joaquin reminded her to watch in the mirror. He positioned his cock’s head at her opening, and she could see how erotically her pussy lips stretched around his thick cock.

  The sight of him sliding into her pussy, combined with the pressure at her opening and the rolling aftershocks of her last orgasm, had her ready to come again.

  “Oh! Joaquin, I feel another one coming, please. Please!” She was swamped with lust and insanely turned on by the sight of his rigid cock disappearing into her tingling pussy, filling her so magnificently. “Fuck, she’s as tight as a fist,” Joaquin muttered, pressing in farther. Seeing for herself the way his cock slid inside her was a huge turn-on for her, even more so when it reappeared covered in her juices. Her pussy rippled around him as he slid in again.