by Kelly Dawson
So this was what it was like to have two husbands. My head swam. Two pairs of hand touching my body. Two sets of thick thighs sandwiching mine. Two huge cocks about to invade my body. A hot wave of need rushed through me.
“Please,” I begged.
“Please what?” Shane asked in a teasing voice. “Tell us what you want.”
“I want you,” I gasped. “Both of you. To…” I couldn’t say the word.
“You want us to what?”
“I want you to… to…” my face flamed. My men waited, their cocks held there, against me, teasing. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Like this?” Slowly, Shane pressed just the tip of his cock inside me, giving me just a taste of what was to come.
“Yes!” I cried, grinding my pelvis against him. “Please!”
Shane obliged me. In a single movement, he slid inside me easily, right to the hilt and I clenched around him, rocking my hips a bit, showing him what I wanted.
“And like this?” Roscoe asked, pressing his cock against my tight entrance, making me freeze.
“Yes,” I whispered, not daring to breathe.
I gasped at the fiery burn of Roscoe’s cock stretching my forbidden hole wide. He was so much bigger than the plug! The burning intensified as he entered me slowly, gently, and I held my breath.
“Push back against me,” Roscoe commanded in a harsh whisper and I did, whimpering as he sunk deep inside me, burying his cock in me completely. The burning eased, replaced by a delicious fullness. My men held themselves still, letting me get used to the feel of two cocks. One in each hole. Filling me. Claiming me.
“Ours,” Roscoe growled, squeezing the fleshy part of my bottom, rocking inside me.
I cried out with desperate, aching need at the sensations that zipped through me.
Shane withdrew then pulled me towards him, sliding me forwards off Roscoe’s cock, filling my pussy. I groaned at the emptiness. Then he pushed me backwards, Roscoe’s cock impaling me fully again, leaving my pussy empty, bereft. First one hole then the other, one full, the other empty. The sensations ripping through me got stronger and stronger with each thrust, each filling, each emptying.
They fucked me in tandem, building up a rhythm – forward, back, forward, back – taking me alternately, first filling my pussy, then my bottom, but never both at once. Tormenting me. The movements getting faster and faster. My moans and whimpers getting louder and louder with each thrust.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I could only feel. The double penetration doubled the exquisite sensations within me and I felt like I was flying. They fucked me faster and faster, harder, more urgently, threatening to make the molten lava within me erupt. A scream of pleasure rose up inside me, getting stronger with every movement my men made as they claimed me possessively, in the most primal of ways.
My husbands were in charge. They fucked me as they wished – they set the pace, they decided how much to fill me - and I stayed helpless between them, unable to do anything but take what they gave me, every cell of my body begging for more.
Then the rhythm changed and instead of alternating, both men withdrew at once, leaving me empty, open to their gaze. Then, together, they slammed back inside me, both at the same time, claiming me completely. They withdrew again, leaving just the very tips of their cocks inside me, waiting for my tormented moan before they filled me again. Over and over and over.
“Do you like being fucked like this?” Shane asked, arousal turning his voice to gravel.
“Yes!” I cried, wanting more, more.
“This is what it means to be ours,” Roscoe said, as my men filled me completely again.
“Yes!” I cried again as my men held my hips and moved, their cocks leaving me and filling me with long, deep, slow strokes. Each powerful thrust taking me closer and closer to the edge of the abyss where I knew I could fly.
Together, they withdrew and sunk deep into me again, Shane fingered my swollen clit and Roscoe slapped my bottom lightly and the sensations overwhelmed me, my mind completely shredded. I let out the scream that had been building within me as Roscoe groaned and Shane shuddered, filling me with their seed, the earth shattering around us. Hot liquid shot into me, mixing with the heat that already burned in my core, lifting me up and flying me away. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, again and again, each wave growing more intense.
The earth exploded for a long time, stars orbiting in front of my eyes and my whole body pulsed and shook. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. I knew only that intense happiness rushed through me, and I was safe. Safe in the arms of my men.
Epilogue
ROSCOE
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Twelve Months Later
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I stood in the doorway of our cabin and watched our beautiful wife rub a hand over her swollen belly. Full with our child. I longed to wrap my arms around her from behind, place my hand on her tummy and feel the movement, the kicking, of our son or daughter. But she hadn’t noticed me yet, so for now, I would just watch. The sunlight streaming in the open door made her golden hair gleam. Today she’d left it unpinned, tumbling wildly over her shoulders, just the way Shane and I liked it.
I’d just come in from the fields, from checking on my crops. The harvest would be bountiful this year, perhaps the best I’d ever had. Bridgewater soil was good for growing. The flourishing vegetable garden Emma had helped Elise establish behind the cabin was proof of that. Elise took great pride in preparing us simple dishes she had prepared, following Emma’s recipes, with food she had grown herself. And we enjoyed eating them.
Shane would be home soon, too. He was hard at work in the smithy we had rebuilt. His reputation as a blacksmith was known all over this part of the Montana Territory and business was brisk. He almost had more work than he could handle and would soon have to hire a boy to help him. But we liked to eat the midday meal together and it was almost noon so, as busy as he was, he would put it aside for a while.
My eyes were drawn to the pile of baby gowns stacked on a chair in the corner. Elise had been busy sewing, and so had some of the other ladies of Bridgewater. A baby was thought of as a blessing in this community, and our baby was no different. He or she would certainly be well loved.
Yesterday I’d brought Elise the news that Roger Yates was dead. She hadn’t wanted to know how he died. Just knowing that he was dead was enough, she said. She could breathe easy now: she was safe. She hadn’t asked about her brother. Maybe, in her mind, he was dead too.
The headline called him ‘one of Philadelphia’s wealthiest men’ but Shane and I were the rich ones. We had Elise. For an accidental bride, she was turning out to be an excellent wife. She had quickly learned all the skills she needed to survive, and thrive, out here, and she took care of Shane and I well, both physically and sexually. No matter how often we took her, she was always eager for more.
I entered the kitchen. Immediately, Elise turned, saw me, and smiled. Love shone in her eyes. She came to me, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me full on the lips. She ground her pelvis against me, making it clear what she wanted.
“You are insatiable!” I pretended to scold, but I wasn’t cross. I could never be cross with such a willing woman.
“I can’t help it if you please me so,” she said, happiness and laughter clear in her voice.
Yes, I thought. Shane and I were definitely the rich ones. Elise had enriched our lives immeasurably.
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USA Today Bestselling Author Kelly Dawson is an erotic romance writer from the very bottom of the world – the South Island of New Zealand, to be exact. She lives with her very own romance novel hero husband and four awesome kids.
Her love of horses and cowboys also flows through to her books. She grew up loving them – probably thanks to her father who introduced her to rodeos, western movies and western books at a young age and got her a pony when she was 10.
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Also by Kelly Dawson
Historical Westerns
The Gunslinger’s Woman
The Ways of the West (Book 1)
The Code of the West (Book 2)
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New Zealand Daddies series
Daddy Takes the Reins (Book 1)
Daddies Take Control (Book 2)
Daddy Takes Command (Book 3)
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Standalone romance
Obeying Daddy
High Country Daddies
Daddy’s Belt
Daddy’s Whip (co-written with Loki Renard)
Taking His Human Bride
Bracken Ridge
