Brokenhearted Beauty(Divine Creek Ranch 19)(101)

She murmured her approval when he pulled out and the bed wiggled as he got into position behind her.

Vincent clasped her hips with both hands and maneuvered her as he arched his back, positioning his cock so the head nudged at her, slipping into her creamy entrance.

James made an approving noise as he watched them from behind.

Smiling, Leah arched her back and swirled her hips, taking Vincent deeper with each stroke, gasping as James stroked her ass cheek. “Sweet, sinful little temptress. That’s what you are, Leah. You love for us to watch as we fuck you and talk dirty to you, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“I love those words,” Vincent said with a chuckle as he thrust beneath her, sliding ever deeper until his thick length was buried inside her, stretching her with his girth, driving her to move against him until James stopped her.

“Just relax, honey. Once we get started, I doubt we’ll be able to hold out long so give Vincent a chance to get control. You feel so good to us. It’s hard to stay cool when you move so sexy like that.”

Heat filled her cheeks at his sweet words and she felt like the temptress he’d called her. Arching a little, she did her best to relax the muscles in her thighs and bottom as he rubbed the broad, hot head of his cock against her clenching ass. Vincent stroking her back helped her settle and she moaned as James placed a hand on her lower back and began a series of slow, gentle thrusting motions.

Perspiration broke out over her skin as each thrust claimed a little more of her ass. He slowed as her panting became high pitched and the pleasurable burn grew until pain and pleasure balanced evenly. He stroked her back as he waited without withdrawing for her sign. She let out a long sigh and pushed back a little against his head and ground her hips until he slipped past the last of her resistance.

She breathed out. “Oh, yes, James. Yes.”

James began thrusting and Leah couldn’t resist moving in counterpoint with him. With each sensual motion, he slid deeper. Vincent flexed his hips and soon the three of them were panting and whimpering with the sheer ecstasy of being joined together.

The pleasure grew like a storm gathering intensity until she felt her control slip away. They grasped her at her hips and shoulders, curling around her, enclosing her in their heat and warmth as her movements grew wilder. Her clit throbbed with each movement, pulsing as the storm grew into a tempest.

“Harder! Fuck me harder!” she cried, no longer caring about gentleness, wanting—needing—to be consumed between them. James’s thrusts grew harder and he gathered her hair into his fist as he growled in her ear. “Take me. Take all of it, Leah.”

Vincent trembled beneath her, arching his back as he grasped her hips harder and fucked her until they both had the bed shaking with each movement. The tension turned tighter until she thought she would fly apart. She looked down and the joy she saw in his beautiful green eyes was her undoing.

The gale burgeoning inside of her exploded and her exultant cry erupted as pleasure coursed through her in deep waves. She’d never felt such bliss.

Vincent bit his lip and she knew the moment his orgasm struck because his grip tightened on her hips and his jaw went rigid. His soft groan grew into an agonized cry as he stilled and his cock jerked deep inside her cunt. “Yes!”

James’s chest was hot as he wrapped his arms around her torso and held her to him tightly for his final thrusts. He buried his face in her shoulder and groaned, a soul-wrenching sound as his cock pulsed deep in her ass, filling her with his seed. His breath puffed against her shoulder as he clutched her to him, quivering as he caught his breath.

He stroked her shoulder some minutes later and he leaned forward to look into her eyes. “Are you okay?”

Even the air she pulled into her lungs felt good as she smiled, not caring that her hair was plastered to her cheek and his as she smiled at him. “I’m not okay. I’m so much more. Wonderful. Stupendous. Gloriously okay.”

He chuckled softly. “I worry about being rough with you. I think I held you hard enough to leave marks, honey.”

“I won’t mind. If I see them, it will remind me of tonight. I will smile, trust me on that, baby.” She let out a replete sigh and then moaned as he slowly pulled from her ass.

“I need to dispose of the condom. Don’t go anywhere.”

“No danger of that, handsome,” she said with a chuckle as she snuggled down onto Vincent’s chest.

“Mmm, so soft,” Vincent murmured, sounding like he was already drifting toward sleep as he wrapped his arms around her. He opened his eyes and looked down at her. “Worn out?”

She shook her head and then giggled as she yawned. “I’ll be ready for round two when you are, big boy,” she replied as she slowly squeezed him with her pussy muscles, eliciting a happy growl from him as he thrust against her.