Brokenhearted Beauty(Divine Creek Ranch 19)(21)

“Mmm-hmm,” she murmured as she reached for him. Her cheeks were flushed a beautiful rosy shade and her hazel eyes glowed.

“Are you sore?” he asked, as he laid gentle fingers on her sweet, hot pussy, watching for signs of discomfort as he stroked her. Instead she gasped and moved against him.

“I might feel tender in the morning but nothing hurts. Will you fuck me?” she asked breathlessly as he rubbed her clit between his fingers. “Oh, baby, please?”

Vincent lifted her knees, pushing them up high to her chest so she was spread wide for him and kneeled before her. “So beautiful. Luscious,” he murmured, glancing up at her to gauge her reaction. “You have a gorgeous cunt, doll. I enjoyed watching James fuck you. You get so wet, and pink and swollen. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. I want you so much, I ache with it.”

“I want you.” Her soft panting and the way her cunt clenched as he gave her clit another light stroke told him as much as her words had. She was ready for more.

His dick was so hard he didn’t even need to guide it as he held her knees in place and nudged her delicate, slick lips. The sensation was like a hot kiss to the most sensitive spot on his entire body and he took tight control of his urges, wanting to make this good for her.

She undulated against him, clearly trying to take him inside her or incite him to thrust. He grinned and pressed on her knees, pinning her to the bed. He stayed upright and arched his back, nudging her again and giving a slight push, just enough to give her an inch or so.

Her eyelids slid closed and the pleasure and anticipation on her face made his inner caveman beat his chest. He slid deeper with the next careful thrust, watching her face for signs of discomfort but her only reaction was a sigh and the clenching of her cunt around his cock. The heat, the softness, the tightness of her sexy body was going to kill him. He withdrew until just the head remained inside her and growled as he saw her slippery hot juices all over him, easing his way.

He sat back on his heels and released her knees, which she held on to, and he gripped the backs of her thighs and began a steady rhythm. He was enthralled, watching his sliding between her lips over and over. The pleasure of that sight was surpassed only by the sensation of her tight, hot clasp.

She whimpered and he stroked her clit, to help her along. A flush crept up her chest to her face as her honeyed cunt squeezed him like a fist. Her translucent juices covered his length as she came for him. Holding tight to his control, he rode each climactic wave with her and then released her legs, wanting to be closer to her when he came.

Eagerly, she wrapped her legs around his hips and he lowered his chest until her plush breasts were pressed against him. He braced his elbows on either side of her head and leaned down to kiss her as he continued fucking her with sure, slow strokes.

She moaned long and low as she lost control again, arching and writhing beneath him, taking what she needed with a keening cry that he felt in his soul. Making her feel this good had been his dream and his desire for a long time. Prolonging it until she believed she was their woman was his new goal.

“Does it feel good, doll?”

She nodded, and he saw the glimmer of tears in her eyes before she hid her face in the crook of his neck. “So good, Vincent, so good.”

“You like us fucking you?”

“I love it!”

“I want to fuck you every night for the rest of my life. Both of us do. So sweet, so perfect for us.”

She tightened her hold on him and moaned, and he felt the tension grow even tighter inside of her, her pussy trembling, on the brink. He moved a little higher above her so that her clit received more pressure and she wailed, her cunt going hot and liquid all around him.

Control deserted him and he fucked her hard, harder than he’d intended to the first time, drawing out her orgasm as his release erupted in a fiery explosion. His cum jetted from him in hot spurts inside her tight sheath. He thrust one last time, planting himself as deep as he could, willing her to take him, to take his brother, into her heart. To stay with them. To love them as they loved her.



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James watched Leah as she caught her breath, still wrapped up in Vincent’s embrace. He wondered what thoughts went through her mind as Vincent lifted his chest off of her and looked down at her and stroked her temple.

Her eyelids drooped as she smiled up at him. She caressed Vincent’s chest and James’s heart throbbed as she reached out for him, too, including him in the moment. In a husky voice, she whispered, “Thank you.”

Both men chuckled as she quite literally conked out, just as she’d said. After disposing of the condoms, they slid in on either side of her and James was struck by the serenity of the moment as they pulled the covers up over her and cuddled around her.