Her Cowboy Doms(12)

Please. Just one night. Let me forget.

“Sit on me, sugar.”

Twisting around, Georgia threw her leg over Destin and lowered her crotch to his. He had her bra off in one move, then took hold of her breasts and pushed them against his face. She moaned and laid her head back as she began rocking her hips backward and forward, rubbing her crotch against his erect cock.

She had her answer to her question. They went commando style.

Cream flooded from her pussy, wetting her panties and her jeans. Destin sucked on her nipple and pinched the other one, sending quick flashes of pain.

She’d felt pain before, real and burning, but the pain he gave her was different. Welcomed. Sinful and deliciously decadent.

“Good girl. Now let’s take care of your jeans.” Paul popped open the top button, then yanked down the zipper. He moved beside her, kissing her bare shoulders as Destin fondled her breasts. Pushing aside her jean flaps, his fingers slipped lower, going under the prim and proper white undies to find her smooth mons. Destin grumbled his complaint, but she silenced him when she brought her nipple back to his mouth.

Paul plunged his fingers between her folds, stunning and thrilling her at the same time. The pressure of Paul’s finger captured between her pussy and Destin’s cock created an even greater urge. Rubbing her clit, Paul pushed at her aching bud.

She closed her eyes, concentrating on the delicious ascent of her rising whirlwind. Rocking faster, she moaned and held her head back, letting her hair spill over her shoulders. It had been far too long since she’d felt the churning, the unwavering rise of desire ripping throughout her body.

Without warning, her climax took hold and sent her flying. The car might have been traveling seventy miles an hour, but she was going much faster.

She moaned again and rocked slower, harder as the orgasm shuddered through her. It hurt to keep going and yet to stop would’ve torn her apart in a different way. She felt Destin’s erection stiffen and lengthen even more, and she longed to shove his cock inside her. He tugged her jeans over her rounded butt, then groped her butt, kneading it like a loaf of dough.

What she was doing was insane. And yet, she loved it more than she could say.

The yank, hard and painful, on her hair had her crying out. But that pain was nothing to the agony she felt when Paul took his hand from her crotch. Channeling his fingers through her hair, he yanked her away from Destin. She fell in between them, confused and not a little angry that he’d made her stop.

“Good, Georgia. Sit between us and take your jeans down to your ankles, but leave your panties up.”

She struggled to pull her jeans down and was thankful when Destin caught her as the car swerved, rocking her to the side.

“Keep your eyes on the road, driver,” warned Paul.

“That’s it, sugar.” Destin brushed his palm along her leg, setting up a firestorm of sensations.

She couldn’t have said why she was doing what they wanted. Other than it was exactly what she’d dreamed of.

“Spread your legs, Georgia,” ordered Paul.

She did, her gaze once more catching the cabbie’s in the mirror. His watching them turned her on more than ever. Would she regret it in the morning? Was it happening because she’d had too much to drink? Yet at that moment, she knew the desire overtaking her had sobered her up. She wouldn’t be able to blame the drink tomorrow. No, she was doing it because she wanted to.

“Sugar, you’re not listening.”

She blinked, taking her gaze from Destin’s large cock and up to his face. “And if I don’t want to?”

His smile could’ve turned ice to water. “You want to. You know you do.” He took her hair and forced her to keep her attention on him. “Whether you want to admit it or not, you want us to take charge. Give up the control, sugar. Now do as my brother said.”

He was so commanding, so in charge, so…manly. She had no other option but to obey.

“Spread your legs.”

She scrunched down in the seat and did as they’d told her. Why was she letting them tell her what to do? Everything about it was wrong, but it felt so right. It was as though they held a spell over her, making her powerless to refuse.

“Pleasure yourself, Georgia. Go on. I want to see your fingers covered with your cream.”

Whether it was Paul’s tone, the sound of his voice, or the words he’d spoken, she couldn’t have said. The only constant was her desire to please them. She let her legs fall to the side, then laid her palm flat against her stomach and eased it underneath her panties.

The only thing she would’ve changed would’ve been her undies. Working as a policewoman meant she always wore plain, unsexy underwear. She always opted for the simply unadorned white bra and panties. Yet now that two deliriously sexy men were watching her, their attentive gazes locked on her crotch, she wished she had on a pair of lacy briefs. They wouldn’t have had to be anything fancy. Anything would’ve been better than what she was wearing.