Her Cowboy Doms(53)

“Do you want to see?” asked Destin.

She nodded. A moment later the blindfold was gone. Blinded by the light at first, she managed to peek open her eyes until they became used to the overhead brilliance.

“You’re doing great, sub.” Destin, his body magnificent, as he moved between her legs, smiled at her, then patted the side of her butt. “Wrap your legs around me.”

Her body shook, the urgency of her desire coursing through her, taking away the control only they could command from her.

Paul removed the gag from her mouth. “I think you’ve had this on long enough.”

“Me, too.” She worked her jaw back and forth, loosening the stiffness that had started to set in.

Paul reached over to the nightstand and the ice bucket resting on top. He scooped up an ice cube, then placed it on top of her smooth mound. “This is going to melt faster than it would in the Sahara desert.”

She let out a yelp that felt so good. The sting of the cold burst into her, fighting against the fire in her pussy. Taking hold of her legs, Destin surged his cock inside her, then pumped his cock in and out as the tiny stream of water slipped over her pussy lips.

“Shit. I wanted to take longer, but I can’t wait. Push her onto her side.”

Destin groaned, but did as Paul wanted. She shifted, feeling the way his cock moved inside her, brushing over the spongy spot that would send her into orbit. She gritted her teeth and held back the orgasm that pushed at her limits.

“Remember to breathe, baby.” Paul moved behind her, then spread the lube over her skin. “I love your ass.”

It was a different kind of cold than the icy feeling as he worked his finger around her tight hole, then inside to loosen her walls. His gaze settled on her, just as Destin’s had, and she could see the love in their eyes.

But will they ever say the words?

The sound of the tube of lube being squeezed echoed loudly in the room as Paul massaged the gel onto his cock.

Destin leaned over her, paused as his face neared hers, then pressed his lips to hers. She kissed him back, giving it every ounce of love she had. If they never said the words, it wouldn’t matter. She could feel their love and she’d make sure they could feel hers.

Paul pushed his cock inside her ass just as Destin rammed his cock inside her with a grunt. Together they pumped into her, slamming her body between them. Her soft sounds mimicked theirs as the wild storm whirled its way to its highest point. She wouldn’t hold out for much longer.

“Please, Master Paul. Please, Master Destin.”

In the back of her mind, she rejoiced that their names, the terms of respect, came so easily to her.

“Please what, baby?” Paul’s body was tense as he, too, held onto the edge.

“Turn me loose so I can touch you. Then fuck me and make me come.”

Paul undid the rope that held her cuffs to the head of the bed, but kept the cuffs around her wrists. She didn’t care. At least she could run her fingers over their skin.

As her fingertips played over Destin’s chest, reveling in the way his chest and stomach muscles moved, she tried to rock her hips and push her butt against Paul, but it was as useless as crawling into a mountain’s crevice and trying to split it in half.

Destin massaged her clit, then pounded into her again, a man with a mission to bring her to a climax. Paul increased his moves, working faster, harder as he gripped her ass.

She threw her head back in a silent scream, unable to stop the rise of the storm cloud. When her climax hit, she was washed away as the cream gushed from her. Holding her hands against her chest as though in a sexual prayer, she closed her eyes and let it take her.

The men’s groans followed her cry, their bodies tensing then shoving against her once more as they came. Shuddering, she closed her eyes, felt their cum inside her, and tried to hold on to it.



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A short time later, she grew aware of her surroundings again. Paul and Destin were dressed and had covered her body with the bedspread. She smiled at them as they sat on either side of her.

“I’m going to start worrying if I keep blacking out after sex.”

Paul stroked her hair. The caress was tender, caring.

“It’s not unusual with the kind of sex we have.” His eyes filled with concern. “But you’re all right?”

“I’m fine.” She sat up, bringing the bedspread along to cover her breasts. “Terrific.”

“That’s good because we have something important to discuss.”

Alarm snaked its way into her stomach. “Are you saying we need to talk?”

Both of them gave her a confused look. Destin was the first to understand what she’d meant. “Hell, no. At least not that kind of talk.”