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LLucy’s Revenge(Divine Creek Ranch 15)(55)



Patrick stroked her hips, a wonderful, comforting feeling, as he lined the head of his cock up with her opening and slid in a fraction. Patrick had a big cock but he felt positively huge because her pussy was swollen with arousal and from their vigorous activity the night before. He growled as he thrust again. “Damn, you’re so tight and hot, baby. Tell me if I hurt you.”

She made a negative sound and bucked her hips at him, letting him know she wanted more. Wanted all he could give her. She swallowed on Beck’s head as he thrust and he cried out, sounding close to coming. A second later, Patrick thrust again and reached around her hip to stroke her clit while he fucked her. Beck played with her nipples, creating another fiery pathway of sensation inside her.

They moved together in a slow sexual dance, pleasing each other, and it wasn’t long before the happy certainty of those first flickers of orgasm filled her. She crested, moaning loudly as she came undone, sucking Beck’s cock as her pussy quivered and contracted on Patrick’s cock. The vibration from the noise she made set off Beck’s release.

“Baby! I’m coming!” Beck cried out, sounding so vulnerable, as his seed spurted from his cock in hot streams and she swallowed, taking all of his cum. Patrick gasped and rammed his cock into her over and over, driving her wild and prolonging her climax as she anticipated his. He groaned in ecstasy as he wound his arms around her tightly and stilled, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he filled her pussy with his cum.

“Fuck, yes,” he ground out as he braced a hand on the floor and moaned in satisfaction.

“Damn, that was good,” Beck said with a groan as he fell back against the couch.

Lucy’s body vibrated and pulsed with release and pleasure as she slumped against Beck’s thighs, still kneeling on the throw pillow. The redolent scent of sweaty, satisfying sex hovered in the air.

Patrick winced as he crawled back to the couch and flopped on it, pulling her up with him. “I think Beck’s right. We do need some nice thick area rugs in here.”

“Yes. Maybe something we could lie on, too?” Lucy asked.

Patrick looked around the room speculatively. “The only furniture I’ve bought recently was the new bed. I cleaned a shit ton of stuff out of the house yesterday. I have money set aside for purchases like that. We could go shopping for area rugs and some comfortable furniture for in here.”

“One of those big recliners that more than one person can sit on would be awesome,” she suggested, feeling her cheeks heat up.

Beck chuckled as he pulled his boxers back on and helped her button her shirt back up. “Just to sit on? I’ll bet Juicy Lucy is imagining us having sex on it.”

Patrick chuckled. “Why not?”

Lucy stilled and looked at Patrick seriously as he put his underwear back on. “Don’t feel like you have to do that on my account, Patrick. I don’t want you to spend all your money to make things…”

“More comfortable for the three of us? Why not, Lucy? I don’t mind. And it wouldn’t just be for us. I’ve been thinking about getting Patrick Junior one of those fancy bunk bed setups anyway. I have a feeling he’d be in hog heaven if he knew you might be spending more time over here. Beck, too.”

“Of course, but if things don’t…”

“Don’t what? Work out?” At her nod, he continued. “You know what? I’m tired of living my life looking forward to the better days coming. I’m tired of wondering what if this doesn’t work out between us. I’m going to work toward ensuring it does.”

“But your family. You know what they’ll say, especially because of Patrick Junior.”

“You’re right. They’ll have plenty to say. But I love Patrick Junior and he loves the two of you. I want to make a good life for him here but I want it to include you. Maybe it’ll be even better than we imagined. We’ll deal with my family one step at a time.”

“Okay,” Lucy said with a smile as they got up from the couch and went into the kitchen. Lucy was kissing Beck, and Patrick was pouring coffee when they heard a rattle at the front door. Lucy’s jaw dropped in shock and she looked at Patrick as they listened to the front door open.

“Hello! Patrick! Hello, hello, hello! You here? Your truck’s outside so I’m assuming you’re inside.”

A tingle shot down Lucy’s spine when she recognized the Texan-accented voice entering the living room and mortification filled her with the woman’s next softly spoken words. “What’s been going on in here?” The peeved tone erased any doubt that she didn’t know what they’d been up to. Their private, tender moment had just been violated and made sordid.