Sparks Fly(Divine Creek Ranch 11)(23)

“Oh…You know I am, baby.” She was ready to do whatever they wanted to do, however they wanted to do it.

“On your knees, sweetheart,” Wes said before nodding at Evan, who immediately began undressing. Rosemary smiled, having an idea how this was going to go, and a thrill of anticipation rippled through her cunt. She bit her lip in delight as Wes helped her to her knees and unbuckled his belt. When he parted his fly she was delighted to find that he’d gone commando.

“Honey!” she cooed as she lifted his big, meaty erection from his jeans. “Yummy!”

Adoring him with her gaze, Rosemary licked the rigid, pulsing head and smiled when she felt a shudder run through his frame. She fondled his balls with her other hand as she stroked his length then licked him from root to tip. She wanted to bury her face in his groin and kiss him all over, but Wes’s abdomen was ticklish, so she resisted the urge. In his present dominating mood, she might get a spanking for it. While that wasn’t much of a threat to her, she wanted to keep doing what she was doing.

She felt Evan’s presence behind her as he came close, and she glanced in the mirror to her right. Her cunt clenched with excitement at seeing the three of them. Evan’s thick, muscular physique was so sexy, his cock standing up, dark red and rigid, as he positioned himself on his knees behind her. Sunlight from the store windows shone over the top of the half-door on the dressing room and made the pre-cum at the head of his cock glisten, and her mouth watered.

“Suck me, baby.” Wes’s voice was guttural as he drew her attention back to him.

A moan escaped her lips as Evan spread her pussy lips and pushed his big, hard cock into her slick channel with one stroke. Sucking as she moaned, Rosemary glanced again at the mirror, and her pussy drew up at the sight. Wes stood over her as she kneeled in front of him, so formidable, holding her hair back in one hand and guiding her head with the other hand, setting the rhythm for her, which was fine with her. She wanted to give him whatever he needed.

Evan was utterly hot as he flexed his hips and thrust his long, thick cock in another slow, deep stroke. “You feel so fucking good, Rosie.”

“Arch your back so Evan can see your pussy as you take his cock, baby.”

Rosemary complied with Wes’s command and moaned at the pure sensuality of their grouping in front of the mirror. Arching her back also made it easier for her to watch Evan’s cock slide into her cunt. She gripped his cock with her pussy muscles as he slid a hand around her hip and stroked his rough fingertips through her slippery pussy lips, finding and tormenting her clit until pulses rippled inside her and her body tensed for orgasm. Rosemary ground her hips back against him with each thrust.

“That’s right, Rosie. Ride my cock.” Evan trapped her clit between two fingers and began a new up-and-down motion, dragging her sensitive bud back and forth. Her mewling cries grew louder the closer she came to the edge. Wes’s breathing became erratic, and his strokes went deeper before he finally stopped her and she released him from her suctioning mouth.

Evan growled and wrapped his other arm around her torso, pulling her back to his chest. He held her tightly as his thrusts increased in force along with the stroking at her clit. Tension balled up inside Rosemary, and she ground against him, reveling in the sexy, wet sound of their flesh pounding together.

“That’s right, Rosie. Don’t hold back,” Evan whispered as she watched in the mirror again. He caught her gaze there and held it as Wes gripped the base of his shaft, delaying his release.

The clenching spasms began as Evan groaned deeply, and she threw her head back and cried out as the orgasm crested over her, her pussy squeezing Evan’s cock with a sensual rhythm until his own release hit a moment later. He pounded into her twice more and held her tight as his cum filled her pussy. He kissed her shoulder as he shuddered with aftershocks and caught his breath.

She sighed happily as she watched him withdraw his still partially erect cock from her dripping pussy and whispered to him, “I love you.”

Evan leaned forward and kissed her lips. “I love you too, Rosie. You make me a happy man. Get ready because I think Wes is about to give it to you rough.”

She giggled and bit her lip as her pussy convulsed in an aftershock at the thought.

Wes turned her so she faced the mirror she’d been watching and Evan was beside them, and Wes kneeled behind her. “Still your favorite position, baby?” Wes asked in a deep, gravelly voice as he drew her to him so her spread thighs were wide open and her knees were positioned outside of his. Her heart fluttered because she knew that he knew this was her favorite position with him behind her, pulled back against him with her thighs spread wide. He had complete control in this position, and she loved it for that reason. The only movement she had was what he allowed her with how tightly he held her to him. “Hmmm?”