Quint dragged Carter close until their bodies bumped. Carter wrapped his fingers around both of their thick shafts and pumped.
Bella moaned and strained at her bindings. Quint’s mouth was scorching as he kissed a path over Carter’s chest. Then he dragged his beard upward until their lips collided in a crash of epic proportions.
“Oh God,” Bella murmured. There was a violent creak of the fence, and then she was free somehow. Carter barely had a chance to chuckle at the fact Quint had tied a half-assed rope so she could free herself and join in.
They opened their arms for her, but she dropped to her knees and parted her lips for their cocks. A growl of pleasure rushed up from the depths of Carter’s being as they took turns sinking their cocks into her sweet, hot mouth. A glow coated her skin, and he wanted nothing more than to strip her and bend her over the fence.
But he was too close. Quint too. Their breathing was fraught with need. Bella’s little whimpers didn’t help. When she opened her jaws wide and took them at the same time, her cheeks bulging with their cocks, he couldn’t hold back another second.
Come rushed up from his balls. Spurts jetted from him, and Quint’s primal groan let him know he was coming too. Bella tipped her head back to take them further. Gripping his cock at the base, Carter pulled free and finished on the crests of her round breasts. Painting her, marking her as his.
Quint followed suit, hips jerking with his release. He spurted over her breasts too, and she blinked up at them, a pleading in her eyes.
“Oh yeah, sweetheart. You’ll get your turn.” Carter gave his cock one last pump then drew her to her feet and kissed her, tasting their combined flavors. He never wanted to let either of his lovers go.
*
“Grab that rope,” Quint instructed Carter. He didn’t take his gaze from Bella’s. She was too lovely to tear his gaze away from, all soft and compliant. Her lips rosy and swollen from sucking their cocks. They’d cleaned up her breasts with her ruined top, but a sheen of their essence gleamed under the afternoon sun.
Carter held out the rope, and Quint closed his fingers over the end without even looking at it. He drew the frayed ends to Bella’s nipples, which had accidentally popped from her bra after Carter had destroyed it.
The garment lay in tatters on the dirt ground next to a few buttons. They’d have to be careful not to rip up any more pieces of clothing or she’d be going back to her trailer wrapped in a feed sack.
The idea held appeal, he had to admit. She’d look gorgeous in one.
Her rough gasps fed the fire of need inside him. She might try to run from them, but she kept running back into their open arms. Whatever was holding her up from investing emotionally, they’d work through it—together.
He unfastened her jeans and shimmied them down her hips. With her clothing around her ankles and her thighs spread as far as she could, he took the edge of the rope and skimmed her clit with it.
A light, teasing touch that ripped a cry from her.
“Shh, darlin’. We don’t want anybody to come running.”
“You’re going to…have to…gag me,” she ground out.
“Mmm, not a problem.” Quint took a clean handkerchief from his back pocket and fastened the gag around her mouth. Carter stared up at her wide, bright eyes and continued his torment.
Circling her clit. Each hemp strand catching on her swollen nubbin. Teasing the edges. Caressing the small hood covering her core. Using a forefinger, he pressed the hood back and grazed that spot.
She shook, juices squeezing from her pussy.
“She smells like candy. I can’t do this very long before I taste her,” Carter warned his other lover.
Quint started kissing her neck and reached around her body to pinch and twist her nipples. She rocked into both of their touches. Her body was strung as tight as an instruments, and damn, he loved playing her.
If ropin’ and ridin’ were his first
Bella moaned and strained at her bindings. Quint’s mouth was scorching as he kissed a path over Carter’s chest. Then he dragged his beard upward until their lips collided in a crash of epic proportions.
“Oh God,” Bella murmured. There was a violent creak of the fence, and then she was free somehow. Carter barely had a chance to chuckle at the fact Quint had tied a half-assed rope so she could free herself and join in.
They opened their arms for her, but she dropped to her knees and parted her lips for their cocks. A growl of pleasure rushed up from the depths of Carter’s being as they took turns sinking their cocks into her sweet, hot mouth. A glow coated her skin, and he wanted nothing more than to strip her and bend her over the fence.
But he was too close. Quint too. Their breathing was fraught with need. Bella’s little whimpers didn’t help. When she opened her jaws wide and took them at the same time, her cheeks bulging with their cocks, he couldn’t hold back another second.
Come rushed up from his balls. Spurts jetted from him, and Quint’s primal groan let him know he was coming too. Bella tipped her head back to take them further. Gripping his cock at the base, Carter pulled free and finished on the crests of her round breasts. Painting her, marking her as his.
Quint followed suit, hips jerking with his release. He spurted over her breasts too, and she blinked up at them, a pleading in her eyes.
“Oh yeah, sweetheart. You’ll get your turn.” Carter gave his cock one last pump then drew her to her feet and kissed her, tasting their combined flavors. He never wanted to let either of his lovers go.
*
“Grab that rope,” Quint instructed Carter. He didn’t take his gaze from Bella’s. She was too lovely to tear his gaze away from, all soft and compliant. Her lips rosy and swollen from sucking their cocks. They’d cleaned up her breasts with her ruined top, but a sheen of their essence gleamed under the afternoon sun.
Carter held out the rope, and Quint closed his fingers over the end without even looking at it. He drew the frayed ends to Bella’s nipples, which had accidentally popped from her bra after Carter had destroyed it.
The garment lay in tatters on the dirt ground next to a few buttons. They’d have to be careful not to rip up any more pieces of clothing or she’d be going back to her trailer wrapped in a feed sack.
The idea held appeal, he had to admit. She’d look gorgeous in one.
Her rough gasps fed the fire of need inside him. She might try to run from them, but she kept running back into their open arms. Whatever was holding her up from investing emotionally, they’d work through it—together.
He unfastened her jeans and shimmied them down her hips. With her clothing around her ankles and her thighs spread as far as she could, he took the edge of the rope and skimmed her clit with it.
A light, teasing touch that ripped a cry from her.
“Shh, darlin’. We don’t want anybody to come running.”
“You’re going to…have to…gag me,” she ground out.
“Mmm, not a problem.” Quint took a clean handkerchief from his back pocket and fastened the gag around her mouth. Carter stared up at her wide, bright eyes and continued his torment.
Circling her clit. Each hemp strand catching on her swollen nubbin. Teasing the edges. Caressing the small hood covering her core. Using a forefinger, he pressed the hood back and grazed that spot.
She shook, juices squeezing from her pussy.
“She smells like candy. I can’t do this very long before I taste her,” Carter warned his other lover.
Quint started kissing her neck and reached around her body to pinch and twist her nipples. She rocked into both of their touches. Her body was strung as tight as an instruments, and damn, he loved playing her.
If ropin’ and ridin’ were his first
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