Love Under Two Montanans [The Lusty, Texas Collection] by Cara Covington (feel good novels TXT) 📕

to drive, thrusting up into her in a slower but more forceful rhythm than she’d used. Every push into her canal made her shiver in delight, and every tiny grind of his pelvis rubbed her clit against the hair that anchored his cock.

It wouldn’t take her long to come, not long at all.

And then Dale slid his fingers between the cheeks of her ass, stroking over her anus, his lube-coated fingers and the slight pressure he gave working together to make her arousal climb higher and then higher still.

I’m so horny I should already be coming. But her body knew who was in charge, and her body waited. Knowing what was coming, it waited and reveled in the journey of arousal.

This horniness itself felt incredible, a high like no other. She had no power here, could do nothing about drawing her own climax to her. She couldn’t rush the moment. No, this orgasm had a life of its own, a will of its own, and Jenny could only feel. She could only take what she was given, relish it, and enjoy.

She felt vulnerable and yet invincible at the same time.

“I’m going to come inside you, baby. Don’t come. Not yet. Hold it off.”

Parker’s tone sent another wave of aching pleasure racing through her and took her arousal to a level she hadn’t known existed. His grasp on her hips as he thrust his cock into her and the stroking of Dale’s fingers on and then in her anus wrapped together into one sensation, expanding her capacity to rise.

His cock hardened and heated within her, and the pleasure of having him there, a part of her, somehow eclipsed the electric sizzle of impending climax, taking the emphasis off the physical in favor of the emotional. And in that instant, in that moment, Parker shouted as his cock pulsed, ejaculating within the haven of her body. This was what she’d always yearned for, not just to be loved, but to love—to shelter, to protect, to envelop. She always longed to nurture.

“So fucking good.” Parker lifted her just enough that his cock slid out of her. She’d felt him come, and the fact he was still semi-hard amazed her. His hands cupped her face, and he kissed her. Reverence, gratitude, his kiss encompassed those two emotions. His kiss loved her.

Dale’s fingers moved in and out of her sphincter, fucking her, swirling within her, stretching her, and Jenny groaned. She pushed back against the incredible intrusion, needing even more.

His fingers withdrew and his hands bracketed her hips and lifted her slightly. Then he came forward, his condom-covered cock pressing against her rosebud.

“Stop me if you need to, sweetheart.”

I won’t need to. She didn’t say the words because she knew how these men would react to that. She didn’t lie, either. She gave an inarticulate moan—a sound she thought let him know how badly she needed him—and then she pressed back to help him get his cock inside her.

Dale edged closer and then leaned into her. He kissed her shoulder as he began to penetrate her anus. He used tiny thrusts, and Jenny likened his movements to miniature bounces. She nearly laughed, thinking he’d bounce his way into her ass.

The pressure of his cock turned to a burning as his cock began to spread her sphincter. The burning edged into pain as she felt herself open. The pain hurt but didn’t. It called, it lured, it seduced. The pain coaxed her into pushing back even harder. And then his cockhead was past those stubborn muscles, and his cock slid slowly into her to the hilt.

“Oh…oh….yes, it’s…” She couldn’t find the words. The pain had evolved, become something other. There was only need and greed and an undeniable compulsion. “More. I need…fuck me!”

“Damn, baby, hold…ah, hell.” Dale began to move in her, to ease partway out and then thrust home again. And again and again, and she helped him, grunting, grasping, needing all of him, needing all of what he gave her.

“She’s dripping her honey all over me,” Parker said.

The words didn’t stay because she couldn’t take her focus off this moment, this wonderful, mutual moment that had shot her beyond arousal.

A hand slid down her abdomen, and then she felt fingers on her clit, brushing and pushing.

“Now, baby! Come now!” Dale’s ragged demand snapped the chains holding her back, the chains holding her down and keeping her on this planet. They shattered, and so did she. Screaming, coming, their names on her lips as, for a few amazing heartbeats of time, Jenny Collins touched a rapture so enormous, so perfect, it had to be the edge of heaven.

Jenny didn’t know how much time had passed. She sort of recalled Dale leaving her then returning and using a warm, damp cloth on her. Caring for her, as these men inevitably did. Then nestling close, drawing up the covers…and that was the last she could remember.

She opened her eyes to darkness. Wow, I must have conked right out. Behind her, Dale spooned her, the sound of his breathing, slow and deep, telling her he was sound asleep. Her head rested on Parker’s chest, with her right hand splayed beside her face. His arm cradled her shoulder, and his hand lightly caressed her hair.

“Did I wake you, baby?”

She grinned. “No, I have to pee. And I need to shower.”

She bounced on him as he silently chuckled. She couldn’t help but smile in return.

“Dale showered just after you dropped off. We didn’t want to wake you.” He moved gently, withdrawing his arm then easing the blankets off them. He picked up his cell phone and showed her the time. It was just after two thirty in the morning.

Parker stood and extended a hand to her. “Come, sweet Jenny. I’ll meet you in the shower.”

She took care of her most pressing need then stepped into the large glass enclosure. The water, warm and plentiful, rained down. Jenny sighed and let herself embrace this luxury.

Parker used foam-covered hands on her breasts,