Page 182 of Dusty Spur Ranch Cowboys

His fingers tighten just enough to keep me there, and the sensation only leaves me wanting more.

Emmett slides a hand into my hair and pulls my head back until he can reach my mouth. He kisses me upside down, messy and demanding, his tongue taking everything.

I moan straight into him because I’m too far gone to care about anything except the way the three of them make me feel.

Behind me, Willy drives into me harder with every thrust, his pace falling apart as need takes over, each stroke rougher than the last until pleasure tears through me so hard my whole body clenches around him.

The aftershocks race from my hips through my legs, and I can’t keep my eyes open. Holding myself upright feels impossible.

Red’s voice cuts across the room. “Turn her.”

Willy eases me upright while Emmett lowers his hand from my mouth, and for the first time since they bent me over the bed, I’m facing Red.

“Let me see her come.”

The rough edge in his words twists through me as Emmett covers my mouth with his hand, muffling every broken sound that spills out.

Heat floods every nerve in my body while Willy slips free of me, only to haul me upright against his chest the next heartbeat.

His fist buries itself in my hair, turning my head aside before he bites down on my shoulder, claiming me hard enough to send another violent shudder ripping through me.

The orgasm crashes over me without warning, fierce enough to wrench a scream from my throat even behind Emmett’s hand.

Willy pulls out just before he comes, his breathing ragged as he spills across my lower back in thick, hot ropes. A broken grunt escapes him with every pulse, and feeling him coat my skin sends another wave through me, leaving my body clenching around emptiness while every part of me still aches for more.

Across the room, Red finally frees himself from his jeans and wraps both hands around his cock, stroking himself while he watches us without blinking. He still doesn’t move closer, but the grip of his hands is so tight his knuckles have gone pale.

The tip is flushed and wet, a bead of precum catching the dim light, and I want to crawl across the room to him on bruised knees. Willy keeps me tucked tightly against him instead, his arms locked around me while he presses damp kisses against the bite mark blooming on my shoulder.

Emmett drops back onto the mattress with his shoulders against the headboard, then catches my chin and guides me over him until I’m straddling his lap with my knees planted on either side of his thighs.

His cock stands thick, curved, and already leaking, leaving a wet streak across my stomach before he reaches between us, lines himself up, and drives inside me.

He doesn’t ease me onto him or wait for me to adjust. He fills me in one hard push until our hips crash together, and the cry that rips out of me echoes through the room.

Emmett grins up at me like he’s been waiting to hear it. He’s thicker than Willy, blunt enough to drag every lingering tremor back to the surface, and he starts slamming into me with relentless force.

Every thrust knocks another breath from my lungs until my nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescents in his skin that he ignores completely. His hands clamp onto my ass, spreading me wider as he bounces me on his cock with rough devotion.

Willy stumbles back, still breathing hard from his release, yet his eyes never leave me. Hunger, satisfaction, and that lazy wolfish grin all settle across his face while he watches Emmett take his turn. I barely notice Red move until his fingers trail down my spine, gliding through the sticky mess Willy left behind.

My body tries to arch toward him, but Emmett keeps me pinned against him, his hands locked around my hips as every hard thrust rattles the old bed frame. Red’s touch stays light, teasing enough to promise everything that’s coming next.

His hand slides around my throat, his thumb resting against my pulse as he leans close to my ear.

“Good girl,” he murmurs.

The praise sends heat racing through me. His other hand cups my ass, brushing over the bite mark Willy left before slipping lower and easing two fingers inside me beside Emmett’s cock.

The stretch steals every coherent thought from my head. Red’s fingers move with confidence, each glide of skin against skin leaving me desperate for more until I feel ready to come apart.

His cock is free now, and he steps in behind me while Emmett keeps me balanced on his lap. One hand stays around my throat, the other guiding himself into place as he settles close enough that I can feel the heat of him against me before he moves any farther.

He wraps a hand around the base, spreads the bead of precum along the length, and steps into place behind me with one hand still around my throat while the other guides himself into position.

Emmett holds my gaze from beneath me, his teeth flashing in a hungry grin as he drives upward again at the exact moment Red presses against me from behind.

My whole body shakes, every ounce of resistance melted away, and I give myself over to the pace they set together.