Rescue Ranch 4
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Isabella Adams is in Pleasure to find her little brother. Hunky Marine cowboys Rowdy Fuller and Shane Baker want to give her another reason to stay. When she discovers her brother is on Rescue Ranch, she knows Rowdy and Shane can put her where she needs to be. Not wanting to ruin whatever happiness her brother may have found, she keeps her connection to him a secret. But, when the truth comes out, hearts may be broken and the happiness of everyone involved could be at stake.
Rowdy and Shane know what they want in a woman and they see every bit of it in Isabella. The feisty, headstrong beauty won’t hesitate to go toe-to-toe with them, but she’s got a submissive streak they’re ready to please. She’s also got a secret they’re determined to uncover. But, when that secret threatens one of their own, they find themselves in an unexpected battle of desire, heart, and loyalty they might lose.
A finger slipped between her sodden folds, found her clit, and pressed. “Did you make yourself come imaginin’ one or both of us inside your sexy body?”
The finger he kept pressed to her clit started to rotate, turning any response she might have given him into a low moan. His hand still on her ass moved, skimming over her heated flesh to the crack. Her muscles tensed when a wide, long finger slid into the crack and grazed over her forbidden hole.
Shane’s hand in her hair fisted the strands. “Answer him, Emma.” His tone was as firm as the hold he now had on her hair. He’d let his dominance out, even if only a little. A wicked thrill shot through her, slamming into the riot of feelings Rowdy was awakening in her pussy and ass.
“Yes.” The word sounded breathy, needy, and frightened, even to her own ears. White-hot trepidation slammed into greedy anticipation as Rowdy worked her clit with one finger while he teased the rim of her anus with another. When that finger flattened over the puckered hole and pressed as if threatening entrance, she gasped. “Rowdy!”
The finger eased away, and his hand returned to her ass cheek, the palm gliding in slow caressing circles. “I’m just testin’ you. Have you ever let anyone make love to your tight ass?”
Unable to speak around the calamity of sensations barreling through her, Isabella shook her head, straining against Shane’s hold on her hair.
“Don’t worry, darlin’,” Rowdy soothed. “We’re not goin’ to do it tonight. I gave you the choice.”
“Next time, the choice will be ours.” Shane’s brown eyes were dark with the promise of his words.
Isabella didn’t bother to argue. She couldn’t when everything inside her was going wonky with equal parts apprehension, devious thrills, and even more sinister needs. She didn’t know what was happening to her. All these erotic desires and devilish demands she felt coming to life in her body didn’t make sense. She was stronger than this, in control of her mind, and had always had a firm grasp on her body. That grasp was being taken away now, stolen by these men, and ruled by them in ways that left her feeling powerless to stop.
“Think about it, darlin’.” Rowdy shifted behind her, and she felt the heavy weight of his cock rest along the crack of her ass. “Or is that what you were imaginin’ last night? One of our cocks right here…” The bulbous head of his cock pushed between her ass cheeks and glided down, pausing when it reached her anus. “While another dick is inside you right here.” His cock continued its downward glide until it found her sodden entrance.
Isabella had started to think about it, right up until the moment he thrust his cock inside her. Her eyes widened involuntarily from the shock of the pained pleasure that seemed to overtake her very soul. Her pussy was wet, damn near dripping with juices, and yet it wasn’t enough to fully lube the way for Rowdy’s enormous cock. The girth of his shaft stretched her, the length reaching so far into her body she was certain he’d hit the end of her womb, and still she didn’t feel the base of his body meet her ass.
“Oh, God.” She tried to bow her head as her eyes closed, but Shane’s hold on her hair remained firm.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” Rowdy eased his cock back a few inches, worked it back in, and gave her even more of his stupendous length. “Tell me I’m not hurting you, Emma. You feel too damn good to pull out.”
The sheer desperation in his tone surprised her, twisting emotions around her heart she didn’t want to acknowledge. “No.” It was all she could manage to say as her inner muscles sucked his cock deeper, spreading and inviting every magnificently long inch of him to bury deep. Instead, she felt him start to pull back again.
“Rowdy, please.” The words burst from her on a gasping plea, and she pushed her hips back, unwilling to lose the smallest fraction of the fantastical pleasure he was giving her. “More. I want all of it, all of you. Please, don’t pull out.”
He thrust his cock deeper in a single, fluid motion that drove his full length inside her until she finally felt the base of his body meet hers. Her pussy unimaginably jam-packed with his cock, she fought to breathe as her body rode a hot tide of wondrous bliss. All pain morphed to a mind-numbing, all-consuming ecstasy of his creation.
“Damn, you feel too fuckin’ good.”
He did, too, though she couldn’t find her voice to tell him so. She did it with movement instead, wriggling her hips in an effort to create the friction her body craved. He gave her exactly what she wanted, pulling back until only his cockhead remained inside her flaming opening, and then pistoning his hips forward to drive every rock-solid inch inside her to the hilt before stopping again.
Her mouth opened on a sound that was part scream, part moan, and part protest. That’s when she felt the large, rounded head of Shane’s cock brush over her upper lip. She forgot all about arguing with Rowdy’s seemingly intent need to torment her pussy as she opened her eyes, gazed up at Shane from beneath her lashes, and met his gaze. She reached out to run her tongue down the slit in his cockhead he’d presented and smiled when he jerked slightly.
Encouraged, she licked again, giving his slit little laps that led to longer and slower exploring caresses of his engorged cockhead. His hand in her hair fisted tighter and pulled her head closer. Her mouth already watering in starving anticipation, she closed her lips around his cockhead, obeying his silent command.
“Mother of God.”