Sierra is in over her head.
She has more responsibilities than she can handle, two sisters in college, and
a ranch under foreclosure. All she’s been able to do for the last eight years
is take care of everyone else.
Rollan and Thorne are new to
the area but are instantly attracted to Sierra, with her quiet strength and
sensual beauty. More than anything, they want to see her happy. When they find
out she’s being blackmailed with her ranch, the men come up with a plan where
they can spend more time trying to convince her that they are meant to be a
family.
Sierra’s
unexpected attraction to the two men is baffling. She’s afraid to trust her
instincts where they’re concerned but accepts their offer of help, putting
herself close enough to get burned. Are Rollan and Thorne the answer to her
prayers, or will they be her downfall?
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Thorne
dropped her on the bed with a bounce then set to work on removing her jeans.
Rollan climbed on the bed and attacked her breasts once more, but had lost his
shirt somewhere on the way to the bedroom. She welcomed him with open arms,
eager to touch him. She loved how his hot skin felt over the hardened muscles
of his arms and shoulders. They weren’t created in a gym somewhere. These were
home grown and the result of long, hard hours out in the sun. She could
appreciate them so much more since she’d labored trying to keep her ranch
going.
The feel of
callused hands on her thighs surprised her. She hadn’t even realized that
Thorne had managed to remove her jeans already. She hadn’t even noticed when
he’d pulled off her boots. Rollan’s hot chest, arms, and shoulders had her
totally mesmerized.
“Spread
these sweet thighs for me, baby. I want to see that pretty pussy,” Thorne told
her. “Aw, hell, Rollan. She has the softest curls down here, and she trims it.
I like how everything below that clit is bare for us.”
“Please,
Thorne. Touch me,” she cried out as Rollan sucked hard on one of her nipples
while pinching the other one.
“Oh, I’m
going to do a lot more than touch you, Sierra,” he said.
In the
back of her mind, she worried that she’d just jumped head-on into something she
wasn’t ready for, but the way they made her feel soon drowned out the warnings.
She wasn’t going to let her brain talk her out of this. They said they cared
about her and wanted her for her, not for her land. They were already getting
that. Why would they seduce her unless they truly did want her?
Thorne
gently spread her pussy lips and the feel of his hot breath against her wet
flesh sent chills down her spine. He slid his tongue from her slit up to circle
her clit and hummed against the swollen bud.
“Damn
you taste good,” he said.
“Oh, God,
that feels so good,” she groaned. He licked her pussy, drawing the wet lips
into his mouth to suck on before starting all over again.
The
more he licked, the more her cunt ached to be filled. It felt so damn good, but
she needed more of them. She wanted to see them and taste them as well. Sierra
wanted them to fill her with their cocks and fuck her into next week. She’d
gone without everything for so long that now that it was within her reach, she
wanted it all and she wanted it now.
“Please,
Thorne,” she whined.
“What,
baby? What do you want?” he asked as he stabbed her pussy with his stiffened
tongue.
“Fuck me. I
want you both to fill me up.”
“Aw, honey.
We’re going to take good care of you. Relax and feel how good it can be,”
Rollan said before nipping the side of her breast.
“Is this
what you want, Sierra?” Thorne asked as he slid one finger deep into her pussy.
“Yes!”
she hissed. “More.”
He chuckled
before adding a second digit and thrust both of them in and out of her cunt,
varying the speed and depth until she wanted to scream with frustration. She
wanted to come, but she wanted them inside of her, too.
“Look
at her face, Thorne. She’s all pink and her mouth is open, just begging for a
dick to suck on,” Rollan said in a raspy voice. “Hell, I want to fuck her tits
and her mouth. I don’t know what to do first.”
Thorne’s
deep laugh vibrated along her pussy, sending sparks deep into her core. Sierra
wiggled, trying to get more friction from his fingers as he pumped them in and
out of her sopping-wet slit. She was about to beg him to fuck her again when he
did something with those nifty fingers that curled them in just the right spot
to rub over her sweet spot.
Her
loud moan had both men groaning with her as she bucked beneath them. The
pleasure building with each stroke of Thorne’s fingers and twist of Rollan’s on
her nipples promised to be more than she’d ever felt before. Sierra raced
toward it, eager to find out just how hard she could come and how high she
could fly.
Thorne
seemed to pick up on the urgency as his strokes grew faster and his tongue
rasped over her clit in tighter and tighter circles. When he curled his fingers
deep in her cunt and stroked that special place while sucking hard on her clit,
Sierra screamed as wave after wave of ecstasy poured over her in a warm wash
that took her breath.
Rollan
climbed off the bed as she floated down from the high they’d given her. She
realized he’d completely undressed when he straddled her waist and his thick
dick bobbed near her face. The spongy head looked almost purple and the thick
shaft jerked as if it had a mind of its own.
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