Page 165 of Ironwood Ranch Cowboys

I want to be coy, but there’s nothing left of me but hunger now.

“Yes,” I stutter, “fuck, I want you all…”

And the way his face changes, heat and danger blooming at once, is almost enough to make me come right then.

Cody slides in and I see stars. He hisses through his teeth, hands gripping my hips like he’s afraid I’ll disappear.

He rolls his pelvis, and it’s not enough—I need more, I need all of him. So I claw him closer, and he buries himself to the hilt and just stays there, trembling, jaw tight, eyes locked on mine.

The table creaks under us. Duke’s mouth is back on my neck, biting and kissing with careless devotion.

The ache in my body is beautiful, electric, every nerve ending tuned to their touch. Silas moves behind me, lining himself up with the back of my neck, one palm cradling my jaw, the other unbuttoning his own jeans with calm movements. He wants to make a moment out of it.

I kiss his forearm and taste salt and warmth and the electric promise of what comes next. Duke slips a hand between me and the tabletop, and the next thing I know he’s holding my clit, rolling it between his fingers, knowing exactly how to play me for every sound.

It’s a symphony of pressure, Cody inside me, Duke’s mouth at my ear, Silas’s big hand bracing my jaw and the other stroking me to absolutely obscene levels of sensitivity.

I grab for the edge of the table, digging my nails into lacquer, and let them do it, let them make me the loudest thing in the house.

Cody fucks me like a dare, every thrust deep and true, hips snapping hard enough I can barely breathe. The way he looks at me undoes me.

I take it, all of it, and can’t stop myself from begging, from pleading for more, for faster, for deeper.

“Silas,” I gasp. “I want to taste you.”

All I want is more, but Silas’s hand is commanding, tilting my face until his zipper grazes my cheek and I can smell the heat and salt and feral need pouring off of him.

He fists himself out. The head of his cock is flushed, leaking, and I lunge toward it needily.

He brushes my mouth with it once, painting me with pre-come, and then gently, deliberately, pushes past my lips.

The stretch burns perfectly, and I moan on his cock. Both men groan like it’s their own personal ritual.

There’s no grace to it, Silas is huge, hands braced like he’s afraid I’ll break, and I’m gagging and drooling already, tears stinging the corners of my eyes.

But I want it brutal. I want to be the reason they finally lose control.

Cody’s rhythm falters. I feel him twitch and pulse inside me, his hips slamming forward with a force that screams months of wanting.

I try to cry out, but it’s all muffled by Silas’s cock, and then his hand is in my hair, fisting me gently, then rough again as he fucks my throat, making sure I feel every inch.

I can’t breathe. I don’t want to; I want to be gutted and reconstructed by this moment.

Duke scratches nails down my back and plants kisses across my spine, then bites, hard enough to make me gasp around Silas.

“Look at you,” he mutters, as if he can’t believe his own luck, as if I’m some kind of divine punishment for every bad decision he’s ever made.

I’d laugh if I could, but Silas is holding my face like a benediction, fucking my mouth with restraint that’s almost affectionate.

The world reduces to sensation. Cody’s hands grip my hips, every thrust fast and deep and frantic, his cock dragging across every nerve that matters.

The edge comes on so hard I want to beg for it, but all I can do is cling to Silas’s thighs and moan around him, the vibrations working their own kind of magic.

I feel the telltale punch in my gut, the coil inside gone past warning signs, just a runaway sensation with no brakes.

I clamp down around Cody’s cock and ride out the earthquake, shaking and sobbing on Silas’s dick, and Cody shouts something wordless, almost a prayer, as he empties into me. I want all of it, need it so bad it hurts.

My clit is throbbing, every muscle tensed, the aftershocks endless. When Cody finally drags himself out he buries his face in my neck, shuddering. His breath is a furious pulse on my skin.