Page 198 of Ironwood Ranch Cowboys

My cheeks burn, but the words knife straight into the core of me.

I’m sandwiched between raw muscle and need, the center of a maelstrom that only tightens with every second.

My hips grind helpless against Silas’s spread fingers, and he finally dips two inside in a single, slow push, catching the sound I make with his mouth. Cody’s tongue is in my ear now, murmuring filth.

Duke crooks a hand around the back of my neck, and I’m not sure if he wants to snap me in half or haul me closer for a kiss, but it’s both. He kisses me so hard my teeth clack, then shoves me forward so I bend at the waist, ass up, Silas’s big hand holding my hip.

Someone says my name, thick and urgent, but there’s too much sensation to parse who, or if it’s even real, or just my own mind keening apart at the seams. All I know is I want everything, all at once.

Cody’s brutal sweetness, Silas’s brute tenderness, Duke’s feral hands and filthy mouth.

Silas slides his fingers from my pussy and brings them to my lips. He waits, eyes locked on mine, until I open and take them in, the taste of myself, coppery and heady, making my cheeks go molten hot.

He fucks his fingers into my mouth deep enough to make me drool, and I realize I would let him do worse.

Cody kneels behind me now, his tongue greedy and precise between my legs, eating me out with a silent apology that makes me want to cry like I deserve better, or maybe worse, or maybe both at once.

He’s too much, licking and sucking and fucking me with his tongue until I’m a slick, sobbing mess, my knees gone to water and my soul excavated by want.

Duke shoves his cock against my lips, and I open without pretext, no hesitation.

He’s thick, heavy, and tastes like salt, skin, and sweat. Duke groans, one hand tangled roughly in my hair, the other bracing against the wall.

He fucks my mouth with a rhythm that’s desperate; every piston of his hips is a benediction. He curses, tells me how pretty I am, what a good little slut, then bites down on my shoulder and blinks hard, looking almost stunned.

Cody keeps eating me out, greedy and precise, my hips flinching, thighs locking around his skull.

He doesn’t give me an inch to escape, doesn’t pause while Silas pinches my nipples hard enough I see stars and Duke’s cock pounds the back of my throat.

It’s a relay race of overstimulation and every time I think I can’t possibly take more, one of them invents a brand-new way to scramble the insides of my skull.

I come with Cody’s tongue flat on my clit and Duke’s cock stretching my mouth and Silas’s hand knotted in my hair.

It’s violent and embarrassing and splinters me open so completely that I go temporarily boneless, slumping hard enough toward the sheets that I almost take Duke down with me.

Duke’s laugh is a thunderclap, raw and delighted. “That’s it, baby. Fall apart for us.”

I couldn’t answer even if I wanted to.

My face is slick and numb and open, my jaw slack, my throat raw with the effort of being everything they need and more.

I think I’m crying a little, tears stinging the corners of my eyes, and even that’s hot. Duke groans when he sees it, wipes at my cheek with a thumb and pops his cock out of my mouth just long enough for me to suck in a ragged, grateful gulp of air.

“Pretty girl,” he growls, and Silas draws me up to sit on his lap, bare skin catching mine at a thousand shivering points, arms like suspension cables locking me in place.

His cock is hot and massive against my ass, and I have this second of realizing he could break me in half if he wanted. I let my head fall back against his chest, dizzy and weightless, and he nibbles the side of my jaw like it’s the only part of me that needs softening.

“I want every part of you,” he says, and it’s not a line or a script, it’s a simple, clear need in his voice, like oxygen. “Let me have you, Annie.”

I reach down and wrap both hands around his cock. It’s hot and huge and I want it even though I’m not sure my body can take him. The friction alone has me whimpering, my pussy clenching reflexively around nothing, greedy for him.

Silas seems to get off on how desperate I am, his breath hitching, his arms locking me tighter, his hand guiding mine until the head of his cock nudges against my slick entrance.

“Easy,” he rumbles. “Don’t want to hurt you.”

“Please.”

Duke and Cody must hear it too because they stop, bracketing me, gazes starved. I’m on full display for them, stretched over Silas’s lap and shaking, waiting for it, and when I press down he splits me open slow, inch by inch, filling me until there’s only goddamn pleasure stretching every atom.