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“Imagine me, buried so deep inside your pussy you’ll feel the beat of my pulse in my dick,” Evan rasped, his lips and breath teasing the shell of her ear. “Justin’s fat cock in your mouth, or maybe…” A hard thrust, Evan’s hot length searing a path in her crease.

“Yeah, you’d like to feel Justin reaming your ass like he just did mine, wouldn’t you Belle? And it feels even better than it looks. Justin’s dick is so thick, and long enough to make you ache, and he can fuck an ass like no one else. Maybe a pussy, too, but I don’t have one to judge him with, so…” He shrugged and ground down harder, repeating the move several times as Annabelle moaned and whimpered in a way she’d later deny.

“Evan, if you don’t want to fuck me then at least let me get myself off.” Annabelle was soaking the bed with her juices, the images Evan had painted for her so vivid she could almost feel the stretch and burn in her ass.

“You’re gonna get off soon enough, Belle, just enjoy a little foreplay first.”

“This isn’t foreplay, it’s torture,” Annabelle protested as Evan continued the slow rock and glide between her cheeks. “My pussy aches, my—” She was
not
finishing that sentence.

So of course Evan did it for her. “Your ass aches, I know, Belle, but you aren’t as ready for that as you think, not with Justin. Once he has your ass, you’re going to know he owns it, and that’ll be all there is to that.”

Annabelle frowned. “What the hell are you talking about?”

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Evan shifted to his side, his hand planted in the small of Annabelle’s back to hold her still. “I’ll explain it someday, but not right now. Right now I’m gonna give you what you’ve been begging for.”

The sound of the condom package being opened kept Annabelle quiet. She wanted to feel Evan fucking her more than she wanted to make a snarky comment. “Come up on your hands and knees, facing the headboard, so Justin can join in when he gets done showering.”

Annabelle tried to move with a grace belying the urgency pounding in her pussy. She peered over her shoulder, craning her neck uncomfortably so she could watch Evan. His twitching lips told her she wasn’t overly successful. She decided not to worry about it and turned back to the headboard. Annabelle knelt and dropped to her elbows, thrusting her ass up and out, knowing it’d give Evan a good view of her slick slit as she spread her legs wider apart.

“You are soaked, and the sexiest fucking woman I have ever seen.” The stark sincerity in Evan’s voice did funny things to something in the vicinity of Annabelle’s heart.

She put it down to heart burn and wiggled her hips. “So prove it to me. Fuck me like you mean it.”

Evan snickered and thrust two fingers into her wet cunt, twisting the digits rapidly, pushing against her slick walls as he filled her with short, rapid strokes. “Sound like a bad porno, both of us.”

“There are no bad pornos,” Justin declared as he shut the bathroom door. “Just bad audio, and too many ugly guys. All gay men in those flicks should be hot.”

As much as Annabelle would have liked to agree, Evan chose that moment to rub her G-spot. She gasped and arched her back, wanting more of that finger fuelled ecstasy.

“That’s an unfuckingbelievably sexy sight.”

Annabelle shivered at the change in Justin’s voice, the teasing note gone as a deeper, richer sound took its place. “Been trying to get Evan to put that damned condom to good use for fifteen minutes,” Annabelle griped, glaring at the evil man as best she could over her shoulder.

“Why don’t you let me distract you from Evan’s evil teasing ways?” Justin crawled onto the bed, sitting in front of Annabelle. He leant back against the headboard and sprawled his legs on either side of her. He reached for his dick, gripping the base and tipping it towards BEND

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Annabelle. “You gonna suck this? Or would you rather watch me beat off while Evan fucks you?”

“Decisions, decisions,” Annabelle teased, although she really didn’t have an answer for that. “Your dick, you decide.” Evan shoved another finger into her cunt, drawing a long, low moan from her.

Justin was reaching for her head, pulling her down ‘til her lips brushed his pre-cum beaded crown. “Like any man’s gonna choose jerking off over a blow job,” Justin scoffed.

“Open up and let me in, Belle. Wanna see your pretty lips stretched wide around this monster.”

If it hadn’t been a monster sized dick, Annabelle would have laughed, but Justin’s big hand didn’t quite close around the base of his shaft. Monster dick is exactly what it was, but she wanted to feel it in her. Parting her lips, Annabelle sucked the fat cap hard, her tongue immediately delving into the wide slit to pull out the pre-cum gathered there. Justin’s thighs tensed, but he didn’t moan. Annabelle really wanted to hear him calling her name in that husky voice.

Moving her arms, Annabelle grabbed Justin’s thigh with her left hand and his balls with her right. His hips jerked only a fraction of an inch.

“You want it, Belle, you gotta work for it,” Justin purred.

“Oh yeah, forgot to mention, Justin’s usually got control that knows no bounds.” Evan removed his fingers and grabbed Annabelle’s hips. “Mine’s not too bad, either.” The only warning was the kiss of dick against her pussy then Evan thrust hard, burying his cock to the root in her trembling channel.

Annabelle cried out around Justin’s cock, the sudden stuffing of her cunt what she’d needed so badly she felt the first ripple of her orgasm beginning. Tremors skated down her spine as Evan immediately began fucking her with long, thorough strokes. Justin tugged her hair, pulling her mouth lower down on his dick. Annabelle moaned as the walls of her passage convulsed, clutching at Evan’s every withdrawal.

“Fuck, Belle, you’re gonna kill me doing that,” Evan rasped, plunging in impossibly deeper, harder, faster. Justin was fucking her mouth now, his hips popping, sending his dick into her throat. Annabelle forced her throat muscles to relax even as heat coiled and spilled over in her pussy, searing throughout her body as she came.

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Evan grunted and slid a hand down to pinch her clit, sending Annabelle into a second orgasm before her first had fully ended. “Fuck fuck fuck! Belle…Jus…I can’t hold back against this one.”

Annabelle had muscles at both ends clenching, those in her throat around the tip of Justin’s cock, and the ones trying to squeeze the cum out of Evan’s dick.

“Just say when,” Justin croaked, and that uneven, rattled voice sent another series of flutters through Annabelle. Evan added a twist as he pinched her clit, and Annabelle lost her mind, universes colliding behind her lids, as every nerve in her body pinged and burnt to ashes. Evan’s shout of “Now!” followed a series of long, savage thrusts.

Annabelle felt the heat inside her pussy as Evan’s spunk filled the condom. Justin’s moan, that sound she’d wanted to hear so much, sent her channel back into happy spasms even as he emptied his load into her mouth. Annabelle moaned as well, the taste of Justin unlike any other man she’d sampled, salty, yes, but so sweet it overpowered the usual bitter tang of cum. She rolled each jet of the thick cream over her tongue, savouring it before she swallowed it down.

Once the last bit had been lapped up and Justin and Evan’s dicks had both started to soften in her body, Annabelle felt a contentment so alien to her she didn’t recognise it.

When she did, she couldn’t get dressed and get out of there fast enough.

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“Belle—”

“Let her run,” Justin hissed in Evan’s ear. He tightened his grip on his lover’s shoulder, holding him there on the bed. Evan tensed under his hand, and Justin couldn’t help but notice Evan’s own hands were clenched into tight, white knuckled fists.

Evan gave a jerk of his head, hardly even enough movement to be called a nod, but he quit trying to get up. Justin would have breathed a sigh of relief except he was too pissed. It took every ounce of control not to snatch Annabelle up and paddle her pert little ass until she learned some manners.

“Well, so.” Annabelle frowned, her panties in one hand and a sock in another. “Ah, I really enjoyed it, but I have to go. Work and all, you know.” Her frown turned up into a smile so fake Justin had to clamp down the growl that threatened to slip out.

Squeezing Evan’s shoulder in a plea for him to remain silent, Justin pinned Annabelle with a look he knew from experience could make grown men piss their pants. “You don’t need to bother coming back for more of this until you grow up. We’d rather have a woman in our bed, not someone who’s too scared to hang around for a while and tries to run off like someone set her short hairs on fire. But we’ll be here to listen if you want to talk.” He really,
really
wanted to bust her ass when he caught the hitch in Evan’s breath.

Annabelle’s face turned bright red and she turned away, walking towards the door.

“Yeah, well whatever you say, Justin. You obviously know everything,” she muttered, but her slumped shoulders belied her blasé words.

Evan looked up at him, those big, wounded eyes pleading. Justin shook his head, doing some pleading of his own. Annabelle slipped out the door and, judging by how quickly the front door slammed, she must have run flat-out to get away from them.

“Jus, you can’t seriously mean what you said,” Evan said, his voice stretched as thin as Justin’s nerves.

“I can and do, baby. She hurt you, and that’s something I won’t put up with. You’ve been hurt too much already.” And Justin would feel the guilt for ages.

“She did,” Evan admitted, “but she hurt you, too.”

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Justin shrugged a shoulder, suddenly unable to meet Evan’s gaze. “Don’t really know her well enough for that to happen.”

“Oh bullshit. You’re forgetting who you’re talking to here. I see past that ball shrivelling glare to the man underneath—” Evan twisted and moved until he faced Justin fully. “I see
that
man clearly, and I love him to death, hon. He’s such a good man, and he feels so much that it scares him.”

Justin wished to hell Evan had
never
taken all those fucking psych courses. It was annoying to be analysed so thoroughly and accurately. “I love you like crazy, and that doesn’t scare me at all.”

“Sure it does,” Evan argued, “but I am going to let you figure out the how part—that I can already see you’re wanting to ask—all on your own. Bet you’ll have it before I’m done in the shower.”

Evan hopped up, a tremulous smile on his lips, and Justin knew
before
Evan got any further than that what he was talking about. Their earlier conversation. Justin thinking Evan might leave if they couldn’t find a woman for them both.

Evan winked at him, although Justin thought Evan still seemed upset under the teasing façade. “See? You already have it figured out and I haven’t even showered yet! You should get a reward.” Evan batted his eyelashes, which made Justin snort in amusement.

“And what is the reward?” Justin hoped it was another round in Evan’s ass. It would have been incredible to have a chance to fuck Annabelle’s tight pussy, but nooooo, she had to up and run.

Evan fluttered his lashes again and propped out one hip. “Why, all of this,” he said as he waved a hand at his own body. “And maybe even a snack after you finish munching on me.”

Like Justin would ever be fool enough to say no to that.

Evan knew Justin wasn’t just trying to cheer him up, but himself as well. Still, he worried Annabelle might be done with them.

“So we just let her run.” It wouldn’t hurt to clarify that one more time.

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“I’m telling you she won’t run far. And think about this—” Justin stepped into the bathroom right behind Evan. “How many guys you think have chased after her?”

“Oh, probably all of them?”

“Probably,” Justin agreed. “And she isn’t with any of them, so I figure chasing her didn’t do them much good. Won’t help us out either.”

“That makes sense,” Evan agreed. He was a bit surprised Justin already got that figured out, too. Impressed and horny. “Now why don’t you come on and fuck me?”

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The bunkhouse was quiet. Bo and Max had been given the weekend off, a rare occurrence and one Annabelle didn’t blame them for taking advantage of. The two men had packed a bag and hit the road as soon as they’d showered Friday. Annabelle didn’t know where they were going, and when she’d asked, Max’s cheeks had darkened and Bo had giggled, his eyes fairly glowing with happiness—and probably a bit of mischief. Wherever the two were, she hoped they were having fun. Annabelle grabbed a beer from the fridge, tossing the cap in the trash can as she plopped down in one of the chairs at the table. It had been a week since she’d walked out on Justin and Evan, and she’d expected… Snagging her cell off her hip, Annabelle checked the incoming calls. Then she checked her text inbox.

Maybe it wasn’t working, or she’d been on an area of the ranch where she didn’t get any signal…

“Or maybe, just maybe, you really are a selfish bitch,” Annabelle muttered. Justin hadn’t said it that way but every time Annabelle re-ran that parting scene in her head, that’s exactly how she felt. Evan had looked so hurt, and damn it, even Justin, with his tough exterior and that calm, reasonable voice he’d used—none of that had kept her from seeing the way his shoulders had tensed, the flickers of anger and pain in his expression before he’d covered it with a lay of stoicism so thick it seemed impenetrable.

And she’d run out of there, after the best sex of her life because…because why?

“Are you all right?”

Annabelle started so badly she tipped her beer over. Josh’s quick reflexes saved her from a lapful of the cool liquid. “Thanks, Joshie.”

Josh set the bottle down and waited, and Annabelle knew why—in this instance anyway. She’d fucked up here, too, practically ignoring Josh while she’d been in full subdued freak out mode. God forbid anyone discover she wasn’t Superwoman, that she had questions and doubts about herself, fears and—she frowned and pointed at Josh.