One Thanksgiving in Lusty, Texas by Cara Covington (short novels in english TXT) 📗

“In the middle, please, baby.”

“Aren’t you going to undress, too?”

“As soon as you’re on the bed. I’m not sure how much self-control I have, and I’m pretty sure James feels the same way. Just looking at you has us both really triggered.”

Her gaze shot down to the front of their pants. Both men’s cocks were erect, creating impressive bumps in their slacks. She crawled onto the bed then turned to watch them.

Then they began to shed their clothes very quickly—and they weren’t too particular, either of them, where or how those items landed, either. The speed with which they bared themselves aroused her. This visceral sign that they truly wanted her boosted her feminine self-esteem.

She licked her lips as she saw their chests, corded with muscle, sprinkled with just a bit of hair. These were the chests of men who were active in life. She’d bet they were as good at physical labor as they were the more cerebral. She knew they liked to hike and work out, for she’d joined them on the former and had listened as they’d told her about the latter.

And then in unison they dropped their pants, giving her a first look at their cocks. Her eyes widened. They were huge! Both men were definitely far more well-endowed than that long-ago college boy, Lionel, had been. Oh my goodness, will they even fit inside me?

“They’ll fit,” Adam said. His grin let her know he could read her thoughts and appreciated her ogling of him.

“My body doesn’t seem to care, because I am practically vibrating with need. But right this moment, I’m also feeling…” She wasn’t certain she could put this new sensation into words.

“Vulnerable.” Adam’s grin softened. Then he came to her, crawling across the large bed toward her.

She laid herself flat, but he didn’t cover her, as she’d expected. Instead, he worked his way down and knelt by her feet. “I need to pleasure you, baby.” He used his hands to part her legs.

Pamela had never felt so exposed. Only the look of lust in Adam’s eyes, and the way his gaze seemed to caress her with longing, held her in place for this very intimate inspection. The bed dipped, and James came to her, stretching out on her left. She met his gaze, and the longing and lust she read there matched his brother’s. Having him so close while Adam drank her in with his eyes somehow eased her nerves.

Then Adam crawled up and stretched out with his face inches from her pussy.

He inhaled deeply then met her gaze. “Some women are offended by the word ‘cunt.’ It’s an earthy word, slang, yes, but men have always used slang when their cocks take over their thinking. Are you offended by the word ‘cunt,’ baby?”

She’d heard the word, of course. She honestly didn’t know if it offended her, or not. “I really don’t know if I’m offended. I do know it’s a dirty word.”

“Yes. A dirty word, and what I’m about to do to you could be considered by some to be a dirty act.” His glittering gaze met hers. “Dirty, wife, is also delicious and exciting, because I’m going to eat your cunt and send you flying.”

She felt her eyes widen, but anything she might have said strangled in her throat as Adam placed his mouth on her…cunt. Lips and tongue slid and slurped, and Pamela’s arousal exploded.

Horniness raced into need that clawed deep within her. Pamela mewed as her body bowed off the bed. Adam held her hips in a strong grip, and the sense of being restrained sent even more electric-like zaps to her clit, and to her nipples. A keening kind of whine emerged from her throat. She felt as if her entire body had contracted into a tight, agonizing spring and was striving with a mighty effort to break free.

A hand caressed her, a gentle massage across her middle, reminding her of the presence of her other lover. James cupped and caressed her left breast. And then his fingers pinched her nipple at the same time she felt fingers enter her cunt and her clit was sucked between two wet lips.

Pamela screamed as her orgasm—fast, fierce, and furious—ripped through her. The pleasure came and came, and she honestly didn’t know if she’d survive it. Heart-pounding, breath-stealing, body-shivering bliss covered her and convulsed her and left her feeling like a mindless, sated being.

“You’re beautiful when you come, sweetheart.” James placed a wet kiss on her shoulder then eased away from her, far enough away that she could no longer feel his body heat. She heard the slide of a drawer and other sounds she couldn’t place. She opened her eyes and looked between her thighs. Adam tore open a condom package and slid the protection into place then crawled up her body.

“We haven’t discussed children, so I’ll protect you until we have that conversation.”

Pamela felt grateful for his consideration. She hadn’t thought to even mention birth control. The sensation of Adam settling down on top of her, his cock nestling between the lips of her pussy, sent another shiver coursing through her—and her thoughts scattering. “You just wrecked me with your mouth, and now you’ve lit my fires again, with just the feel of your cock against my clit.” She gave a small roll to her hips.

He grinned down at her. “I wanted to make this first time last, baby. But I don’t think I’m going to be able to do that.”

Dirty is delicious. She took his words to heart. Reaching up, she wound her arms around his neck and lifted her legs and rested them on the backs of his. “Fuck me, husband.”

His eyes widened, his nostrils flared, and a look of lust, of need, inflamed his features. “Pamela.” Just her name, nothing more, but it was enough to let her know what aroused him. Then he moved, thrusting his cock into her in one fast and deep plunge.

The sting as her flesh stretched fueled her arousal, and she