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

emerged from the tiny eye, and she lapped each one as soon as it appeared. Her left hand fisted him while her right cupped his balls. She used her right thumb to stroke the heated sac, and when he trembled, when a fine perspiration broke out on his body, she mentally cheered her success.

She drew his cock in deep and began to move her head up and down on the hot, hard flesh. Her fist helped her control how deep she took him as she pumped his shaft and sucked his cock. Focused on him, she couldn’t help but notice how this act of giving made her pussy wet and her nipples hard, almost as hard as when he’d had his mouth on her wet folds. Pamela’s arousal grew with every movement, and the sound of his enjoyment, of his arousal, sent shivers through her body.

Nothing existed but this moment and these two men. James watched, emitting soft groans and sucked-in breaths, so Pamela knew she pleasured him, too. She felt his heat, his scrutiny, and his growing ardor. She couldn’t put into words why doing this made her feel so feminine and powerful. But it did. At this place and in this time, she felt truly empowered as a woman. She was woman enough to enthrall two very dynamic men. Pamela gave a tiny hum around the turgid flesh in her mouth. She lavished laps and drew out kisses as her mouth and tongue pampered Adam.

“I’m so close, baby.”

“Mmm.” She knew when Adam had made that sound against her sopping folds it had sent a separate thrill through her. Judging by the way his cock pulsed in her mouth with her own tiny hum, that little trick not only worked both ways, it affected both men.

Pamela felt the bed jostle and gave another hum of pleasure as James got behind her, as he kneeled there and stroked her. His touch was infinitely gentle but absolutely arousing. He slid his hand down over the curve of her bottom then caressed between her legs.

“You’re so wet,” James said. “Do you have any idea what a turn-on it is for us to know you enjoy sucking our cocks so much you get wet?”

She had no answer for him but knew what he was going to do as he tented her. The brush of his hot cock on her pussy lips was all the invitation she needed. She thrust her hips back and sighed around Adam’s cock as his brother’s slid deep into her pussy.

Thought ceased. She sucked, she lapped, and she bounced her hips against the man who fucked her. One lover in her mouth, one in her cunt, and Pamela knew she wouldn’t last. She sucked hard and long and squeezed her inner muscles. Both men swore. Clearly moved to his limits, Adam removed his hands from beneath his head and used them to cup hers. James’s fingers gripped her hips. Both men thrust into her body—Adam gently and James with considerably more force.

Then she felt James’s right hand release her hip and slide around to the front of her. He trailed a single finger through her nectar, and she shivered when he rubbed over them both, where they were joined. He’s feeling his cock moving in me. I want to do that, too. I want to use my fingers to feel them fuck me. It was a hot, naughty thought.

Then he withdrew his finger and rubbed it over her anus. She shivered and moaned, and then he pushed that single finger into her ass.

Pamela nearly swore herself as her orgasm erupted. She swallowed Adam’s seed and savored the sensation of James’s seed pulsing into her pussy, the thrusts of his cock and finger perfectly timed. They all three shivered as wave after wave took them and held them in a deep, loving rapture.

* * * *

“Can’t sleep?” Pamela’s soft voice danced across Adam’s chest.

He’d been running his hand up and down her arm, lost in the marvel of her, of her love, of her willingness to overlook their stupid knee-jerk behavior.

“I didn’t mean to wake you, sweetheart.”

“You didn’t, darling. I was just lying here enjoying being snuggled between my men.”

“If we’re all awake, why don’t I make us all some hot chocolate?” James asked.

“Good idea, brother. Pammy?”

“I could sip some hot chocolate, if I didn’t have to get out of bed.”

Adam felt her smile on his chest. “I think that was the plan,” he said.

“It was,” James said. “I’ll be back shortly.”

His brother didn’t even bother with his pants. He just left the bed and headed downstairs.

He took advantage of the moment he was in, holding his wife, gently stroking her. After a few minutes, she sighed.

“That must have been some evening over at the uncle’s,” Pamela said.

Adam smiled. He realized, in that moment, that Pamela never pried. She would say something like that, opening the door, and he understood that now. Giving them a chance to say whatever they wanted to say to her. And if they didn’t accept that small opening, she never batted an eye, and she sure as hell never nagged.

Our woman has a hell of a lot more patience than either Jamie or I do.

“It was quite an evening,” Adam said. “You could say we both had our eyes opened.” Then he looked down at her. “About a lot of things.”

Pamela laughed. “I take it the men told you about the private investigator,” she said.

“There’s a part of me that feels as if we should look innocent and say, ‘what private investigator?’” James entered the bedroom, tray in hand. He must have overheard Pamela’s question.

“But we’ve very recently learned our lesson, and now that we’re in a good place with you, we won’t,” Adam said.

Pamela chuckled. Adam helped her sit up and put an extra pillow behind her back. Then he sat up and held the cup James handed to him for her until she got settled.

The first sip of the chocolate bathed his throat