Authors: Lola Newmar
“Suck my cock,” Devlin’s commanded in a dark voice. She may have been sassy and independent, but this tall, dark-haired cowboy could command her all damn day, her whole damn life, and she could never dream of not submitting to her jade-eyed Dom.
“Holy
shit
.” Devlin hissed through his teeth as she swirled her tongue along his twitching length, tasting his tangy-sweet pre-cum collect inside of her mouth. “Wider,” he instructed, lightly smacking her full lips with the head of his cock as if knocking for a warm, hot welcome.
She obeyed, opening her mouth wide so he could thrust his intimidating cock deep down her throat. He smiled when she fought not to gag—fought not to
displease
her Master. The last thing she’d ever want to do was disappoint him, and he obviously knew it. “Good girl.” Her heart jumped with pride at his encouraging praise.
Devlin’s cock continued to thrust in and out of her mouth as she looked down in time to see Levi place her left leg on his shoulder. He removed his fingers from her cunt and scooted his twitching cock closer. At six-foot-three, he was more than tall enough to kneel on the floor at the edge of the bed and still line up perfectly with her pussy.
Levi’s features tightened as he pushed against her pussy opening. “Damn, baby, you’re almost too much to take,” he said through clenched teeth, and she noticed how his short horns were detracting and retracting in his fight to keep control. The effect she had on him, on them, made her feel powerful. It made her feel like a woman.
The slick channel of her cunt stretched around his wide cock, and she moaned around Devlin’s cock in her mouth. The tip of her tongue stiffened against the underside, and without warning, Devlin suddenly snatched her head away from him by her hair. “
Ooh!
You keep doing that, my little mate, and I’m not going to get to finish off in that tight little ass of yours while Levi’s still inside you.”
She smiled in anticipation, happy with the image his naughty words painted for her. He released her from his strong hold, allowing her to cautiously lick along his monster length without giving him more than what he’d instructed her to give.
“You’re so gorgeous, Scarlett,” whispered Levi. He moved one large hand from her hip up to grab a bouncing breast as he fucked in and out of her small body.
Closing her eyes to take in all the sensations she was experiencing, she grew even more aware of the areas where the men touched her. As she sucked Devlin’s cock while Levi fucked her pussy, Denzel had chosen to focus on her feet, sucking each toe on-by-one as he massaged the arches with firm pressure, sending a shrill of desire straight up to her aching core. His hands held her feet as if she were made from fine china, making her feel so feminine.
Levi’s thrusts were slowing a little, and she guessed he was likely trying to hold on to his control. His eyes were barely half open, his face flushed and glowing. He reached up and held both her breasts in his hands, and she arched her body toward him to let him know she wanted more attention there.
Suddenly feeling a nudge against her left cheek, she turned away from Devlin to see Sonny kneeling there with his huge cock aiming right for her mouth. She sucked every inch of him in her mouth at once without instruction, and Sonny moaned happily as he hit the back of her throat. She turned back to Devlin and did the same, jerking Sonny off as she did so. She switched back and forth until Sonny held her head still with his strong hands.
“Yes!” he screamed out over and over, and he pumped his hot cum into her mouth.
The tangy, masculine taste had her desire spiraling, and she began rolling her hips against Levi, desperate to come with him inside her. But he stopped her to say, “Stand up, darlin’.”
The men all backed away, and she stood to her feet. Levi sat on the edge of the bed and held his hand out for her to take. He pulled her to him and turned her body to face away from him. His hands pulled her down until she sat right on his cock. Her cunt was flooding with cream, and he slid in easily.
“Oh, Levi, I love your cock.” She threw her head back as she rode him backward, rolling against his hard thrusts.
“And I love watching this perfect ass bounce.”
He reached one hand around to pinch a nipple as the other reached for her clit. Just when she felt the beginning of an oncoming orgasm, Levi lifted her completely off, and she groaned in protest at the empty feeling he left.
The sound of a bottle of lube popping open was followed by a cool, wet sensation along her asshole as he prepped her with one hand. When he slowly lowered her again, she felt the head of his cock press against her ass. She closed her eyes and concentrated on relaxing all her muscles, knowing the more she was able to do so the better it would feel. The stubborn muscles of her asshole protested, sending a searing pain through her body.
Byron came to stand directly in front of her, and for a moment, the excitement over his attention momentarily had her forgetting about the pain. “Relax, darlin’. Let Levi push his cock in that tight ass,” he whispered encouragingly as he brushed her bangs out of her eyes. The sweet gesture helped, and she felt her body slowly take in Levi’s long cock.
“Oh, baby,” Levi mumbled against her back once he was seated all the way in. After waiting a moment for her ass to get used to his size, he firmly gripped her hips then pulled her body up and down his slicked length in small, controlled motions.
“Oh, God,” she cried each time the head of his cock hit a sweet spot deep within. Just the knowledge of participating in such a taboo seemed to bring the wanton kitten out of her. Every time he thrust all the way inside of her, she felt as though it was almost too much pressure to take. But when he’d retreat out of her body, her ass would clench blindly for his missing cock.
When she turned her head to look over her shoulder, Levi gave her a sexy smile before reclining on his back. Then feeling a large, warm palm against her upper chest, she turned to find Devlin there in place of Byron.
“Lean back on Levi’s chest a little, kitten.”
Once she’d done so, Devlin positioned himself between her spread thighs and pushed his cock into her pussy.
She grabbed on to Devlin’s thick biceps for support then screamed out as she allowed the men to pull her back and forth, each time being filled to the max with cowboy cock. They kept a consistent rhythm, each taking his time fucking her body, but sometimes they’d lose track of turns and impale her simultaneously, making her scream out in pleasure-pain every time. Her brain struggled to enjoy the mind-blowing double fucking for as long as she could, but soon her thighs trembled as they tended to when she was about to explode. Her skin sparkled, and her toes tingled.
Leo reached down from where he stood on her right and began pinching her nipples almost painfully as he jerked off harder. “Take position,” he instructed his brothers through his clenched jaw.
Levi and Devlin pumped their cocks into her faster as Denzel and Bryon stood at her left, their fists a blur as their pulls quickened. Rhett crawled over to her face and put his cock at her lips. She took it all in, moaning around the hard, velvety flesh, and soon they were both shattering into erotic pieces.
Rhett’s thick cum warmed its way down her throat, and the added taste made her climax incredibly intense. Her pussy milked Devlin’s cock, and he threw his head back as he roared his release in her convulsing pussy. Levi fed her one hard thrust from behind as his hot seed filled her ass. She smiled, watching the erotic visual of the other three jerking off over her. Then three streams of pearly-white liquid painted her belly and chest.
Levi gently lifted her from his cock and gingerly laid her beside him, pressing a gentle kiss to her parted lips. Sonny sat next to her and lifted her head to rest on his hard thighs as they all enjoyed the incredible aftershocks of the astronomic orgasms only mates can provide. “Amazing,” she managed to breathe out and snuggled her cheek into Sonny’s warm thigh.
It wasn’t long before her trusty, gentle-natured mate, Denzel, disappeared into the restroom to quickly return with a warm cloth. He took his time cleaning her belly and breasts until she was as clean as she could be after making love to seven model-esque cowboys.
Then she realized all the men were staring at her, waiting for the inevitable to happen. Within seconds, the familiar flashes began again, the heaviness pushing against her forehead and forcing her to lie flat on the mattress from fear her world would tilt should she not. A tinge of relief and excitement came to her when she realized right away that the vision was going back to that fateful day when she was pushed.
As she stood in front of a large bedroom mirror in nothing but panties and a bra, she carefully stepped in to the same black pencil skirt she was wearing. The room décor was very modern with a palette of bright colors such as red, orange, and yellow. Behind her were floor-to-ceiling windows showing a fabulous corner view of downtown Dallas. It looked as though she were getting ready for work.
Then she was walking into a large, elaborate study with a white paper bag in her hand, this time wearing the cream-colored blouse she had on the day of the fall. She turned to lock the wooden antique door then twirled to the back of the room with a large grin. She looked excited to see the elderly gentleman sitting behind the giant cherry wood desk. It was the same man from the picture in her locket, the man with her same crystal-blue eyes. Next to the Tiffany lamp on the desk were several piles of papers, so she could tell he’d been working on something before she’d walked in.
She opened several foil-wrapped tacos on the desk before she laid them out in front of the man she assumed was her father, along with guacamole, queso, and salsa. The man then wheeled himself to the nearby mini fridge against the wall and pulled out two bottles of dark beer. He expertly maneuvered back to her, holding one out in front of her. But she shook her head as she held her hands up. The old man chuckled and looked to be trying to convince her otherwise. He held the glass bottle closer, urging her to take it. Her hand hesitated in the air briefly before she finally grabbed it from him. She let out a defeated sigh, but her smile remained as she wagged a finger in his face, scolding him as he chugged the beer while waving a dismissive hand at her.
Together they ate and drank beer as they chatted, seeming to catch up on a lot. They had the same mannerisms, she noticed. When they talked, they both used their arms and hands in animated movements, emphasizing their conversation. They even held their beer bottles the same, just a few fingers around the neck.
Warmth suddenly enveloped her, and she realized Leo was holding her up as Rhett wrapped a large, black terry robe around her shoulders and chest. Her body shook on its own accord, and suddenly Denzel was there, holding a cup of cool water to her trembling lips. This is the part she hated the most. She felt completely powerless and out of control during the memory flashback episodes, but the resulting clues had been worth the headache every time.
All seven men eagerly threw question after question at her, but their words seemed to slur together for several moments as her mind whirled, trying to return to its normal state. She decided to simply ignore them until she was able to reply. By the time she felt somewhat normal again, they were still coaxing her to talk, to give them any sort of useful information about her mysterious attempted murder.
“My father is alive,” she finally managed to whisper through the dry patch in her throat. All the men grew silent as she went on. “He’s alive, and he loves me. I think we even work together.” She looked around, meeting the sympathetic gazes of all seven of her cowboys as tears began to swell in her eyes. “I have a feeling that whoever came after me wanted something from him. If we don’t figure all this out, he may be next.” Slowly, her protective instincts began to surface over her father, for the more his image flashed in her mind, the more familiar he became to her.
The men all glanced at each other, obviously not able to come up with a proper explanation right away. Leo was the first to finally speak. “Was it the same man in the locket?”
She nodded her head. “It looked like we were close. We had lunch in his study that afternoon. I brought him tacos, and he had some beers waiting for us. He had to convince me to take it because I didn’t want to drink them on a work day. I scolded him but caved in.” A falling tear left a cool trail along the length of her throat. She swallowed at the building emotion, but several more made their escape.
“I saw my apartment, as well.” She grabbed the tissue Sonny held out to her then dabbed her eyes. “It looked like I lived alone. If we find my place, there’s bound to be tons of clues there.”