WildOutlaws (15 page)

Mary Margaret had noticed they’d become more demanding. As the opening to the saloon and brothel had approached, they’d each had their own set of continual demands. In fact she’d wondered, at times, if they were trying to test her. Sometimes she believed they deliberately tested her patience just so she would turn the clubs over to them.

That wouldn’t happen and in many ways, she could thank Jared for her need to keep some independence. “Ah Jared,” she whimpered, releasing Creed’s dick for a moment and catching a stern glare from David. If David only knew what she was thinking about at the moment.

She was grateful to all her men but in matters of business, she owed Jared everything. He was the reason they had an opening to celebrate.

With the slightest thought of their private party, she dragged her tongue across the top of Creed’s cock, careful to make sure she kept her teeth in check, not an easy task when the fucking became rougher. More deliberate throttles sent her close to the edge as three cocks filled her from front to back and one continued to tap her tonsils.

The masculine heat inspired her as hands caressed her, dicks stroked her, and the releases spurting into her channel gave her hope.

She would soon mother their children.

Tuff gripped her hips and growled as he entered her, impaling her deeper, going for longer, and more satisfying strokes. And she loved each one. When Tuff took her from behind, he may have been gentle at the point of entry but then he let her have it. He stamped her puckered hole with the weight of his cock, gliding inside her like he might fuck her pussy, hard and wild, deliberately passionate as he fought for and gained his rightful place.

Tuff didn’t seem to worry about whether or not she could handle his size. He just worked for her pleasure and his.

As the heat consumed her, the need for release washed over her. She turned her head and sucked Creed harder, hoping they could all ride out their climax together.

Creed gripped the headboard. “Right there, baby. Right there.”

She rubbed the underside of his cock with her tongue and caressed his scrotum, feeling the heavy weight of his release building up at the base. The hotness nearly burned her fingers as she stroked the tiny veins leading to the head of his cock.

Tuff grunted. His pace had slowed. He was waiting for her or perhaps the others. She squeezed her cheeks together and he cursed aloud. “Fuck! I’m ready to blow!”

She mumbled against Creed’s shaft and he stroked her cheek as she took him to her throat, released and then blew again, trying her best to draw out his release, the satisfying pleasure she was certain to find once his hot rich spray tantalized her senses.

David and Jared plunged inside together. Bracing themselves for one hell of a freefall, David clutched Jared’s arm while Jared held fast to David, trying to perhaps gain the leverage needed to enter and retreat together.

There was nothing quite so hot or ever so sweet. Her men brought her to orgasm and when she reached the plateau, she immediately rose again, gaining a higher and more satisfying feeling as one orgasm led her into the throes of another.

Curling her tongue around Creed’s shaft, she gave him one final effort. The results achieved were well worth her time as the bed started shaking, the mattress forever bounced.

Her men hollered. The warmth of their pleasure seeped into her channel and marked their permanent places within her body.

“I love you,” she whispered. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.” Her breath caught in her chest. Tears poured from her eyes and a smile tugged at her lips.

“Are you happy, darling?” Creed asked her as he gathered her in his arms.

“Is this a trick question?”

“You know it is.”

Buck sat at the end of the bed massaging her feet while David stayed at her side, brushing the hair away from her face. Minutes later, Tuff and Jared rejoined them.

“Well?” Creed asked. “Are you happy?”

“I’m as happy as I’ll ever be,” she said softly, remembering the conversation they’d had not so long ago.

“Is there any way we can make you happier?” Tuff asked, kissing her stomach.

“Yes,” she said thoughtfully. “Tell me you wanted the woman as much as you wanted the child.”

He grinned. “If you don’t know that by now, something is definitely wrong.”

“I think I’ll be pregnant soon.”

Outside, a huge storm kicked up branches and swirled a few pieces of tumbleweed across the dirt road. In the distance horses cried out with loud neighs while a bolt of jagged lightning flashed across the sky.

Creed turned his face toward the open window and his lips spread in a smile. “I have a feeling you already are.”

“Well then,” she said. “Who am I to question you? So far your gut instincts have been right on the money.”

About the Author

International bestselling e-book and trade paperback author, Destiny Blaine writes in all genres using several pseudonyms. Destiny lives in East Tennessee with her husband and daughter. Her son is serving in the United States Navy. For more information, please visit her website at www.destinyblaine.com