Clay laughed and paddled her cheek with his open palm again. “Now look what you did, Emily. You made the Marshall come before he wanted to come. Get him hard again.”
He slid into her ass as soon as he gave the instructions and she cried out in agony. “Clay! Wait! It hurts!”
Marshall Davis, wrapped her arms around his waist and glared at Clay. “You’re hurting her,” he said as he let her mash her breasts against him. She enjoyed feeling him hold her, caress her, and oddly enough…it was comforting.
“She’s gonna be fine.” He smacked her hip again. “Damn, Emily. Your ass is so tight. I’m the first, that’s for sure.”
Of course he was the first, and she had to be dumber than dumb to let him go first in anything. His dick was as large as a damn donkey’s.
Emily kept one arm around Marshall Davis’s waist and greedily pulled at his cock. Her pussy was on fire. She wanted something to stroke her walls. She dropped her head and sucked on Marshall Davis’s diminished size and moved her hand to her vagina. She spread her pussy lips and started fucking herself. Clay stopped moving altogether.
“What are you doing, Emily?”
“I’m…I’m horny. I needed something in my pussy,” she purred.
“We can fix that, can’t we Marshall Davis?”
He grinned. “If she’ll let me suck on those titties, I’ll take care of it.”
She glanced over her shoulder and Clay patted her bottom before he pulled her on top of him. With his back against the bed and hers flat against his chest, he reminded her. “This time, it’s up to you. I’m not the one who made the rules. You did.”
She withdrew her damp fingers and held her breasts up higher than her natural firmness provided. The Marshall dipped his head but didn’t go for her nipples first. Instead, he licked her fingers clean and then sucked on her middle finger and nipple at the same time.
“She’s got the perfect set, huh?” Clay said proudly before he thrust into her little hole again.
“Perfect, indeed,” he said as he sucked. He licked his way around her nipples and then dropped his pursuits in order to hold his cock. He rolled over to the side of the bed. “I need to come again. Do you want me to fuck your pussy or do you want Clay to fuck it?”
Considering the matter of size, she chose Clay. He was damn near ripping through her ass and the Marshall hardly had a penis worth noticing. His cock might have a true purpose after all. It was the perfect size for her ass, she decided.
Clay stopped stroking her. “Get me a cloth over there, sugar,” he said. “Come here and clean me up.”
She did as he requested and then let him pull her to him again. He caressed her back and then positioned her over him. He looked over her shoulder. “When I tell you to fuck, go deep, because otherwise, you may get left out.” He gave her a devilish grin and then smacked her pussy.
“Clay!”
“You love it.”
“I love you,” she said. “I always…”
He lapped at her lips and then pushed her away. “Fuck now, Marshall.” He slid right between her cheeks and Clay let him get his cock in place before he pushed all the way inside too. Almost immediately, they had a see-saw effect going.
“Good hell,” she said. “This is almost better than oral sex.” Clay waggled his tongue and she immediately changed her mind. “Well, almost.”
She held onto his shoulders and the Marshall kissed her back. He reared his arm back and slapped her hip and it drew a yelp and a buck. Her uncontrollable reflexes made her into a sexual creature she didn’t recognize.
“Easy now, baby. Let me fuck you nice and slow,” Clay said.
Emily stared into his royal blue eyes and wanted to stay there forever. It didn’t matter if they made a deal with the devil because right now, Satan was fucking her ass mighty fine. In fact, since he had a little cock, he belonged in a woman’s ass and if he behaved himself, she might let him join them from time to time.
The thought stilled her motions. She stopped moving and the men quit thrusting.
“Is something wrong, Emily?” Clay asked.
“I need to come, like this.” She called over her shoulder. “Don’t you dare get off until I do!”
Clay released a guttural growl, held her waist and fucked her hard. “Come on baby. Milk it for me. Milk it good, Emily. Oh yeah, it’s so good, isn’t it, darlin’?”
The dirty talk left her without her mind. Her body was in control now and the Marshall grabbed her hair at just the right time. He yanked it hard too and her nipples spiked in spite of it.
Clay stared down at their bodies with a dropped jaw. “Damn, you ought to see this, Emily. God, your pussy looks so beautiful taking my dick. Spread wider, baby. Spread it now.”
The Marshall hissed in her ear. “This won’t be the last time, will it, Emily?” He pumped his small dick inside of her hole and it did feel so good. She liked his cock for her ass. He touched the places he needed to touch but he was too small to rip into her like Clay.
“That’s right, little Emily. Feed me your pussy, baby. Ah sugar, I feel that cream flowing over my cock.”
Marshall Davis tugged at her locks again. He nipped at her ear, swatted her behind, and came at least two or three times. And she exploded all around them with an earth-shattering orgasm she was hell bent and sure everyone in Cripple Creek enjoyed too.
Chapter Eleven
Luke stood in the doorway. “Well, ain’t this sweet?”
Three bodies were entwined on the bed, passed out from overexertion and far too much sex.
Emily rubbed her eyes and tried to focus on him. “Luke, is something wrong?”
“Oh no, just that the Marshall there made himself right at home with my woman and the dumb bastard did it in my bed for longer than I had planned.” He looked straight ahead. “Levi, get some water back on. I’m gonna bathe Emily and then we’re going to finish what we started before we were so rudely interrupted.”
Marshall Davis kept his arm over her waist and Clay finally had the good sense to knock his arm away. Luke and Levi weren’t present during their lovemaking and they couldn’t possibly know what went on or even understand how right this all felt.
“When you three are ready, come on out here.” Luke walked away from the door. Stomped better described it.
“Clay,” she said. “I want the Marshall to stay with us.”
With a grumble, he pulled her over him. “Fuck me again and I’ll think about it.” He dropped his head to her chest and sucked her nipples. She moved her hands across his skin, his taut muscles flexing against her touch.
“Clay, I’m serious,” she said.
“Baby, feel between my legs and tell me if I’m playing here or not.”
“Will you think about it?”
“I’ll do better than that. I’ll talk about it just as soon as you slide that hot little bread puddin’ over my dick again. How’s….oh God, baby, that’s perfect.” Mid-sentence she slid down on him and he grabbed her hips and hammered into her.
The next thing she knew, Clay was fucking her wild. He rolled forward with her body and locked her legs around his waist and screwed right into her wet channel. Marshall Davis tossed a pillow against the headboard and watched, holding himself as he tried to resist asking for permission to join them.
Clay stood with her and she begged for more. “Harder, Clay…take me harder. Over there,” she pointed, “against the wall.”
“Holy shit!” Levi said when he walked in and saw them.
Clay pushed her back to the wall and she used his thick thighs to brace her feet. She pressed against him, gripped his shoulders while he held her there and just fucked and fucked.
“Damn Clay, you’ll hurt her.”
“Hurt me, Clay. Rip me apart so I know you’ve been inside of me.” She gasped realizing why she asked. While she was fucking him hard and wild, men were on their horses riding just as fast as they could. They had guns in their hands, death on their mind, and blood…they tasted Justice blood.