Page 34 of Stud Ranch

Shaw could stand no more. He reached between their bodies.

They broke the kiss. Both gazes swung to fix on him.

“She’s got to be soaking wet with need. I bet her clit’s hard.”

She moaned at his words, confirming they were true.

He skated his hand up her body to cup her breast, and she arched into his touch.

“Get her to the bungalow.” His throat clamped on what he was saying. What was about to happen wasn’t something he ever saw coming.

Tonight, he’d share her with Dylan and give her orgasms she’d never forget.

Tomorrow, he would walk away.

* * * * *

Why did the bungalows have to be built so far away from the lodge? Every step that Dylan ushered Sloane along the stone path stole more of his control.

There were a lot of issues around claiming Sloane with Shaw as their third, but Dylan’s mind had blanked to all the reasons why it was a bad idea.

Besides, she wasn’t dragging her feet and she rushed just as fast as they did.

Dylan stopped in his tracks. Yanking her by the hand, he drew her into his body. She gasped and threw her arms around his neck, her tongue wild in his mouth. From behind, Shaw crowded in and delved his hand between their bodies. His long fingers skimmed the front of Dylan’s fly for a split second, edging down the throbbing length, before he plunged his hand under Sloane’s dress.

She trembled in their hold, kissing Dylan and writhing on Shaw’s hand. Dylan knew the moment when his fellow Boot Knocker breached her panties and stroked her slick folds.

Her cry resonated, captured on the mountain breeze that always blew in these parts. Urged on by her sounds of bliss, he cupped her breasts, swiping his thumbs over the hard peaks.

“Oh yessss!” She leaned into his touch, and he clamped his fingers harder on her nipples, pinching and twisting while the juicy sound of Shaw’s fingers in her pussy filled the air.

Dylan plunged his tongue into her mouth. At that minute, Shaw hit his knees behind her. Dylan broke the kiss long enough to watch their lover nudge her dress up and bury his face between those beautiful ass cheeks.

“Shaw!” Her stare lit on Dylan’s, the depths confused but burning with desire.

He dropped to his knees too. Her pussy was at his face level, the tiny thong she wore barely covering her soaking pussy. He hooked his finger in the fabric and yanked it aside to thrust his tongue into her from the front.

She rocked forward. Then back. Moaning. Gasping. Her firm thighs were spread wide, and she had no care at all that they were out in the open, licking her ass and pussy in what was only a warmup for the promise of later.

Using his thumbs, he parted her pussy lips and licked the hard pearl of her clit. Her body bowed.

Shaw let out a growl. “I missed everything about this, baby.”

Dylan sucked on her clit and then feasted on the juices gathering in her channel. His cock throbbed at the thought of Shaw giving her an anal orgasm with only his tongue while Dylan delivered one too.

She shook. Her fingers dug into Dylan’s shoulder, and she reached back to anchor the other on Shaw’s. When she gave a hard jerk, Dylan groaned at the same time she came.

“Yessss!” She swayed between them, and they locked her in place. For long seconds, she pulsated on Dylan’s tongue. Her flood of juices brought another growl to his lips, which Shaw echoed.

“Taste her, Dylan. Taste her cum.”

She shook harder at Shaw’s words and then fell still.

When it was over, Dylan drew her thong back over her pussy. Shaw settled her skirt around her thighs again.

They continued on to the bungalow, but the hard steel in Dylan’s pants made it damn difficult to walk. Once they reached the door, he had enough of holding back.

He grabbed Sloane around the waist and carried her straight to bed. Shaw disappeared into the bathroom, and he heard the water running. Seconds later, he was back, smelling like mouthwash and man, a combination that was lethal to Dylan’s senses.

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