Espino, Stacey - Hardcore Cowboys [Ride 'em Hard 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Stacey Espino

her, still embedded in Samantha’s sweet little cunt, until he dominated. She wrapped her legs around him, and they kissed as passionately as they fucked.
    If Samantha could handle the three of them, she could handle anything they dished out in bed. She didn't complain, never hesitated, but allowed them to dominate her luscious body. Even as he made love to her, he recalled Val’s frequent talks of the future and a woman to give it meaning. They needed Samantha, and she needed them. Cord wanted to own her, love her. She’d be the perfect sub in bed, but a strong-willed woman outside the bedroom. He wanted to learn everything about her, every detail, but first he had to claim her body. He’d never been with a woman so receptive, so appreciative in bed. It was as if she was repressed, gone too long without the affections of a man, which was a sin in itself.
    “You’re perfect.” He peppered kisses along her jawline, inhaling deeply when he reached her curls. Freshly showered, she smelled like a mixture of clean soap and natural femininity. Even after everything they’d done together, she hadn’t broken out in a sweat, which concerned him. Was she dehydrated? He forced his thoughts away and regained his focus. Cord had never cared so much about another human being outside his family before. But right now he wanted to forget everything and fully enjoy the hot pussy clenching his cock. Her soft skin, petite body, and sweet little mewling sounds were turning him feral.
    He continued to work her, pumping hard enough that his balls slapped her ass, and the sound of sex, flesh on flesh, filled the room. Within minutes he ejaculated, stream after stream filling Samantha as he gasped for breath. It was the best orgasm he could remember, and he certainly didn’t want it to be their last together. He had plans for his dark-haired little beauty. Plans that included forever.

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    “Do you wanna try?” Val held a flake of hay out to her. Samantha wasn’t so sure she wanted to help but didn’t want to disappoint him. Besides, being out and about rather than holed up in the house day after day was a welcome distraction and change of scenery.
    “Will they bite me?”
    Val laughed, passing her the hay. “They wouldn't dare.” He adjusted her woolen hat as she leaned over the second wooden rail. Everything the Carsons did for her was loving—from worrying about her health to ensuring her happiness. It was nice to be the center of attention, to give others the responsibility for her life, even if only for a little while. The cattle were clamoring for space in the paddock, their heavy frames and pounding hooves shaking the ground and the fence.
    As soon as a long tongue darted out of the nearest mouth she instinctively dropped the flake and bolted back. She would have fallen if Val wasn’t there to catch her in his strong, capable arms.
    “Guess I'm not cut out to be a cowgirl, eh?”
    He turned her around, setting her solidly on her feet. She could see every detail in his blue eyes as the sun shone against his face, including the little flecks of green and gold. “I don’t want a cowgirl. I want you.”
    Her breath caught in her throat. Val leaned down and kissed her. Despite the cool air around them, her body burned for him. He backed her up to the side of the cattle barn, and then braced an arm on either side of her head.
    “Feels strange having a woman on the farm.” He licked his lips in a slow, sensual drag, his eyes roaming her face as if memorizing her every feature. “I could get used to it, though.”
    “I don't know how long I’d last in a place like this.” She smiled, looking to the side and the endless white fields. “You guys work so hard, and I wouldn’t have a clue how to help.”
    He leaned over and kissed her temple. “We'd take care of you,” he whispered into her ear. His hot breath and tone of voice promised much more than just food and lodging. How were these men able to arouse her with