He gave me a lazy grin.
My skirts, which had fallen over my legs when I rolled, were flipped up, baring my bottom. Fingers gripped my hips, and the head of his cock rubbed against my slick, swollen pussy. I whimpered as little zings of pleasure sizzled through my insides, feeling exquisitely sensitive after William’s rough pounding and my own intense orgasm.
Not that I would ask Clive to stop.
He thrust in just as hard and fast as William had, and I cried out, shutting my eyes against William’s avid expression as he watched Clive ride me. The new position meant every time Clive slammed home, his body pressed against the base of the plug, making it feel as though both it and his cock were shoving into me at once. My body spasmed around the invaders, the powerful stimulation making my senses shriek.
Clive’s fingers gripped my hips tightly, pinning me to the table in a feat of fierce, raw lust, he vented on my all-too-willing body. Even as tears began to slide down my cheeks again, the intensity of the pleasure running through me becoming almost painful, I loved every second of it.
The feeling of him inside me, the slippery wetness of William’s cum easing his passage, William’s eyes watching us with pleasure, even though he’d already taken his fill…
It was savagely intimate and entirely satisfying.
He buried himself in my pussy, and I cried out as his cock pressed against a spot deep inside. My whole body seized and quaked, muscles clutching his cock and the plug, sending me soaring with rapture and milking him as he came.
Completely limp from pleasure, I sighed with utter repletion.
William
* * *
Watching Clive take our wife stirred my cock, even though it had only been mere minutes since I’d had her. If I wasn’t so damn hungry for actual food, I might have stepped up for a second, slower turn with our wife, but that could wait for later. My stomach growled in agreement. It had been a long day, although I’d enjoyed the homecoming.
Clive pulled away from Sassy with a satisfied sigh that matched my sentiments. She opened her eyes, but I could tell she wasn’t seeing me even though she was looking at me. There was a happy little smile on her face that made my heart pound with something other than lust.
Something sweeter.
Something softer.
Dinner was delicious, as always, and Sassy had baked us cookies for dessert, although she called them ‘biscuits’ to my and Clive’s amusement. I’d have to give her my ma’s recipe for real biscuits… I just had to remember where I’d put it. Unlike Sassy, neither Clive nor I had any skill at baking. She seemed to enjoy it, though, and we certainly enjoyed her efforts.
Unfortunately, there was also something we needed to discuss before bed that would put a bit of a damper on things. I cleared my throat.
“Sassy, what can you tell us about Lord Carmichael?”
Our wife froze in her seat, dark eyes opening wide, full of fear.
“Wh-what do you need to know?”
The tremor in her voice was enough to have Clive and me scooting closer to her, protectively offering our reassurance. We each took a hand, bolstering her from either side.
“Clive is going into town tomorrow to speak to the sheriff.” I caressed the soft skin of her hand with my thumb, trying to soothe her.
“I meant to go before this, but we had some catching up to do on the ranch after the wedding,” Clive said.
We weren’t a big operation, and with both of us away from the ranch at the same time, our workers took the brunt of it while we were away, but none of them had complained. They understood and were happy for us, but we hadn’t felt comfortable taking any time away until today when I’d come to the house to plug Sassy. Tomorrow, it would be Clive’s turn, although he’d be going into town since we’d take care of plugging our wife before we left for the day.
“It’s unlikely he’ll be able to follow you out here, even if he wanted to,” Clive said confidently. “But we won’t take any chances with your safety. I want Sheriff Baker to know there might be people asking after you and not to tell them anything. I’ll also tell him whatever I can about Carmichael, so he can be on the lookout.”
Sassy stared at the table, not meeting our eyes. Clive and I exchanged a worried glance over her head. She had told