Van, Becca - Slick Rock Cowboys [Slick Rock 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Becca van Read Free Book Online

pulled her borrowed jacket and shirt down off one arm, then tethered her once more and did the same to her other arm. He grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed, moved down her side, lifted her hips, and shoved the pillow beneath her. They had her in the perfect position for a spanking.
    “Let me the fuck go now. I hate you two,” Tara yelled at them, but then contradicted her words by pushing her hips up toward them, begging for more of their touch.
    “Oh, no you don’t, sweetheart. You don’t hate us at all, because if you did, you wouldn’t be lying there panting with need or bucking up, begging for our touch. But you’re not really upset. I can see your eyes begging us to touch you,” Johnny replied with a chuckle.
    Tara didn’t bother to reply. She closed her eyes and sighed, letting Clay know she had been waiting for this moment. He intended to make sure she enjoyed every minute of his and his brother’s dominance.
    Whack.
    “Ow, that hurt.”
    “It was supposed to, baby. You know the rules. You have known our rules since you were a kid. You’re not allowed to swear, and you didn’t answer when I asked you a question. Not to mention what you said to Johnny earlier. So far you have racked up three punishments, and that’s being lenient. Keep cussing and I’ll add more,” Clay said, smoothing a hand over her warm, silky ass.
    Whack. Whack. Whack.
    “Hmm, I love to see your ass a nice pretty pink color. It gets me so hard I could pound nails,” Johnny whispered in Tara’s ear, but loud enough for Clay to hear.
    Clay smoothed his hand over Tara’s hot bottom. He gave a chuckle as she thrust her hips up into his hand. He grasped the fleshy globes of her ass, massaging the lush pink flesh, being careful not to hurt her.
    “You like getting your ass spanked, don’t ya, baby?” Clay asked.
    “No.”
    Whack. “Don’t lie to me, Tara. I’ll bet if I touch your pussy, I’m gonna find it nice and wet. Won’t I, baby?”
    “No,” Tara lied as she gasped with pleasure.
    Whack. “Let’s find out. If you’re all creamy and wet, I’m gonna spank you some more for lying to me, Tara.”
    Clay slid his hands down over Tara’s buttocks and down the back of her thighs. He then put his large hands on the inside of her thighs and slowly ran his hands up her warm legs. He dipped one finger into the warm, wet well and had to bite his tongue at the pool of moisture he found. Their little baby was dripping.
    “Oh, you are in so much trouble,” Clay said and punctuated his statement with the palm of his hand. “You lied to me, Tara.” Whack. “That’s seven, baby.”
    Clay slid down between Tara’s legs until his face was level with her creamy cunt. He placed his arms over and around her thighs and lifted her ass a little higher into the air. He bent down and inhaled the delicious scent of aroused woman. He slid his tongue out between the folds of her creamy sex, groaning at the ambrosia coating his tongue. He couldn’t get enough of her. He opened his mouth wide and devoured her pussy, holding Tara in place as she wriggled and squirmed beneath his mouth.
    Clay laved his tongue over and around her delicate folds of flesh, flicking across her engorged clit every few strokes until he had Tara pushing her hips up into his mouth. He slid down through her folds and speared his tongue into her wet little hole, growling with satisfaction when he felt her muscles clench and release around his slick muscle. He moved back up, flattened his tongue, twirling and sliding it across her nub. He moved one of his arms and slid the tip of a large, thick finger just inside her tight hole.
    “Oh my God. What are you doing to me?” Tara moaned, thrusting her hips at Clay.
    “Clay’s punishing you, sweetheart. He is going to take you to the brink of orgasm again and again, but he’s not gonna let you go over,” Johnny whispered into Tara’s ear.

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    Tara felt Johnny turn her face to him with a gentle finger