Page 14 of Dirty Cowboys (Masked Men #7)

Nash suddenly pulls out of my mouth, and I gasp.

Before I know what’s happening, Duke throws me over his shoulder. “Let’s get you inside so you don’t get sick—it would be such a shame if we couldn’t fuck you every day.”

I feel like a rag doll as we walk toward the house. Nash and Walker lead the way, and when we reach the stairs, Walker opens the door. As Duke walks past him, he brings his hand down hard on my ass, and it burns the entire way up to Duke’s room.

Duke places me down on my feet and undoes the rope from my hands.

“You two are going to pretend we’re not here.

Indie, come with me.” Duke holds out his hand and I take it, and he leads me around the side of the bed.

He unbuttons my shirt, then slides it over my shoulders and lets it fall to the floor.

Duke takes me in, and I shiver. He looks at me in a way I can’t explain.

He says nothing as he removes his clothes, and I swallow hard watching this man get naked.

Once all his clothes are off, he gets up on the bed, his back against the headboard.

“I want you on my cock.”

I smile at him and climb on the bed, ready to straddle him, but he grabs my waist and turns me around to face Walker and Nash, who are kissing intensely. Duke rubs his cock along my pussy and slowly lets me sink down, his hold on my waist stopping me from grinding on him.

“Don’t move. I want you to watch them while my cock is buried deep inside you, but you won’t be allowed to come unless I let you.”

Watching other people fuck has never been something I’ve been interested in.

Of course I have tried watching porn, but that has nothing on getting a front-row seat to witness Walker and Nash together.

There is something intoxicating about seeing Walker’s hand wrap around Nash’s neck, the veins popping out as Nash pushes into his hold, while loving every second.

Duke’s hands grip my hips, his cock buried so deep inside me, I almost forget how to breathe.

“On your knees, Walker,” Duke commands.

He drops without hesitation, and my pulse thunders in my ears. Walker doesn’t seem like the type who would give up control, yet here he is doing as he is told.

“You know what to do. Show our girl how good you can take Nash’s cock in your mouth.”

Walker licks his lips, and Nash takes him by the jaw, angling his mouth where he wants it.

I moan at the sight of Walker’s lips wrapping around Nash’s length, my core clenching around Duke. He groans behind me, his hands tightening on my waist as he thrusts up into me. It gives me the tiniest bit of relief for two seconds, and then the asshole doesn’t move again.

“Good,” Duke growls. “Now fuck his face, but Walker, do not swallow his cum.”

My eyes go wide as Nash obeys, spearing his fingers into Walker’s hair. He thrusts his cock deep into Walker’s throat, his eyes finding mine.

“You see that?” Duke murmurs against my neck. “That’s what submission looks like. And it’s all for you.”

He presses light kisses against my neck as I watch Nash destroy Walker’s throat, spit rolling down his chin and tears pricking at his eyes.

“Look at you choking on my cock. You want her to see how good you are, don’t you?

But you should see our filthy little whore; her body is begging to be fucked.

” Nash’s hoarse voice fills the room, his words like a physical caress.

“She’s drowning Duke’s cock in her juices just from seeing you on your knees for me. ”

“Oh god,” I whisper as Duke pulls my hips back, letting me get a little friction, yet it doesn’t ease the throbbing. I swear I won’t need him to move; I will come just from the sensation of him inside me.

Nash roars as he comes.

“Do not swallow, Walker. Nash, pull my legs down so they hang over the edge of the bed.”

Nash smiles at me as Duke pulls my legs up, my feet on his thighs, Nash grabs his ankles, pulling him down the bed, and I wait to see what is going to happen next.

“Walker, ass over here and spit that cum on my cock.”

Nash’s eyes widen. He has told me that Duke never touches them during sex; he likes to be in control. So for Nash, Duke wanting his cum on his cock is as good as fucking him, or at least as close as he will get.

Walker places a hand on either side of my waist, and Duke spreads my legs wider as he pulls out of me partway. Walker’s gray eyes lock with mine and my breath hitches when he spits Nash’s cum on Duke’s cock, then Duke thrusts up inside me.

Nash groans as he bites his knuckle. He might have just come, but his cock is hard again.

“I need to come,” I moan as Duke thrusts in and out of me slowly, while both Nash and Walker watch his cock spear Nash’s cum into my pussy.

“What do you want to do, Nash?” Duke asks him.

It must confuse him a little because Nash’s eyes move to Duke’s, and he hesitates just a second before looking back at my pussy.

“I want to eat her cunt while you fuck her, and Walker needs to regain his pride by fucking me.”

Duke wraps his arm around my middle and pulls my body back to his. “Is that what you want, Little Miss Authenticity?”

I smirk. “Yes.”

Nash moves closer, then he wastes no time sucking my clit into his mouth.

His tongue drags through the mess between my thighs, licking me like he’s a starved man.

But when he leans in lower, and his tongue swipes over Duke’s cock as it thrusts in and out of me, Duke groans and his hips jerk.

“Fuck,” he growls. “Keep doing that. Just like that.”

Nash chuckles but doesn’t stop.

Walker moves in behind him and slaps his ass, then rubs his cock along Nash’s crack, his eyes not once leaving mine as he does it. He watches me, watching him. “I can’t fuckin’ wait to brand you like I have them. Everyone is going to know who the fuck you belong to.”

I whimper, my orgasm so close, yet held at bay as Duke teases me. He’s getting me right where I need to be, then he stops, and every time he does, Nash flicks his tongue along Duke’s cock.

Walker slams inside Nash, and he grunts, pulling back from me and looking over his shoulder. “Is that the best you’ve got?”

Walker pushes Nash’s head into my pussy, then he nods in silent conversation to Duke.

Walker fucks Nash hard and fast, and the pressure of Nash’s face in my pussy alongside Duke’s now nonstop thrusts all comes together.

Within moments I’m screaming as my soul leaves my body and my orgasm explodes.

Nash makes a sound, and Duke comes, growling my name into my ear.

“Fuck!” Nash says as Walker tugs on his hair, lifting Nash’s head from between my legs.

“Pull your cock and come,” Duke snaps .

Nash fists his cock and strokes it with the same speed Walker is fucking him until Walker grunts something unintelligible and Nash flops forward onto the bed. “Holy fuck,” he says with a laugh.

I grab his wrist and pull it out from beneath him, bringing his fingers to my mouth and sucking on them.

“Our dirty little cum slut doesn’t want to waste a drop.”

I shudder at his words, but he is right.

Duke eventually slides out of me and pulls me tight into his arms, and Nash and Walker climb onto the bed and flop down on my other side. I never imagined this would feel right, but it does, and there is nowhere else I’d rather be.

Small-Town Confessions - Final Entry

Posted by Indie’s Inner Thoughts

Hey,

I’m writing this with a cowboy hat sitting on my nightstand, rope marks fading on my wrists, and all while smiling so hard my cheeks hurt.

Sometimes when the masks come off, the fun is just beginning.

I came here to reset, thinking I would find myself and make new content. I never imagined it would mean three cowboys seeing straight through to my soul and deciding I was worth keeping.

Being claimed by them was something I never imagined happening.

Even in my deepest fantasies, I never thought it was possible to find men who would make everything I have ever written come true.

But who would also hold me through storms, teach me to fix roofs, and put their hats on my head in front of the whole town.

The masks were just the beginning. What came after—the trust, the care, the way they look at me—is the real fantasy come to life.

I used to think I needed to hide who I really was and what I wanted. Now I wake up every morning knowing I’m exactly where I belong, with three men who love every dirty, messy part of me.

Sometimes the universe really gives you exactly what you ask for, even when you’re too scared to say it out loud.

Thank you for following my journey. This will be my last confession, but it’s definitely not my last adventure.