Page 14 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men

CAMRYN

When you boil it down, life’s really nothing more than a long series of interconnected decisions. The decision to wake up, the decision to go to work. The decision to pack up your life and drive halfway across the country, on a whim.

Then there’s the decision to fuck two gorgeous, beautiful men with perfect bodies, and even more perfect cocks.

To allow yourself to be carried upstairs, thrown into the softness of a king-sized bed, and be absolutely annihilated — from both ends — until your ensuing orgasm obliterates any further decision making, and your eyes roll all the way into the back of your head.

Some decisions, as it turns out, are more consequential than others.

And a select few are absolutely legendary.

“Give her back. It’s my turn now.”

I whimpered as my ankles were grabbed, my body spun around, and my thighs spread open from the opposite end of the bed.

Ryder pushed between my legs and plunged into me once more, again spearing me to the core.

I felt him bottom out somewhere inside me, his thrusting shaft picking up where his friend left off.

The sheer weight of his body crushed me into the mattress, temporarily driving the air from my lungs.

I tried to gasp but his mouth covered mine, leaving me to breathe in his hot breath in a fiery, molten kiss.

My God…

The whole thing felt like a dream, playing out slowly in my mind.

I recalled looking up at them, from the bed.

The guys stripping themselves naked, standing above me.

I could remember the look of lust in their eyes, and the sound of their clothing, hitting the floor.

I was so turned on I was queasy. So breathlessly eager to have them inside me, I’d have done anything and everything they wanted.

And then they were on me, pouncing like ravenous lions, touching me everywhere at once. One of them holding and kissing me into the next world, while the other shoved himself between my legs and fucked me the way I so desperately needed to be fucked.

The greatest part was in letting go; just giving myself completely over to these two, confident males.

They’d rescued me, fed me, taken me in. Yet they were complete strangers, too.

Guys I didn’t know, and had only barely met, and yet somehow, they were fucking me like they owned me.

Taking turns on me, over and over, like the three of us had been doing it our entire lives.

The fact they were strangers made it even better for me, if I were being honest. Normally, I was a fairly conservative girl.

The relationships I’d had were pretty standard, the courtships tame, the sex good if not a bit vanilla.

I chalked this up to the types of guys I’d gone for, rather than my own preferences.

I’d always chased men that were safe, and not edgy.

White collar men who worked with their minds, rather than their hands.

These men were the opposite of all that.

They were soldiers turned mountain men — brutal and rugged, vicious toward their enemies.

Oakley, as sweet as he’d been toward me, had a dangerous gleam to his eye.

And Ryder? Fuck, I’d been outright afraid of him, at first. I knew him as the type of man that tore other men apart.

I’d even seen that raw, animalistic side of him, firsthand.

Right now that animal was between my legs, pumping away like a well-oiled machine.

And I was clawing him in. Urging him deeper as I rolled my hips and bit his neck, dragging my nails up and down his broad, impossibly muscled back.

I was still screaming for him to fuck me harder, when he rolled me onto my stomach and entered me from behind.

I was in lust with him. I couldn’t stop if I’d wanted to.

And that’s when Oakley lifted my chin, kissed me hungrily, then slid himself straight down my throat.

Fuck.

YES.

I took to serving them both like a fish to water, sucking one greedily while screwing my ass back against the other.

It was even more amazing, accommodating them both at once.

Taking these men deep inside me from both ends; as they held and caressed and spitroasted me, between two long, thick shafts that I just couldn’t get enough of.

And believe it or not, those shafts were so close in length and thickness they were almost like twins.

It was like seeing double, watching them piston in and out of me.

I felt so wanton and slutty and dirty, all at the same time, but to my surprise, my motives were thrillingly shameless.

Instead, I felt sexually liberated. Set free to finally enjoy all the incredible things I’d ever wanted, or even thought about, or fantasized I could do.

More than anything, I wanted to do them all.

Each time their strong hands moved over my body, I sighed with delirious contentment.

Every time they switched places, it made me hotter and wetter, until I was dripping down my own thighs.

It felt so good on my hands and knees, rocking my body back and forth between them.

But it felt even better when one of them would grab my hair and take over, pushing my head so far down on his friend’s dick that I could feel the head pulsing with arousal, deep in my throat.

At one point I was on my back, legs pinned over Oakley’s shoulders. He was fucking me deeply, sawing slowly in and out of me, as I writhed and twisted in Ryder’s lap. Bending over me, his hot mouth hovered next to my ear.

“You like this?” he asked thickly.

I sighed headily in response, my face already contorted in rapture.

“I love it.”

“What do you love?”

My body rocked forward, filled from within. Ryder kissed me on the upstroke and I cooed into his mouth.

“I love… I love…”

“What?” he teased.

“I love feeling so full .”

He kissed me again, with such heat and passion that it left me delirious. Then I opened for him, and he pushed himself back into my mouth.

“I’ll bet you do.”