“Whatever you’ll let us, Ma,” he said, his voice rough with need. And yet, here they were, her sons, looking at her with a hunger that mirrored her own. The sensation stirred a warmth low in her belly, a reminder of desires she’d buried deep. “You’re so big.”
“You’re so tight, Ma,” Duke groaned, his voice strained as he held himself still, letting her adjust to his size. “Don’t we all deserve a little ease? His thumb brushed her cheek, grounding her in the moment. “But you better treat me right, boys.”
Wyatt’s grin was wicked, his teeth flashing in the moonlight as he stepped closer. Wyatt’s lips claimed hers again, his kiss deep and commanding, his tongue dancing with hers in a rhythm that left her dizzy. Duke’s cock strained against his jeans, its size evident even before he shucked them, reminding her of the bulls they wrangled—raw, untamed power. Her clit pulsed, begging for attention, and she reached down, her fingers rubbing the sensitive nub frantically.
