His hand reached out, fingertips skimming her arm, sending a jolt through her like lightning on dry grass. “Every inch of me.” She felt the thick tip of his cock press against her tight hole, and she tensed, a flicker of fear mingling with the overwhelming desire coursing through her. she wondered, her mind spinning. She pulled back slightly, but Duke’s hand cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing her lip, grounding her. She tried to cling to her usual confidence, but her voice wavered, betraying the desire simmering beneath. “You’re still so tight, Ma,” Duke groaned, his voice rough with restraint as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. “We’ve got you. Her heart stuttered as Duke and Wyatt’s silhouettes emerged against the night sky, their broad frames unmistakable. “That’s it, Ma,” Wyatt groaned, his thrusts steady and deep, syncing with Duke’s as they moved inside her. She’d raised Duke and Wyatt alone, teaching them to rope, ride, and endure the relentless demands of this life. She leaned against Duke, her head on his shoulder, Wyatt’s arms encircling her from behind, their warmth anchoring her. “Ma,” Duke murmured, brushing a damp curl from her face, his touch tender yet possessive.
