Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121296 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121296 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
“Take them off,” I whisper, already anticipating Corbin’s tongue on my clit and maybe his fingers inside me. Conway knee walks across the mattress until he’s on my right, while my panties are eased down my legs, and I’m spread open by Corbin’s strong hands, whimpering at the sensation and the hungry look in his eyes.
“Taste her,” Conway orders, unsnapping the front fastening of my bra. His fingers toy with my nipples as Corbin uses his thumbs to part my labia and the tip of his tongue to run slight circles around my clit.
Corbin’s mouth is warm, reverent, and he explores me with intense focus, as though every inch of me he touches is holy ground. I grip the sheets, breath hitching, body arching into the attention like I’ve been waiting for this kind of worship my whole life.
“Damn, she’s beautiful,” Conway says, as Corbin’s hands anchor my hips as he kisses lower, slow and unhurried.
Around me, the bed shifts. Conway trails his fingers down my arm, watching my face with a quiet awe that almost undoes me. Corbin’s palm rests gently on my thigh, grounding me in the moment.
“Look at her,” Conway murmurs, voice husky with appreciation. “She’s glowing.”
I let out a soft sound that’s half moan and half laugh as Corbin kisses up my inner thigh, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. He doesn’t rush. Neither of them does. There’s no frenzy here, no performance. Just two men so attuned to what I want and need, it hurts my heart.
The men that came before weren’t like this, which made it easier for me to retreat into myself. But I can’t hold back as they both watch me and the pleasure their actions are stimulating.
Conway’s gaze is heat and promise wrapped in restraint. “Tell us what you want, Grace,” he says. “We’re yours.”
I swallow hard, my heart hammering in my chest. “I want this,” I whisper. “Both of you. Like this… don’t stop.”
Conway leans in and kisses my shoulder, lips soft against my skin. “We won’t. Not until you forget the world exists outside the walls of this room.”
He doesn’t realize that’s already happening. Bit by bit, everything I thought I wanted, everything I thought was important, is slipping away. The world outside of the fences that encircle this home seems like an illusion, a dream I’m forgetting hour by hour.
I arch into Corbin’s mouth as he presses two thick fingers inside me and curls them perfectly. I stare into Conway’s eyes as he watches me writhe, cataloging everything so he can ruin me again when it’s his turn. He caresses me with soft touches like a brush over canvas, marking the edges of my form until I fall into pleasure so deep, I drown, gasping and curling, trapping Corbin’s fingers deep inside me as my thighs clamp together.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, kissing my knee. Corbin shifts upward, his chest pressing to mine, his mouth brushing my ear. “You okay?”
I stroke his cheek with the back of my fingers. “Yeah. More than okay.”
Conway threads his fingers with mine as Corbin presses a kiss to my collarbone, then my sternum, then lower still.
Somewhere in the press of skin on skin, the weight of their gaze, and in the way their hands never stop learning me, I stop thinking about what comes next.
I just feel.
And I fall a little deeper.
31
CORBIN
I kiss her, stroking my tongue deep as I slide my cock through her wetness and over her swollen clit. She’s everything right now: her taste in my mouth, her scent fogging my senses, the feel of her beneath me, and the promise of her heat.
I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be this version of me; a man on the brink of losing control.
Nothing else matters, only Grace’s hips undulating against mine, craving to be filled, and my building arousal. I close my eyes, wanting to shut out the world and bury myself inside her, where everything is sweet and good. When the head of my dick slips inside an inch, I feel it everywhere.
She pants, “Yes, oh fuck” as I put my full weight behind my cock and force my way inside, too lost to ask her if she wants this and if it’s okay. Her body parts around mine, accepting me, cradling me, holding me like I could float away at any second.
I forgot about the magic of sex. The strength of the total and complete bonding a person can feel with another when all the emotions are right. I don’t move. I can’t. The way her body opens around me, heat drawing me deeper, is enough to short-circuit all thought. My arms tighten around her without realizing it, as if holding her too loosely might let the moment escape.
Grace arches under me, her fingers gripping my shoulders like she’s anchoring herself, and her eyes—half-lidded, glazed with need—meet mine.