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)
It’s ridiculous to feel aroused by the sight of her tiny feet, nails painted as red as her lips, but I do. And knowing there’s so much more to be revealed has my cock stiffening behind the zipper of my jeans. Conway unbuttons her shirt and pulls her into his arms so her back rests against his chest and her arms are hooked tightly in the material. He whispers something into her ear, which makes her shiver, and her nipples tighten beneath her tank.
“Take off her jeans,” Conway orders Jaxon.
Jay responds quickly, unbuttoning and unzipping, then easing the denim over Grace’s shapely legs until she’s left in black cotton panties.
“And her underwear,” Conway says.
Jaxon seems to seek reassurance from Grace that she wants this, and she nods, her lips parting on a swift inhale as he bares her to the rest of us under the stars.
Nine sets of eyes focus on the brown curls at the apex of her thighs and the miles of smooth skin that leads to the tightest, sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted. Conway’s hands cup the insides of her thighs, and he parts them, using his thumbs to spread her labia.
“See these men,” he says, in his gruffest, growliest voice. “You understand what seeing you like this does to them? What they want to do for you, Gracie? How they want to serve you?”
She shakes her head, blinking slowly like she’s drunk too much punch.
“They want to worship at your altar, darlin’. Show you all the ways they can make you scream. There isn’t another person around for miles who can hear you cry out or see you spread out like a feast for us.”
Grace whimpers, her hands still tight at her sides, immobile, as Jaxon dips his head to flick his tongue over her clit. She’s so aroused that one simple touch is enough to make her buck off the blanket, her legs fighting against Conway’s grip to snap together. She’s no match for a hardened cowboy like Conway, though, and Jaxon isn’t giving up his place between her legs that quickly.
“Sshhh,” Conway whispers. “It’s okay. Jaxon’s going to make it all better.”
I lean closer, watching, fascinated, as Jaxon’s fingers slip inside Grace and his tongue swipes through her folds over and over, working his magic, making her moan. When she starts to come, Jaxon groans, lapping at her wetness, his nose nuzzling her clit. Conway pulls her closer, murmuring reassurances, his fingers rubbing small circles over her ribs and across her breasts.
“That’s it, darlin’. You did so good.”
I move forward, my cock straining at my jeans. Grace’s pretty hazel eyes meet mine, heavy-lidded and a little bleary. “Harrison,” she whispers, her hands flexing like she wants to reach for me.
“It’s okay, princess,” I say, taking Jaxon’s place between her slack legs. “We’re going to take such good care of you. Give you your birthday orgasms, one after another.”
She whimpers as I run my index finger around her swollen clit, teasing but never quite touching. Jaxon leans in to kiss her mouth, stealing her focus for a second, until I fill her with two beckoning fingers, and her whole body stiffens.
That’s it, Gracie. I’ve got you.
I palm my cock through my jeans, but it’s awkward, so I unzip and pull it out, dazed as I imagine sliding it into her tight, wet heat. She’s already slick enough to take me to the hilt in one measured thrust. Maybe an unmeasured one. My usual cool control is slipping as I lean in to lick her.
Jesus, she smells good. Sweet, musky, and familiar, like returning home.
I feel a hand on the back of my head and find Conway holding me where he wants me, guiding me to the task.
“That’s good, Harrison,” Conway praises. “Make her ready, then you can take her.”
I raise my head, lips slick, surprised that he wouldn’t want to take that privilege for himself.”
“Come on, now,” Conway urges. “Don’t leave her hangin’.”
“You ready for me?” I ask.
“Yeah,” she says.
Edging forward, I push my knees beneath her thighs and run the head of my dick between her pretty pussy lips, notching at her entrance. Her lips part, and she looks up at Conway, then back at me, totally sandwiched between us. He’s still holding her legs apart, still a part of what we’re doing here, keeping her grounded, maybe. I get why he feels it’s necessary in the face of the overwhelming number of men watching everything and waiting for their turn, and Grace’s tender emotions.
I slide my hands over the outside of her thighs and lean in to press a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. “Gracie,” I whisper as I slide inside her, groaning at how tight she is around me.
“Harrison,” she whispers back as I begin to move.
McCartney kneels next to Grace, lifting her hair and pressing a kiss against her lips.