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)
“Is this okay?” he asks.
She smiles up at him, nodding. “Yes,” she whispers.
“Good girl,” Conway praises. “You’re taking Harrison so well.”
And she is. She really is. I get lost in the tight heat of her pussy, lost in the glazed look in her eyes when McCartney rucks up her tank, pushes up her bra, and sucks her nipple. Flames lick up my spine when Nash latches onto the other breast, and Grace has to close her eyes from the pleasure. Cody licks his finger and begins to circle her clit while I keep a slow, steady rhythm, wanting to last. Five men play with her body, teasing her higher and higher while four others watch.
“That’s it, Grace,” Dylan says. “You’re doing so well, taking so much.”
“Come, Gracie,” Jaxon murmurs. “Let us hear you come.”
“Fuck,” I growl as her body seizes and her back arches, pussy clamping down like a vice. McCartney kisses the orgasm from her lips, her body convulsing around mine and I spill inside her, writing a promise as deep as I can.
I’m yours, my body tells her. And you’re mine. And before the night is done, all my brothers and cousins will claim you, too.
I rest back on my haunches, stroking my dick until the last of my cum coats her labia, staring at our shared arousal leaking from inside her. I’m man number one. What’s she going to look like when man number eleven has filled her up?
A sticky, creamy, perfect mess.
I move aside, and Jaxon settles himself between Grace’s thighs, taking his time to slide inside her. The look on his face is one of pure bliss, and he takes a deep breath before looking at Conway.
“Okay, son,” Conway says. “Give her a good time.”
He rocks against her, slow and easy, his mouth on hers, her body pinned down by his, and then he moves faster, and her cries rise with him, her voice breaking.
Cody and Dylan stroke themselves through their pants, their gazes locked on the scene.
The second climax is louder, stronger, and Grace is panting, her hair fanned out, her skin glistening with sweat.
I don’t know where Nash finds the courage to push his cousin aside and sink into the same pussy he’s filled, but he does. His thrusts are harder and more demanding, and Grace’s eyes open, her fingers digging into the blanket beneath her.
Jaxon, his cock still slick, leans forward and kisses her deeply, his fingers rolling her nipple, and I watch as her moans are swallowed by him, and Nash’s body undulates into her.
“Shit,” Nash hisses, spilling into her, his face contorted, his whole body taut.
Grace lies in the middle of the blanket, her limbs loose and her hair wild. Her breathing is ragged, and her smile is wide. Conway eases out from beneath her, removing her shirt, tank, and bra until she’s as naked as the day she was born. He rolls her over and tugs her hips with demanding strength until she’s on her hands and knees, hair wild around her face and shoulders.
Propped on one muscular forearm, he presses a kiss between her shoulder blades. “You’ve taken three men already. Let me make it five. Dylan,” He tips his head to encourage his brother to approach. In sync, they both unfasten their belts, pulling leather through loops with matching thwacks. Jeans are unfastened and cocks removed, then Conway kneels behind Grace, curving his body over hers. He wraps his hand around her throat possessively.
“It’s time, Gracie. Time for us to claim you. To show you what your life could be like if you stay with us and commit to becoming our woman. There will never be a time when you have to worry about us letting you down, or forgetting your needs. You’ll be at the center of our world, always. Just like you are now. Do you understand me?”
She nods, her eyelids heavy as he pushes inside her messy pussy, tipping her chin for his younger brother. Dylan strokes Grace’s cheek, then coats her lips with his precum. “God help me, I want to claim this pretty mouth all for myself,” he says as she parts her lips and lets him rest the head of his cock against the flat of her tongue. When he slides deeper, her red lips encircle his length, and his eyes roll at perfection.
Conway’s body is draped over Grace’s like a weighted blanket; all heat and muscle and grounding safety. She’s stretched, glistening, swollen—and somehow still ready for more.
Conway eases forward, thrusting inside her, slow and deliberate. Her mouth parts in a silent gasp. Her fingers twitch like she’s searching for something—someone—and Jaxon, still kneeling close, threads his hand through hers, pressing a kiss to her temple.
“Easy,” he whispers. “You’ve got this.”
I watch Conway fill her, inch by inch, his face taut with restraint. He’s big, but her body yields with such sweet, willing tension that my own cock twitches, already aching to be inside her again.