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)
“You look like something out of a dream, Grace.”
I look up at him through wet lashes, gagging a little on McCartney’s thickness, but not pulling away. I want them to know what I can take.
McCartney’s hands tighten, and he pulls out with a groan, stroking himself fast. “I’m close,” he warns.
“On her,” Lennon says, eyes locked on mine. “Let her feel it.”
I stay perfectly still, hands braced on Cody and Brody’s thighs, as McCartney spills across my lips, my cheek, and down onto my chest. He groans like he’s dying as he paints me, then leans in, kissing my forehead, voice wrecked.
“You’re a masterpiece.”
And still, they move inside me.
Brody’s thrusts turn erratic. His breath comes in sharp gasps. Cody is relentless, his grip bruising on my hips.
“I’m coming,” Brody chokes out, hips jerking as he buries himself deep. I feel his release, warm and thick, filling me again, and it sends me spiraling.
Cody isn’t far behind. He pulls out only long enough to paint his cum across the curve of my ass, then collapses beside me, dragging his palm down my side.
And then, finally, only Lennon is left.
He kneels in front of me, fingertips trailing through McCartney’s mess on my chest, and his voice is a whisper meant only for me.
“You ready for me, Grace?”
I look up at him, feeling wrecked, soaked, and aching, and I smile.
“Always.”
Lennon doesn’t rush.
He’s the last of the nine tonight, and it feels like a culmination. Like he’s been building toward this moment in quiet increments, saving his need behind every sharp glance, every careful stroke.
He watches me now, eyes burning with something deeper than hunger.
“Lie back,” he says, voice low and calm. “Let me take care of you.”
I do what he says, still trembling, body slick and spent and open. My legs fall apart automatically, and I’m wet and loose. I’m used, but not in a way that feels dirty. It feels satisfying, like completing a marathon.
Lennon kneels between my thighs and runs his fingers through the mess the others left behind. He doesn’t flinch or hesitate. His thumb circles my clit, featherlight.
“Look at you,” he murmurs. “You’ve taken all of us. And you’re still here. Still needing.”
I moan, hips arching helplessly. My skin is too hot. My throat is raw from crying out, but my body is starving for him.
He strokes himself once, twice, his face contorting, his dick thick and slick with precum, before pressing forward. He doesn’t ask, sliding in, slow and smooth, stretching me open all over again.
I gasp from his size and weight and the way he holds himself still, buried deep, chest against mine, lips grazing my cheek.
“I don’t want to fuck you fast,” he murmurs. “I want to fuck you deep. And slow. Exactly how you need it.”
Then he moves, rocking in long, controlled strokes, his hands braced on either side of my head. His rhythm is maddening. Too slow to chase climax. Too good to fight.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers. “Every single inch of you.”
I whimper beneath him, body clenching, but he doesn’t speed up. He keeps pressing deeper until I’m not sure where I end, and he begins.
His hand slides under my neck, lifting me gently so our mouths meet. When I come, it’s on a sigh. Quiet. Shaky. A slow unraveling that steals my breath and leaves me weightless.
Lennon groans softly into my mouth as he follows me over the edge, spilling inside me with a shudder, his body going taut before sinking down against mine. He kisses the space below my ear.
“Thank you,” he breathes. “For trusting us. For bringing everything we were missing into our home.”
I close my eyes, boneless beneath him, and let the moment settle around us.
Then, footsteps thud on the deck.
Voices.
I blink up at the sky where the moon has shifted and turn my head toward the edge of the blanket.
Levi and Corbin are standing there.
Still half in shadow, fresh from wrangling bedtime stories and toothbrushes, their eyes lock on me. On all of us.
Corbin’s mouth parts. Levi’s jaw ticks. Neither one speaks.
Their eyes move over my body. Lennon between my parted legs. The glisten of sweat and cum on my skin. The men gathered around me, panting and sated.
And yet...
I see it.
The need.
40
LEVI
I’ve seen a lot in my life.
Births. Deaths. Storms that tore the roof off the old barn. My father down on his knees, praying through tears when the cattle fell sick. My mother, exhausted, sponging our foreheads when we were all running a fever. I’ve seen men fight for land and for pride and for the sheer hell of it, but I’ve never seen anything like this.
Grace.
Naked under the stars, her body glistens with sex and sweat and moonlight. Her thighs are slick with the cum of my brothers and cousins. Her red lips are parted, and her chest rises and falls with exhausted little gasps.