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)
And her eyes—those goddamn pretty, hazel eyes—are locked on me.
Corbin exhales beside me, low and reverent. “Jesus,” he murmurs. “They went and gave her all of it.”
I don’t answer. I move.
I step off the deck like a man approaching a sacred ritual that could be over at any minute. The firelight casts Grace in gold. Her arms are flung wide across the blanket, her body loose and boneless, but she lifts her head when I come close.
“Levi,” she says, breathy and wrecked.
My knees nearly buckle.
I drop to the ground beside her, brushing damp hair from her cheek. Her body’s warm. So warm. I run the backs of my fingers down her throat, across her collarbone, over the sticky mess on her breasts.
“You okay?” I ask.
She nods. “More than okay.”
“You look…” I swallow. “Like something divine.”
“I feel divine.”
I chuckle, then lean in to kiss her, gently and thoroughly, uncaring about the ten men around me in various states of undress, or how I smell them on her; musky and mixed with her sweet feminine scent. Her lips are soft, her tongue lazy. The kiss isn’t hungry like I expected but soft and sweet, like she knows who I am and what I need, and it lights a fire in my gut that’s been building since I saw her in that pencil skirt, all fire and beauty.
Corbin’s voice is soft behind me. “You gonna share her?”
“Not this second,” I mutter, running my hand down her stomach. “She’s been passed around enough for one night.”
But she hears me. She lifts her head and touches my jaw. “Levi… I want both of you.”
Fuck.
I close my eyes for a second, because that’s it. That’s the edge snapping. The dam breaking. The last thread of restraint unspooling.
I nod once, turning to Corbin. “You up for this?”
His grin is already unusually wicked. “Been waiting all night.”
He kneels at her side, fingers stroking her inner thigh. “Look at this mess,” he says, dragging his finger through the slick that glistens there. “She’s already overflowing.”
“And she’s gonna take more,” I growl, unbuckling my belt. “Every last damn inch I have to give.”
I position myself between her legs, sliding two fingers through her soaked folds. She’s swollen, slick, dripping with all the men who came before, but her body welcomes me. Her hips lift toward me, soft little whimpers falling from her lips.
“Please,” she whispers. “Levi…”
I guide myself slowly, inch by inch. The stretch is deep, and I groan. Fuck, she’s tight, even after taking almost every one of us.
Corbin shifts behind her, lifting her upper body and cradling her against his chest. I pull the lube I grabbed from my nightstand, hoping that we’d return to this and maybe our girl would need some help. He catches it and tips it onto his fingers. When he circles her tight hole, her pussy bears down on me hard enough that I see stars. “Relax,” Corbin croons as he presses kisses to her sweaty nape. “Relax, and you’ll feel so good with us both inside you.” I feel one of his fingers push inside her through the thin wall. He waits until she’s grown accustomed to the intrusion, adding a second, and I watch Grace’s expression shift from trepidation to slack pleasure.
“See,” Corbin whispers. “It feels good, doesn’t it.”
“Yes,” she gasps, as he flutters his fingers inside her and works up to adding a third. Holding still while buried deep in the woman of my dreams and fantasies is torture, but Corbin needs to prepare Grace fully so we don’t hurt her. His cock nudges between her ass cheeks, and she reaches behind to guide him.
“You okay, honey?” he murmurs against her ear.
“Yes,” she gasps. “God, yes.”
I watch her face as Corbin pushes into that forbidden place, the wideness of her eyes, the tight pinch of her lips until he’s deep, lined up alongside me, wrapped up in all her tightness. Her body arches, caught between us, completely filled. Her mouth falls open in a silent gasp.
“Easy,” I pant, wrapping her legs around my waist. “We’ve got you.”
We move slowly at first, taking turns to ease in and out like we’re riding a skittish horse. Her hands grip Corbin’s arms. Her eyes meet mine.
And then we find that rhythm, that friction, that perfect sync. Every time Corbin rocks in, I press forward. She moans, body trembling, her pussy clenching around me with each stroke.
“Look at you,” I whisper. “Taking both of us. Letting us fill you.”
“You’re so good, Grace,” Corbin pants. “So fucking perfect. So made for all of us.”
Her breath stutters. Her thighs quake. She’s close again.
And in record time, so are we. I can’t even feel bad about not lasting longer because no man could restrain himself while experiencing such perfection.
I lean forward, my forehead pressed to hers. “Come with us, baby. Come first, and then we’ll fill you together.”