Total pages in book: 248
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
“Damn,” she whimpers. “You… You’re…” The words seem to get stuck in her throat so she just licks her lips and squeezes her eyes shut again and Tripp and I go back to what we’d been doing. I give each toe the same treatment I’d given the first before moving on to the other foot, and watch as Tripp slowly licks her pussy then moves to her thighs, torturing her by kissing and licking all around the area she actually wants him to touch.
She’s writhing and begging beneath us when he finally gets back to her pussy. I finish up at her feet and tap his back. He flips around with a smile, straddling her waist as I work my way up her legs. And just when she was about to cry from begging, we both close our mouths over her at the same time.
“Oh, god!” Marci cries when my fingers push inside her. We work her pussy like we’re experts on the subject, watching her tight channel clamp around my fingers as Tripp sucks her clit.
She comes hard and when she’s done, Tripp unties her enough to help her onto her knees while I position myself behind her.
Her eyes get big when she realizes what’s about to happen. “Oh, I… Can you… I don’t know if you’ll both fit.”
“That’s why there’s more than one hole, darlin,” I whisper in her ear.
“Holy crap,” she squeaks.
Tripp runs his fingers down her slit, gathering her juices, then rubs his hand over mine. I take the gathered juices and massage them across her tight back hole, getting her ready for me.
Tripp kisses her mouth while I kiss her neck and her cries of worry died to quiet whimpers as she squirms between us.
“I want to… What about you guys?” she whispers. “You guys should get some pleasure too, not just me!”
“What, you think we’re not going to get pleasure by sinking our cocks into all your tight little holes?” Tripp teases. “Don’t worry, baby, you’re gonna make us come so hard. Trust.”
“Okay.” She giggles, sounding much younger than she is, then kisses Tripp.
When she pulls away, he leans over her shoulder and kisses me briefly. “You ready?” he asks against my lips.
“I’m always ready.”
“You ready?” he asks Marci.
She just nods.
I wait, my front pressed to Marci’s back while he slowly lines his cock up with her entrance, confirming once more that she’s okay, then pushes inside with one hard thrust.
“Oh!” she cries.
When he’s inside her, he stills, and I line my cock up with her crinkled rosebud, add some spit-lube and slowly push past her entrance, pressing ever so slowly in, one inch at a time. Her back tenses as she holds her breath, then follows the action with several deep labored breaths as if breathing deeply enough would allow us room to fill her up. When I push all the way in and she’s filled to the hilt, stuffed with our cocks, she leans forward and lays her head on Tripp’s shoulder. Her hand snakes up to thread her fingers through his hair.
I can’t see her face, and I hate that but her soft whimpers of pleasure and pain are giving me life as I pull out then sink back inside her time and time again. Tripp and I move in rhythm, as if grooving to a song only we can hear.
Her cries get louder and more frantic, and finally, right when I’m about to blow my load into her ass, she raises up on her knees, as straight as she can go when Tripp thrusts into her one last time.
“Oh, yes, oh god yes. Oh I’m coming!” she cries.
Tripp grins like the cat that ate the canary, and wraps his arms tight around her crooning into her ear. “That’s a good girl, come for Daddy.”
By the time we fall into bed after numerous rounds of sex and a late-night snack, the moon is high in the sky and the world is asleep. We’ve smashed our night before a rodeo rules to smithereens and I don’t have a single regret.
Chapter Seven
Tripp
The incessant beeping of the alarm on my phone finally pulls me out of a deep slumber and I wake hot and sticky, tangled between Marci and Levi, my morning wood pressing into Marci’s back while Levi’s presses into mine.
My eyes feel crusty and heavy, and I know I could sleep for another five hours more, no issue. But that’s not an option. We have to get to the fairgrounds where the rodeo is being held.
I lay in bed for a moment longer, savoring the feeling of their bodies next to mine before my bladder finally forces me out of bed. I stumble to the bathroom and when I’m there, I finally come fully awake, my eyes popping wide open as I realize what I’ve done.