Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“Qué…buen…chico…” murmurs Master, teeth grating across the side of my neck, sporadically inching over to have my tongue or Little One’s. “Our.” He heaves harder. “Good.” And harsher. “Boy.” Bowing my back is attached to a louder scream. “Such a slutty, little Princess…” The actions repeat, increasing in speed. “Our.” Savagery. “Slutty.” Sharpness. “Princesa.”
Wetness ceaselessly whirls around both cocks, drowning them to the same frenzied pacing they’re overpowering me with.
One brazen buck from Little One is instantly met by two more from Master while two from Master spurs another ruthless rock that’s topped by an even more brutal pump, essentially reigniting the first action, leaving me trapped in a cycle of carnal, toe curling torture.
There’s no room for me to move.
Hell, there’s barely space for me to breathe.
Whimper.
Scream.
Considering how my tits are crushed against Little One and my clit is frenziedly being stroked by Master and my sopping wet, trembling muscles are being simultaneously split and rebuilt only to be split again, the fact I can even keep my eyes hooded is a bliss-filled miracle.
One I’m grateful for because watching the man in front of me buckle every time the one behind me snarls is just the added ecstasy needed to push my climax over the cliff.
“Wait,” demands Master, lips pressed to my ear once more. “Wait until our little fuck toy is ready to come too…”
“Now,” he desperately pants on another erratic thrust. “I wanna come now, Master.”
“¿Ahora?” he arrogantly mocks. “Right now?”
“Right,” his breath hitches at the same time water splashes us in the face, “fucking,” my legs clamp down to keep him close, “now.”
Master’s frame freezes yet his finger continues to frenetically rub, refusal to cease until my pussy is screaming as much as I am, clearer than the late afternoon sky. “Come,” he commands on a low grumble. “Come deep inside our slutty, little princess.” My tight muscles twitch in warning that they won’t be able to withstand the impending pleasure. “I wanna feel your cum dripping down my cock.”
“Fuckkkkkkkkkk,” groans Little One prior to throwing his head back and letting go.
Blazing bursts begin splashing my sensitive walls, summoning them to surrender.
And they do.
One pulsation becomes two.
Two transposes into three.
Three transitions into spine tingling thrums so orgasmic I feel tears threatening to rim my eyelids.
“Sí...Sí...Sí…” throatily moans Master. “Dios mío, I love feeling your balls on my dick.”
“Shhhhhhit,” Little One grunts in an animalistic nature.
“And I love you milking our cocks,” Master wolfishly murmurs, finger still whirling around my clit. “Be a good girl,” a tiny nip is taken of my earlobe, “drain us both dry.”
My quivering muscles swiftly accept the order.
Pitilessly swell again and again as my lungs burn for air they will not be permitted until my pussy is gifted another scalding hot spurt to gobble down.
Until they’re making a mess inside of me.
A mess that I find myself craving more than I ever imagined possible.
“Sí...” Garcia breathlessly howls at the same time he lets go. “Take it…” Blistering surges rush to fuse with the ones left behind by Little One. “Both of you…” his face lunges forward, open mouth anxious to be filled, “fucking take it.”
Our younger partner’s tongue gets inside first; however, angling myself to join the amalgamation occurs almost instantly after.
Three tongues wildly whip, pleased to be touching anything and everything.
Grips slightly shift in desperation for no one to move, for our connection to remain, for this moment to be the moment we call our new home, but we’re unfortunately interrupted by a high pitch screeching too ear piercing to ignore.
Faces fumbling apart precedes me grousing, “What the fuck is that sound?”
“My program,” Zero retorts while gently releasing my legs. “And that noise means it found what it was looking for.” He makes sure to have our full attention before he continues. “We now have the name of the company that hired the mercs.”
Chapter 14
Zero
An annoyed huff shakes my entire frame. “I can read.”
“I didn’t say you can’t read,” argues Salay from the free-standing tub she’s stretched out in.
“You implied it pretty fucking hard.”
“I didn’t.”
“You did.”
“I did not.”
“You totes did!” My shirtless torso leans slightly forward at the same time my hands curl around the edge of the marble granite countertop. “You basically said I can’t read anything that’s not written in code!”
“I-”
“And this shit is written in code!”
“I-”
“Maybe it’s not a computer code-”
“It-”
“But is definitely a code! And if it’s a code, I can crack it! And you know how I do that?!” Frustration flares on my face once more. “By reading it!”
“You are more frustrating to me than the fucking rain,” she complains prior to sinking herself below the surface, momentarily disappearing from sight.
She doesn’t like the rain.
I don’t like the insinuation that I don’t know my shit.
Especially when I do!
Programming is my primary language.
Procedural.
OOP.
Functional.
Scripting.
All. My. Territory.
I’m basically the human equivalent of a leopard – which in perusing my personal files explains the fondness for the pattern.