Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 164910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 825(@200wpm)___ 660(@250wpm)___ 550(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 825(@200wpm)___ 660(@250wpm)___ 550(@300wpm)
“Hell yeah,” Rip coos.
She whimpers, squirming her legs as she presses her hands to my chest, but I wrap my arm around her waist like a belt and hold her body to my cock.
I hear Tyson’s zipper come down on my right, both of my friends ready for their turn already.
“Aw, fuck,” Rip gasps, already stroking himself.
Grabbing Mrs. Coldwell’s G-string, I push her out of my arms, to the bed, and tear the fabric clean from her body.
She tries to scramble up again, but my friends dive in from each side, feasting on her tits. Her cunt glistens, and I wipe my mouth. “Yeah, you Saints got some pretty pussy.”
Coming down in one fell swoop, I suck her clit into my mouth, and her moans fill the whole fucking room as the fight leaves her limbs slowly but surely. Three men eat, nibbling, gnawing, and sucking on her, and I’m almost jealous.
Oh, fuck that. I am jealous. The most mouths I’ve had on me at once are two.
Growling pierces the air behind me, and I turn my eyes just enough to see her husband glaring at us in rage. Red covers his face, his blond comb-over hanging in one eye as he struggles against his restraints.
Flicking my tongue out to tease her, I watch his pants for the nudge inside as his cock continues to grow at the sight of three men taking his wife.
Covering her with my mouth, I sink to the bed, wrapping my arms around her thighs. She squirms, showing a little resistance, but I tug at her clit and swirl my tongue around. Her back arches and her tits bounce as she moans.
Tyson stands up and pulls himself out, stroking it.
I rise up, yanking her back down. “Me first.”
Ripping open my pants, I pull out a condom and tear it open. She groans, breathless and shaking her head, a little half-hearted fight to keep up the pretense.
“Your husband wants you to do this,” I remind her, rolling the rubber on. “You ready?”
Again, she shakes her head, finally tucking her chin into her shoulder.
And then she breathes out a little “yes.”
I push my pants below my ass and crash down, sucking a nipple into my mouth.
Fisting my cock, I fit it at her entrance and thrust, growling as I push it into the tightest pussy I’ve ever had.
She cries as I bottom out, kissing, biting, and sucking her flesh. In the next breath, I pick up the pace, her wet warmth hugging my dick like a fucking fist.
I shudder.
Her soft skin, the curves of her hips and her breasts, the pink mouth, so plump…
Shooting up, I hover over her lips, her breath mixing with mine.
I whisper, “Give me your tongue, baby.”
She opens her mouth wider, and I flick her with my tongue, coaxing hers out. Her lips brush mine, slowly starting to feel me—play with me—and in a moment, I’m sinking onto her mouth in a kiss, my hips pumping hard and fast between her legs.
Breaking the kiss, I turn my head over my shoulder, grinning at her husband as I slip in and out of his wife. His eyelids hang heavy, watching me thrust, his cock straining against his pants.
“Pull him out,” I tell Rip.
My friend smiles and disappears. I rise up and flip the man’s wife over, lifting her onto all fours. Gripping a hip in one hand and her hair in another, I gather saliva in my mouth and spit it onto her ass, thrusting harder and harder.
I grit my teeth, pleasure coursing through my body. “Fuck, yeah.”
Hearing a zipper behind me, I glance over my shoulder again.
Mr. Coldwell’s hard dick stands free, and I bring my hand down on her ass, feeling her backing up into it as I fuck her.
“You got a week,” I tell him, stuffing his wife as sweat drips down my back. “Otherwise, I’m coming back with new guys and giving them a turn.” I smile. “After I take another one myself, of course.”
His head falls back a little, and I hear him moan as his shaft points to the ceiling. In a moment, his wife’s pussy constricts around my cock, pulsing, and she fists the pillows above her head, trembling.
“God, you’re wet,” I groan. “You want us to come back? Hm?”
She coos as her orgasm flows through her, and I turn to her husband again.
He yanks at the restraints, twisting his wrists, and my head floats so fucking high. I love him watching this more than I love the feel of her.
“You right- or left-handed?” I ask him.
Mr. Coldwell yanks his right arm, moaning through his gag.
I nod at Rip. “Free his right hand.”
My friend unbinds Coldwell’s right wrist, and the man doesn’t even think to remove the cloth around his mouth or try to loosen his other hand. He grabs his cock, watching his wife and me, and starts pumping it.