Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“Oh,” I moan, almost insensate. “Ooooooh.”
The alpha males fall into a pattern—Brent holding my hips, guiding me back onto James, who thrusts up from behind, his hands locked on my shoulders. Every time I gasp, they slow. Every time I beg for more, they speed up. I realize, through the haze, that they’re watching my face, reading every twitch and moan, taking their cues from my body as they fill my holes with hard, veiny cock.
At first, I’m embarrassed by the animal sounds coming out of me, but then I see the way their eyes darken, how much it turns them on, and I stop caring. I want them both. I want them to remember this forever, the same way I will.
The orgasm hits like a car crash—sudden, all-consuming, and absolutely fucking shattering. My pussy clamps on Brent, and the squeeze milks his cock until he shudders, groans, and unloads inside me, hot and thick. The feel of it sets off another climax, and this time, James buries himself in my ass, his balls tight against my skin as he comes, filling me with a creamy, bubbling sperm that leaves me limp and trembling.
“Fuck!” the men shout. “Oh shit shit shit!”
Those huge cocks release inside my body, and I cry out as well.
“Yes,” I moan. “I’m your cumbucket, Daddies. Give it to me all. Fill me with your semen because I’m your cockholster to use as you choose.”
The alpha males continue to pump into my holes, using me brutally, but I don’t care. This is what I want and I clasp them close as my spasming holes milk them with violent tremors, drawing the salty cream deeper into myself.
Then, we collapse in a heap, me between them, still sandwiched between two broad male chests with two huge cocks buried deep in my hot holes. I shake, every nerve ending still firing. Brent kisses my forehead, the gesture so tender I want to cry. James strokes my hair, his breath soft on the back of my neck.
For a long minute, all I can hear is the thump of my heart, the sound of the city through the glass. The three of us tangled in a heap, slick with sweat and cum, the sheets ruined, sperm all over the bed.
“Oh my god,” I murmur, when I can finally speak.
James laughs, the sound vibrating through my spine. “You did good, baby girl.”
Brent pulls me onto his chest, wraps an arm around my shoulders, as he kisses me.
“Better than good, sweetheart. You were fucking incredible.”
I giggle a little, pulsing on their cocks, and they groan. But after a few minutes, the men pull out, cocks shiny and slick, watching hungrily as sperm seeps and drips from my holes.
“Fuck,” James moans while pressing a kiss to my ravaged anus. “You look beautiful, Marnie.”
“More than beautiful,” Brent groans while licking at the white semen escaping from my vag. “You’re a goddess.”
I merely moan again, stretching while parting my legs because if the men want to taste their own cum, that’s fine with me. It’s dirty and they lap at my pussy and ass for a while before moving all three of us to the shower, hands so gentle it’s comforting. Brent soaps my hair, James washes my back, both of them doting and unhurried. They dry me off, wrap me in a giant towel, and carry me back to bed.
We sleep for a while, or try to. Every time I shift, the ache reminds me of what we did, how hard they used me, how much I wanted every second. I drift in and out, the men’s hard forms on either side of me, their hands always touching, always making sure I know I’m not alone.
Sometime before dawn, I wake up and look out at the city. The lights are still burning, but now they seem softer, like I’m seeing them for the first time. I wonder if this is what peace feels like—being split open, exhausted, and absolutely, entirely alive.
Brent wakes, pulls me close, and murmurs, “You’re amazing.”
James strokes my hair and kisses my shoulder. “Best night of my life,” he says, and I believe him.
For a moment, I think about the evidence, about my father’s case, about everything that brought me here. But then I realize I haven’t thought about any of that for hours. All I can think about is these men, this night, and the fact that I’m no longer the scared little girl who started this game.
I’m something else now. Something more.
I curl in between them, let their heat and their hands anchor me, and watch the sun rise over the city.
The three of us: a tangle of limbs and laughter, secrets and scars.
And for the first time, I don’t want to be anywhere else because this taboo night turned out to be incredible … and I only want more.