Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
It’s diabolical, and I’m starting to see why people think this sort of thing is fun.
“That’s right,” he says, low and rough. He guides my head down Dragon’s length a little more than I would on my own. Then back, and forward again, making me suck his friend’s cock, whether I want to or not.
Luckily, I do.
“Here’s the deal, you want this to stop, just say so. Or resist if your mouth’s too full to talk.” I’m so distracted that it’s hard for me to pay proper attention, but his stern tone tells me this is important. “It might get a little rough, but I’m never trying to fucking hurt you. No fancy safeword or any of that bullshit, you give me any sign you don’t like it, and we stop. Immediately.” He pulls me back so my mouth is empty. “Tell me you understand. I need to hear it.”
After swallowing quickly, I nod. “I understand.” We’re playing power games, I get that. I just never realized I’d find them so hot.
“Good. Open your mouth.”
The moment I do, Dragon’s back. I close my lips tighter around him, trying to apply a little suction as I let Blackout control my depth and speed. This is where trust is crucial. But he won’t hurt me, I know that.
“Fuck,” Dragon hisses. He bumps against my throat, surprising me. As soon as I flex for the cough, Blackout pulls me back so I have room to breathe through it, and once I’m okay, he pushes me back.
“Try to take him,” he hisses. “Show us how dirty you can get. Swallow that cock.”
Every dirty whisper has my insides churning up heat. Nothing’s touching my pussy, and it’s frustrating me. The fact that I literally can’t touch myself makes it so much worse, only making me want to even more.
Blackout shuffles closer, so close I can feel his cock brushing against my back. He pushes me forward until Dragon bumps against my throat again. This time I’m more prepared, but my stomach still lurches. A moment to recover, and then I’m taking him deep again.
“Pretty fucking girl,” Dragon murmurs.
So many impressions, the roughness, the sweet words, fingers brushing over my skin while my mouth is filled—it’s a sensation overload, and no one’s even fucking me yet. We fall into the wet, hot rhythm of it, moving together. Sometimes rough, sometimes soft. I press my thighs together in a desperate attempt at any kind of friction between my legs.
Then Blackout changes the game, disconnecting my wrists and flipping me onto my back on the mattress. I can’t catch myself, and I let out a surprised yelp, but a moment later, he’s linked my wrists together again at the front.
He straddles my chest, his huge, slick cock hovering over my face and my arms trapped between his thighs. “Fuck, makes me wanna cum all over your pretty face when you’re looking up at me like that.”
“Will you fuck me first?” I beg. Even though my hands are in front now, the way he’s got my arms pinned, I still can’t do anything about myself. “Please?”
He strokes my face. “Good things come to girls who wait.” Then he moves off again. He points at the steel bar. “Dragon, hand me that.”
There’s all sorts of little metal rings attached to the bar, and when he grabs my ankle and pulls it to him, I finally realize what it's for. But by then, my ankle is locked in place. Dragon grabs my other ankle and pushes it to Blackout easily, and then both of my ankles are stuck, forced apart by the bar.
“How flexible are you?” Blackout asks with a devious grin.
“Um… a normal amount? I’m no gymnast.” Do I even want to know why?
“I’ll be careful.” He pushes a button on the bar and adjusts it even wider. By the time he locks it again, my feet are way more than shoulder width apart. I’m completely open to them, exposed and available. He gives himself a stroke while he lifts the bar, demonstrating how he can position me how he wants. “Fuck, you look sexy like this. You okay?”
I nod, eyes wide. He puts his fingers on my pussy and finally being touched where I need it is electric. “Yesssss,” I hiss.
“Hey Dragon, wanna fuck this pussy?”
“Try and fucking stop me,” Dragon rumbles back, his growl heavy with need. He puts a hand on my stomach, pausing. “I swear I’m clean. Got tested just before we met. If you want, I’ll use a—”
“It’s okay, I’m on the pill, and… It’d been a while before I moved since, you know. My last time.”
Oh God. Maybe I should’ve thought longer about that answer, but I want to feel him skin on skin.
A pillow is slipped under my shoulders, making my head loll back. Blackout kneels behind my head, holding the bar so I’m bent almost double, and I’m getting an upside down view of his cock and heavy balls.