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)
Blackout's dick bounces against my nose, eager for more attention. Speaking of logs. I hope they don't hear my giggle as I switch again, taking him into my mouth and tasting him. It's funny how they're so much the same and still so different. Skyhigh likes it when I swirl my tongue just so, but Blackout gives me the best moans when I trace the edge before sucking hard. He pulses between my lips, so powerfully I swear I can feel the blood course through his length.
“Fuck, make room.” Dragon, sick of being on the sidelines, gets behind me and pulls me back until my nipples hang over Skyhigh's mouth instead of my needy pussy. But then Dragon drives his whole length into me, so deep he pushes my breath right out of me. God, he's so thick. I curl my fingers, pulling the sheets into my fists as I hold on while Dragon and Blackout rock me between them. Getting fucked is exactly what I needed.
Skyhigh captures my nipple in his mouth, tugging me down until he can cover the whole thing with his mouth and swirl his tongue around it. Blackout has his hands buried deep in my hair, guiding me on his cock so eagerly that sometimes he bumps too deep and I gag on him. And I don't even care. Not while Dragon is fucking me like some kind of monster. Losing control makes it so primal, so… real. So incredibly dirty. If I could distill this feeling into a bottle and just pour it into my pages, I would sell more books than every other author in the world put together. I'm going to try, but mere words will never compare to this feeling.
Skyhigh rolls out from under me and suddenly I'm pulled right off Dragon and pushed down on my back.
“Hey!” Dragon yells with a laugh, but by then Skyhigh is already pushing himself deep between my thighs.
He lets out a primal groan as he sinks deep, rolling his hips as he fills me. “God damn you feel good, baby.”
“Lean back,” Dragon orders, and gives Skyhigh a shove so that he can straddle my ribs and settle that big cock between my breasts. He's already glistening and slick from having been in me, and when he grabs my tits in his big hands and pushes them together, he fucks them effortlessly. With each stroke, the big head pokes out, so close to my face that I can swipe my tongue over it. It tastes of him, me, and sex. So much sex.
Blackout disappears out of the room for a moment, but comes back with the jar of coconut oil I keep near the shower, already rubbing it into his cock. For a bit, he sits on the chair in front of the old dressing table and watches us, stroking himself slowly with long, languid movements. It's nice to look at, when I'm not watching Dragon's cock between my tits, or just losing myself in Skyhigh's powerful thrusts, but then he stands and comes closer.
“Can't just fucking watch from the cuck chair. Roll her over.” After a moment of obviously not wanting to relinquish my breasts, Dragon moves to the side. Skyhigh, grinning with lewd anticipation, rolls the both of us around so suddenly that I yelp in surprise, only for it to change to a howl of pleasure as I find myself straddling him with his big cock inside me and my hands braced against his shoulders.
Skyhigh’s big blue eyes drop to my still swaying tits. “Fucking amazing. You're so goddamn hot, Willow. Fuck.” He jams his cock up into me with a grip like a vice on my hips, filling me up from below. I moan, a raw primal sound as I dig my fingers into his shoulders.
The bed shifts as Blackout climbs aboard, and I close my eyes trying to relax, knowing what's coming. God, I want it, I want all three of them at once, but getting started is a stretch.
He starts with a finger—his thumb, I think—spreading the oil around, making me all slippery. The sensation of him running his fingertip around back there has me already groaning in anticipation. Maybe I'm getting more used to the idea. Though I can't imagine I'll ever get so used to it that it doesn’t feel like a stretch. Most people never do this, but here I am, in love with three bikers who love to share me. He pushes his fingertip inside, drawing a sudden gasp. The tingles are still there, but more intense. And the deeper he goes and the faster he pulls out and pushes in, the lower I moan, the harder I clutch Skyhigh, and the closer I get to having my first orgasm already.
Look at me being spoiled. Before I met them, I thought of sex as something that felt good but was more for men, and now I'm waiting on my first climax, knowing there'll be plenty more where that came from.