Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Lash gathers my hair in his fist, then leans in to nuzzle and kiss my neck. “So what do we gotta do to get this to one hundred percent, huh?” He tugs my head backwards so I’m forced to look at him and away from Jackal. Before I have the chance to answer, he kisses me upside down. It feels a little odd, and I smile against his lips.
When he lets me up for air and relaxes his grip, Stiff is waiting. He slides one hand down to cup my ass, while the other cradles my breast, his thumb teasing my nipple with little strokes that have me drawing sharp breaths through my nose. With one hand on Stiff's chest, and the other one on Jackal's shoulder, I’m caught between them as they tease me with light touches, promising more.
Jackal pulls me back down onto the couch. All four of us move together, nobody willing to stop touching. “In my lap,” he hisses, letting go of me just long enough to unbuckle his belt and shove his jeans down. He drops into the couch, and I lick my lips as I reach out to wrap my fingers around his cock, but before I can, he presses my hand against his washboard abs. “Not yet. Just here.” He pats his thighs.
Curious, I straddle him, my knees on the couch and hands on his shoulder. He grabs my ass and pulls me close so I'm rubbing right up against him. “Let me feel you grind,” he orders. Thrusting my hips I twist just right so that his length nestles in between my folds, right at the base. Sitting like this, I'm amazed once again that he fits when he's actually inside me. The glistening tip of his head is close to my belly button.
His hot skin feels so good, and the more I rub against him, the slicker and harder he gets as I cover him with my wetness, never going all the way up, since I'm afraid I'd just impale myself on him bare, consequences be damned. I’m already being risky enough as it is, but I suppose I do already know how to take care of a baby.
Oh my God, all this sex is bad for my self-control.
It doesn't stop me grinding against him, though. When I'm in control, especially now that he's all slippery, I can angle my hips so my clit rubs against his base in just the right way to make my legs twitch and my toes curl.
Clinging to him, I twist to put my face against his chest and tongue his nipple. He leans back with a sigh, dropping his head onto the couch back. “Fuck yeah,” he whispers as he runs his fingers through my hair.
Stiff watches, slowly stroking his cock as I lose all my dignity grinding against Jackal's. I reach for him, and he moves a little closer so I can wrap my hand around his shaft. Then he covers my fingers with his big hand and uses me to get himself off. It leaves me to concentrate on the friction against Jackal's cock to drive myself crazy.
Lash steps up next to me, his erection bobbing right next to my face. It brushes against my cheek, before I turn and swipe my tongue along it. “Fuck,” he lets out in a hiss. “I'm gonna keep you around just to keep your mouth on my cock.”
I pull away for a moment and raise an eyebrow. “That better go both ways.”
He grins. “Our kitty has claws. I fucking love it. You want this tongue?” He lets it out of his mouth and makes it flutter. “Then get your pretty pussy off Jackal's dick so I can be of service.”
I give Jackal an apologetic look. “Sorry.” Then I roll off to land on my back between him and Stiff. Feeling bold, I spread my legs and hook them over the guys' legs, then reach for a cock in each hand. Jackal's disappointed groan turns into one of pleasure as I spread the slickness I left behind over his whole length so I can easily skim my fist up and down it.
“Forgiven,” he moans.
I try to mirror the motion with my other hand on Stiff, while Lash settles between my thighs and flicks the tip of his long tongue over my clit. The shock courses through me all the way up to my head. I should be glad my heart is still beating, even if he's made it thunder in my chest.
Lash slides his tongue in deep, and it moves in waves, stretching and shortening as he fucks me with it. I groan and my hips rise up to meet him. He's got me so wet I'm surprised I'm not drowning him. And his hands slide farther and farther up my thighs, his fingers exploring my goose-bumped skin, I throw my head back against the couch and concentrate on breathing. “So good,” I moan, the words cracking slightly as they escape my throat.