Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 215412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1077(@200wpm)___ 862(@250wpm)___ 718(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 215412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1077(@200wpm)___ 862(@250wpm)___ 718(@300wpm)
A whimper sounds beside us, and we both turn our heads.
Dove’s legs have fallen open, stopped only by the arms of the chair. She frantically rubs her soaked cunt with one hand, the fingers of her other caught between her teeth. Her tits bounce with the rapid bursts of her breath, and her eyes glaze with lust.
“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Unable to look away, Jag blindly reaches for my nipple and tweaks it as ruthlessly as he beats his cock.
By the grace of slapping gonads, I’m about to be feral.
I bite down on a hiss and clench every muscle in the world’s greatest effort to stave off premature ejaculation.
Then Jag rolls his hips.
Merciless gods.
His abs ripple, pulling him into a sensual motion. He puts his back into it, surging forward and grinding down, arms flexing as he clasps his fingers behind his neck, elbows bent outward like wings.
He rides me like that, letting me watch the flex and play of his muscles and the straining bob of his cock, giving me the most erotic lap dance in existence. Nipples drawn tight, sweat slicking his skin, he’s a masterpiece of brawn and shadow.
And his eye contact? It’s fucking electric.
He sets a wicked tempo, bearing down and squeezing his ass with each thrust. Lift, tighten, sink, grind. Over and over, the motion hits. The friction sparks. I’m barely hanging on.
His cock nods against his abs. So I grab it with both hands and work him into a panting, growling, rutting animal. His thighs tense against my sides, power coiling, his control unfurling. He shifts, breath breaking and chin dropping as his hands clamp onto my wrists to slow my strokes.
Then a third pair of hands is there. Smaller. Softer.
Dove’s face comes into view above me, close enough to feel her breath before her mouth covers mine. She kisses me hard, and I kiss her back, my arms coming up to hold her for just one more greedy moment.
She pulls away, attention turning, and crawls toward Jag.
His movements slow to a stop as he captures her neck and hauls her to his mouth. He consumes her lips savagely, groaning into the kiss, thrusting his hips, digging hard, and driving me deeper inside him.
When they break apart, I surge up between them. Moving on instinct, I grip his ass, lift him, and drop him to his back.
He lands on the mattress, eyes locked on mine. With my cock rammed deep, it’s a vulnerable position, one I never imagined putting him in.
“Is this okay?” I reach out and trace his beautiful, seductive mouth.
“Yes, until you’re shaking.” He bites my finger.
“Until we’re all shaking.” I brace my hands on the backs of his thighs and spread him open.
Then I look at Dove.
Her smile comes fast and breathless, her pupils swallowing her honey eyes.
She leans over Jag’s face, wraps a hand around his erection, and kisses him until he’s panting against her mouth. I rock forward, pistoning into him, and quickly catch a rhythm that will send us both spiraling.
After a moment, Dove changes positions, turning to put her face where her hand is. She lowers her head, studies Jag’s dick, and draws him into her mouth.
His entire body stiffens beneath me, his ass muscles clamping viciously around my invasion.
“Holy fuck, Jag.” My thrusts grow erratic as I pump and grind with abandon. “I’m going to come.”
“Sit on my face, Dove.” He swats her butt. Then slaps it again impatiently. “Now.”
She swings her backside around, straddles his head, and pushes her pussy against his mouth.
A vibrating hum escapes her lips, half-muffled by the cock slamming into her throat.
We don’t last long.
I drive into him mercilessly while he thrusts into her mouth and devours her cunt, making all my 69-train dreams come true.
My fingers tangle in her hair, flexing and releasing, as heaven edges closer and closer.
Jag cups her ass, spreading her open for his plunging tongue as she works his cock with lips and fists.
Drawing him to the back of her throat, she scoops her fingers under his balls and runs her knuckles along the top of my shaft, setting me off.
“I’m coming.” I slam into him, growling and jerking.
He’s growling, too, right against her cunt. She follows us, swallowing him through her moans and writhing on his chest.
The sloppy wet sounds of our orgasms settle through the room as we slow our bodies and collapse in a boneless pile.
“I need a second after that.” Jag drapes a leg over mine and an arm across Dove’s chest.
“That was insane.” She rests a hand on his forearm, trying to catch her breath.
“I felt that everywhere.” I roll into Jag’s side and pinch his nipple. “Pretty sure I got you pregnant.”
“You’re obnoxious.” He wheezes through a laugh.
“I’m your favorite fella.” I drop my chest onto his and dig a knuckle into his ribs. “Say it.”