Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
I looked back up at Bishop, his cock still bobbing near my lips. “Mason was inside me right before you came back to the bus. Tank would have taken me next if you hadn’t come.”
Bishop grasped my jaw hard, puckering my lips. “Fuck, that’s hot.” He fed his cock back towards my lips, bobbing it so that just the tip dipped in and out of my wet mouth. My saliva mixed with his precum.
“Love that you’re settling into your role as our little slut, baby. You should always have one of your holes filled by our dicks. I want you stuffed full every minute we aren’t on stage.”
I whimpered as Bishop pushed his cock through my puckered lips. I nodded and started to suck as hard as I could manage as Bishop started thrusting in and out of my mouth.
“Tank, you wanna play with her pussy? Since it seems I cock-blocked you by showing up. The least you can do is get up and close with her cunt. I know I fucking love the smell of her on my fingers.”
I wasn’t sure Tank would obey Bishop’s commands. I know why I did. Every word out of his mouth made the lust inside ramp up even higher.
I had to say, the ache pulsed even harder when as I watched Tank scoot out of the booth seat of the kitchen table and drop down to his knees behind me.
“Pull her leggings down so you can get at that sweet cunt of hers,” Bishop said. “And worship.”
Tank didn’t hesitate. His fingers were just as big as the rest of him. With just the pod of his middle finger, he started gently rubbing through my wet folds, seeking out my clit.
Tank’s touch was different than Bishop’s. Gentle instead of insistent. But when the tip of his meaty finger pushed for entrance at my pussy, I certainly felt it. Especially as I tasted the salt of Bishop’s precum on my tongue.
One man standing in front of me while I was on my knees, another dropping down behind me. Apparently, Tank didn’t mind the floor either.
Tank bent forward, prying my sex with wide apart with his hands—including the finger still inside me—then dropped his head down and started tonguing up my slit. I was knocked off kilter a bit, forced to grab onto Bishop’s thighs for balance even as I gagged on his cock.
“Fuck, I bet she tastes good,” Bishop said from above us.
Which sent me over the edge.
At least I thought it would. I rocked shamelessly back and forth against Tank’s lips suckling on my clit.
Riding his face.
The spark had lit and the flame was rising and rising. Oh God, his mouth felt good on me. So, so good. The pleasure ramped higher and higher.
… higher …
I was approaching the peak of the mountain. I’d swear it was so close I could reach out and touch it. It was almost within grasp.
And yet I couldn’t seem to crest.
It was just tortuously out of reach.
Tank suckled harder than ever and fucked me with his finger, exploring the entire contour of my pussy, and yet—
“I think she needs to be fucked,” Bishop said from above. “She’s too empty to be able to come.”
I pulled off of Bishop’s cock with a loud pop. “No, it’s not you.” I dropped my head. “It’s me. I’ve never been able to…”
Bishop bent down to my eye level, taking over and fisting his own cock. “But it felt good—what each of us did tonight?”
I looked up and nodded quickly—looking around and making eye contact with all of them. Well, except Cash. It was the second time he’d missed out on this kind of intimacy. Because I wanted it with him too.
And I told the rest of them the truth. “With you guys it’s better than it’s ever been. I’ve gotten closer than ever before.”
Bishop grinned and pulled me into him, dropping his cock and ignoring it. “That’s all we need to hear, baby. We’ll get you there in the end. There’s no rush. It’ll happen on your body’s timeline and not a moment before.” And then, to my astonishment, he tucked himself back into his pants and dragged me with him up onto a couch. He hadn’t come. Again. But he was stopping. We were all… just stopping?
He laid my head in his lap and Tank sat at my feet, unlacing my boots. Mason came near too.
“Your body will learn to trust us,” Bishop said, putting his fingers on my scalp and massaging deep. “Trust, Pet. You’ll learn to abandon yourself completely. And I’m willing to wait.”
TWELVE
MASON
“Where the fuck is he?” I asked, yanking back the curtain to look backstage as the crowd roared in the auditorium. Our opening act had just finished and announced we were coming on next.
And Cash was nowhere to be seen.