Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 145746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
“I’mma bounce,” I say, leaning forward, ready to stand, when Petra reaches behind Verity and presses her hand to my shoulder, staying my departure.
“Don’t leave yet,” she says softly, dropping her eyes back to meet Verity’s. “You want him to stay, right, babe?”
It feels like there is more to the question than appears on the surface. I’m ready to leave until Verity turns to look at me, and her pupils are blown. Shallow breaths lift and lower her breasts beneath the cropped sweater. Her lips are plump and shiny when she licks them almost nervously.
“I want you to stay,” she says, her voice low and smoky.
Petra takes my hand and guides it to Verity’s leg, using both our fingers to push the skirt higher. So high, the pink satin of Verity’s underwear at the juncture of her thighs peeks out to tempt me.
“Um…” I’ve never felt more confused and turned the fuck on in my life. “What’s… I don’t understand.”
“I think you do,” Petra says, her laugh light and teasing. “But let me make it perfectly clear.”
She moves my hand up another inch until my fingers brush across the dampness of Verity’s underwear. Verity’s breasts heave with a sharp breath, and her eyes drift closed. Long, sooty lashes cast crescents on her cheeks.
“Verity and I have an open relationship.” Petra slants me a wicked smile. “Dick does nothing for me, but she likes it sometimes. I’ve wanted to try a threesome for a while, but she never wanted to. Until now.”
Shock locks me in place. I’m not sure if my heart is even beating, but I know for a fact my blood is still flowing because it feels like every drop goes straight to my dick.
My eyes snap to Verity’s, and she holds my stare. I don’t have to wonder if she’s willing. The depth of hunger in her eyes, the lust that swallows her pupils, more than matches the need burning through me. There’s something so contained about her, so controlled, it makes me want to see her explode. To make her unravel in my hands, in my arms. I’d love to be the one who shatters that composure and watches her combust.
Even if just for one night.
“You sure, Verity?” I ask. “I don’t want you to… Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” She nods, never looking away. “I mean, if you want to. Don’t feel like you have to—”
“I’ll stay,” I cut in, grabbing what will probably be my only chance to ever have this woman, with her girlfriend’s blessing, no less. My mouth is literally watering as I take in the tight curves and generous swells of her body.
“There are rules,” Petra says, her voice firming.
“I’ve never done a threesome,” I confess on a choked laugh, rubbing a hand over the back of my neck. “So I’m following your lead here. Tell me how you want this to go.”
“No kissing,” Petra says flatly. “And you don’t get to fuck her. I do that.”
Those are definitely both things I envisioned in a threesome, so I’m not sure what this will be, but I’m desperate enough to take whatever I can get with Verity this one time.
“Um… okay?” I nod and shrug. “Got it. What else?”
“Guys are always so stick it in, bust my nut, and I’m out,” Petra says. “This is for Verity. She’s never done this before, and I want her to feel good.”
They don’t have to worry about me rushing. If this is a one-time thing, I’ll stretch it out as long as possible.
“Her breasts are really sensitive.” Petra lifts Verity’s sweater. “Let’s start there.”
She loops the sweater’s collar behind Verity’s neck, exposing firm breasts tipped with nipples the color of rich cocoa. Watching me, Petra takes one nipple into her mouth, sucking until Verity’s head falls back on the cushion, and she huffs staccato breaths. Slowly, watching Petra in case she changes her mind and decides to kick me out, I lower my head, nibbling at the other fat nipple, laving it with my tongue until Verity squirms and moans.
“Oh God,” she gasps, as Petra and I both worship her breasts. “It’s… oh. Don’t stop.”
We both suckle and bite, until Verity’s nipples are tightly budded, damp, and ringed with marks from our teeth. Petra bunches the skirt above Verity’s waist and nods down.
“You can touch her,” she says, shifting her glance to Verity, whose eyes are squeezed shut. “Is that okay, baby?”
“Yes,” Verity rasps. “Please. Yeah. Um, yes.”
“Oh, you can do better than that.” Petra grins, licking at Verity’s nipple and taking it between her lips before releasing it with a pop. “Tell Monk exactly what you want.”
It’s quiet in the small apartment, the only sound our panting breaths. I’m ready to tell Petra it’s fine. No one needs to instruct me on what to do. I know, but Verity whispers, “Please touch my pussy, Monk.”