Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
I grip the sheets, hanging on for dear life. Can you die from coming too much or too hard? At least then I wouldn’t have to worry about tomorrow. No, don’t even want to think about that. Not now, not here. Not when I’m getting the most amazing sex of my life.
He pulls out and Rebel takes his place again. It becomes a blur as they figure out how many rotations I can take before there’s nothing left of me. And they don’t leave it at that. Whoever isn’t fucking me is caressing me in some other way, playing with my hair, my neck, my breasts. Whatever they can reach until the game continues and they get their turn.
But it’s always my turn. Now that I know what that feels like, it’s going to take a lot to make me give it up.
I moan in dismay when Rebel steps away, leaving me horribly empty.
“Don’t worry. We’re nowhere near done.” Riptide stretches out on the bed, pulling me on top of him. “Come on, cowgirl,” he encourages with a sexy smirk.
Mad Dog gives my ass a smack. “Show him how good you ride, baby.”
I do my best.
Rebel gets in front of me, pressing his cock into my mouth and burying his hands in my hair to help me move. The flavors of flesh and precum coat my tongue as I press my lips tight and rock between the two of them. We’re just starting to fall into the new rhythm when Mad Dog slides his rough hands up and down my sides before reaching around to cup my breasts.
“Good girl,” he praises. “Think you can handle more?”
“Hm?” I mumble around Rebel. More? What does he mean by more?
“You can take all three of us at once, but it’s a step up on the kinkiness scale.” He drops a hand to my ass and cups it, helping me move back and forth.
It takes a moment before I realize what he means. I pull back from Rebel, my lips swollen from use. “I don’t know. I’ve never tried.” I’m not panicking exactly, and I did ask for rough, but…
“We’ll start slow. Let me just try something. Gentle first, okay? Stop me any time you want. If it happens, it happens.”
A moment of letting my brain process his intentions, but then I—very cautiously—nod. I don’t have any real experience with butt stuff, but I trust them. All three of them. They wouldn’t try something that they didn’t think I’d like.
I’m nervous as hell, but once the idea of being filled by all three at once is in my head, it’s hard to let go. How much more overwhelming would that be?
Riptide laughs softly beneath me. He swirls the hair hanging down over my shoulder around his fingers. “Let us give you a reason to wanna come back to us. Something no one else can give you.”
“I think you’ve already done that,” I say with a grin. “But okay.”
Riptide wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer to his chest, making it easier for Mad Dog to get access.
Mad Dog then picks up the little bottle of lube and pours some onto my ass. Guiding the slick liquid with his finger, he gathers it right down the middle and pushes a little inside. I draw a sharp breath, freezing still. It feels bizarre.
More lube, spread around my nervously clenched muscle until he pushes his finger in, gently, just a little. It’s not bad, especially not with Riptide still buried deep in my pussy, but strange. Something new.
Mad Dog continues the process, gently ramping up until I realize his finger is sliding in easily to about the first knuckle. Riptide loosens his hold, and I straighten up a little, moving again and getting used to the feel of being filled in both holes.
“Fuck, you look sexy like that,” Rebel says, watching.
I’m awash in an ocean of sensations, and the swelling heat that my nervousness drove away is coming back, stronger than ever.
“Adding a finger, honey.”
I try not to tense up, to let Mad Dog run the show. He adds lube with everything he does, and the feel of his finger in my ass is starting to meld with having Riptide inside me. He adds a second finger, and the adjustment goes much faster than the first. Everything is so slick. I thought it would be scarier, but maybe I’m getting a little used to this after all?
Rebel guides his cock to my mouth. I look up at him through my lashes and open, letting him slide between my lips again. He moans, and I feel my clit throb in reply. I don’t know if any of us are going to last until the main event. I wanted wild, and I’m getting it in spades.
Mad Dog pulls his fingers back, and suddenly I feel weirdly empty. “Mmm?”