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)
If it didn’t feel so good, I might think I was dying.
“Hold her open for me,” Rebel asks, voice rougher than I’ve ever heard it.
Riptide does, hooking his hands behind my thighs and spreading my legs for his friend, even as his own steel bar of a cock is pushing into my back. It’s hot how comfortable they are sharing me, working together like well-oiled clockwork.
Though by this time, I’m the one who’s well-oiled. If my mouth wasn’t full, I’d be begging for whatever they want, damn the consequences. Instead, I keen around Mad Dog’s cock as Rebel works my clit and thrusts two fingers deep. When he curls them inside me, the orgasm that’s been teetering on the edge crashes down, sweeping through my veins and making me writhe between them.
Mad Dog pulls away, drawing a rough, trembling breath through his nose like he’s concentrating really hard on not losing it. He strokes himself as he watches me fall apart.
I grab his thigh with my right hand, digging my fingernails in in desperation. The other I’ve got buried in Rebel’s hair, pulling him against me like I’m afraid he’ll move even a fraction of an inch away from where I need him. His tongue feels so freaking good, keeping the delicious, liquid heat of my orgasm roiling inside me.
Riptide eases me off his lap and materializes a condom packet in the same sort of way Rebel just happened to have a deadly knife to cut up an apple. My brain works well enough, if barely, to know that those are the sorts of things I should probably worry about, but I can’t bring myself to care right now, not while he’s stroking himself slowly and looking at me like he wants to eat me whole.
“Yes?” he asks. At some point his hair fell loose, and it’s hanging around his shoulders in shadowy waves. He looks like an inked-up god, looming over me with his cock in hand.
“Please,” I say, my voice embarrassingly needy. For tonight, at least, I’m going to ride this chance until the wheels fall off.
He sheathes himself with practiced ease and settles between my thighs. When he nudges the tip of his cock in between my folds, pausing right at my entrance, his blue eyes lock with mine, and gently, inch by inch, my body stretches open.
I arch my back at the glorious sensation of being filled. It’s been a while, and he’s bigger than I’m used to, but I’m so ready that there’s nothing but a token amount of resistance. The groan that escapes me when his hips press against mine and I’ve taken all of him is inhuman.
“Fuuuuuck,” I moan as my eyes flutter closed.
“You okay, honey?” Rebel asks.
“God, yes.” My head turns his way, and he cups my cheek, his thumb brushing over my lips.
I open my mouth, and he slips it in for me to suck on. They chuckle, sounding incredibly pleased with themselves. I don’t even blame them.
Riptide pulls out and thrusts back in a little faster than the first time. It’s enough to drive the air out of my lungs and make me gasp. My grip on Mad Dog’s thigh tightens. I look up to find him watching with naked lust as he strokes himself faster.
Now that he knows I can take him, Riptide sheds his gentle approach and his hips snap to mine like a jackhammer. It feels amazing. Over and over, he fills me, stretching me. He shifts our position, rising a bit and wrapping his big hands around my waist. My legs go around his back, and the next time he bottoms out, his cock pushes deep enough to make me cry out at the new feeling.
“Fuck, it’s like you’re built to be on my cock,” he growls, voice strained.
He sounds close. Really close. I feel a new tendril of pleasure coiling inside me. That’s new. I’ve always enjoyed sex, even after coming, but I thought I was a one-and-done girl. Turns out I just needed the right guy. Or guys.
We’re making a lot of noise. I know that, but right now I don’t care. It even adds a little excitement to know other people might be listening.
“Shit, I’m coming.” He pushes deep, only a thin layer of latex saving us from potential disaster. Why does that make it even hotter? Maybe I’m a risk junkie and I never knew it.
He holds me against him with his steel grip on my hips, instinct driving him to not let go until he’s completely drained. He shudders, eyes drifting shut as he fucks through his climax. His nipples look rock-hard, and his abs flex like he’s doing crunches.
Finally, he relaxes, easing me down and slumping over me with one hand next to my head, his hair a silky curtain around us. His eyes pop open, and he grins. “Fuck, you feel good.” He pulls out, and I immediately miss having him in me.