Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 182255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 911(@200wpm)___ 729(@250wpm)___ 608(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 911(@200wpm)___ 729(@250wpm)___ 608(@300wpm)
She trembled with anticipation as she clasped the zipper of her dress and dragged it down, letting the sound fill the sexually charged silence. Then she lowered the silk, inch by deliberately measured inch, until it whispered down her legs and pooled at her feet.
Until she stood before him in nothing but delicate lace.
Heat blazed from Beck’s eyes, searing her skin as he raked a greedy stare down her body. “Now the rest.”
Seth exhaled hot against her neck as she unhooked her bra. When it fell away, he stepped in beside Beck. She slowly slid her thong down her legs and stepped out of it.
Both men groaned in unison—low masculine sounds suffused with hunger and need. Their hot stares of appreciation were like live touches, pumping liquid fire through her veins.
“Oh, little girl.” Beck trailed his fingers over her breast before brushing a teasing thumb across her nipple. When she gasped, he flashed her a dirty smile. “There she is.”
He bent to her, skimming his lips up her neck until he found her thrumming pulse. “God, I’ve missed the taste of your skin. Missed the sounds you make when I touch you…”
Then he dragged his tongue over the spot and rolled her nipple between his thumb and fingers, twisting, tugging, torquing.
She quivered under his touch. Her knees threatened to buckle.
“Missed seeing you naked and waiting for me to command you.”
She moaned at the raw emotion in his confession. “I’ve missed you, too. So much it hurts. Every night without your hands on me, your body against mine—”
“Yes…” Beck gripped her hips and rolled his forward, pressing his stiff length against her pussy.
She shuddered at the contact. “Beck!”
“That’s ‘Sir’ to you. And as much as I’ve missed watching you come apart for me, if you can’t behave, I won’t see that tonight, either.”
“You can’t do that,” she whined, purposely provoking him. “It’s been too long. I need you to make me come, Sir.”
“You don’t make demands, little girl. That will cost you. On the bed. On your back. Now.”
Heart drumming against her ribs, Heavenly scrambled onto the mattress, suppressing a smile. She stretched out on her back and arched to him, thrusting her breasts up. The cool evening air bit into the sensitive tips as she slowly spread her legs.
“Christ,” Seth muttered, his hands already working his belt. “Look at her…”
Beck growled a barely human sound as he rushed to strip off his clothes.
Beside him, Seth shucked off his shirt, then stepped impatiently out of his pants.
As always, the sight of her men and their sculpted, inked bodies made her sigh. Seth’s broad chest and the trail of hair leading down to his thick, veined cock. And Beck’s carved muscles, flexing and bunching while his hard length pointed toward the ceiling, dripping with need.
The sight of them, naked and ready, made her whole body quiver.
Anticipation spiked, her breaths turning rough, as Beck climbed onto the bed, settling himself between her feet.
“Spread your legs wider,” he commanded, stare raking her. “That pretty pussy is mine, and I want to see every inch of it.”
Heavenly bit her lip to hold in her excitement as she obeyed, dragging her heels apart and exposing herself completely.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his black gaze devouring her. “Look at you. Already so wet.”
“And begging for cock.” Seth sounded almost censuring as he approached, staring at her with eyes full of fire.
Heavenly lost herself in the heat of Seth’s stare as he plucked at her nipples—rolling, pinching, sending sharp pleasure-pain straight to her clit. Beck’s warm breath ghosted hot over her inner thigh, so close.
She whimpered, her hips shifting involuntarily. Seeking in silent plea.
“Stay still.” Beck clamped his hands around her thighs.
She froze, panting.
“Now put your arms above your head,” Beck growled. “Wrists together.”
Slowly, heart thudding, she stretched them above the pillow.
She wanted this, ached for it with every cell in her body. But as she obeyed, a switch flipped in her brain, screaming that she was now under Beck’s control—a slave to whatever sensations he decided to heap on her, a victim of whatever torment he used to unravel her.
“Look at you all spread out for me,” Beck moaned before he climbed on top of her, his big body pinning her. He captured her wrists in one big hand and shoved them against the mattress, his face hovering a few scant inches above hers as he arched a brow in warning. “If you move your hands—if you even flex your pinky—I’ll stop everything. I’ll pull out of your quivering little cunt and leave you aching all night. Is that clear?”
Seth rounded the bed, then settled on the mattress beside her before wrapping a big hand around her throat. “He means it, angel. And I’ll help him.”
They would do it; she knew that from experience.
“Yes, Sirs.”
“Remember that.” Beck lifted his hand from her wrists and shifted his hips, pressing the thick head of his cock against her entrance with a hiss.