Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Long minutes later, we gather our girl up between us and drop into a blackout sleep, none of us wanting to face tomorrow. None of us ready to say goodbye.
Chapter Eleven
Dean
Iwalk into the kitchen the following morning to find Cameron railing Ruby against the refrigerator. Her silk robe is pooled on the ground, their mugs of coffee still steaming on the table. She has her thighs open wide for his ferocious drives, his face buried in her neck where he grunts, grunts, grunts, his balls smacking off her ass with every sharp upthrust.
I’m pleased to find I’m not jealous. On the contrary. I’m fucking grateful to Ruby for servicing my best friend, the way she serviced me in the middle of the night when I dragged her on top of me and speared my cock up between her legs, rolling her over, pressing her ankles up to her ears and dominating her while Cameron watched, half asleep.
I’m in awe. I’m obsessed with her. I’m…let’s face it, in love with her.
Which is an excruciating feeling when I know this morning is goodbye.
But at least I’m not jealous of Cameron. We’re both simply resentful of time.
I pour myself my own mug of coffee, leaving it black, then I lean against the counter and watch them fuck, Ruby’s thighs flexed so she can hit the maximum impact of his cock, riding that juicy pussy up to the tip, before cramming herself full again with a sexy sob.
Before long, I’m stiff as a board, and all I can see is that puckered back entrance. My focus narrows down to the way it tightens when she impales herself and I grow desperate to experience that pulsing squeeze around my shaft. I set down my coffee and stride quickly to Ruby’s bedroom, banking on what I’m going to find in her suitcase. And sure enough, my wife packed us a small bottle of lubricant.
“Thank you, Polly,” I mutter for the hundredth time in three days, making my way back to the kitchen where Cameron is still going for broke between Ruby’s thighs, their animalistic groans causing me to swell even more, my balls throbbing with anticipation.
I walk up beside Ruby, and it’s like she senses me without opening her eyes, turning her head to accept my tongue in her mouth, my fingers finding their way between her thighs to rub her clit while Cameron pounds up, up, up into her blissfully tight fuck hole.
“How’s our girl this morning, Cam?”
“Perfect as ever,” he pants, sweat dappling his face. “Too fucking perfect to let me last longer than five or ten goddamn minutes.”
“How much time do you have left?”
“Not long,” he says, wincing over whatever trick she’s performing between her legs, probably gripping him like a vise. “Oh. Fuck. I’ll hand her over in a minute.”
“Actually, I was thinking we could test her out with both of us at once.” Ruby must like the sounds of this, because she throws her head back against the refrigerator with a desperate cry. “Look at that. You want two cocks at the same time, don’t you, baby?”
“Y-yes.” She surges forward and kisses Cameron hard on the mouth, before bestowing me the same gift. “Please, I want to feel you both.”
“Our angel gets what she wants, doesn’t she?” Cameron says raggedly, pulling her off the fridge and pressing her back to my bare chest. “What is that in your hand?”
“Something that’s going to help her take me to the root,” I rasp in her ear, already lubing up my dick in my palm. “You going to do that for Daddy, Ruby?”
“Yes, sir,” she breathes, tilting her head to the left so I can suck her neck, my fisted cock rubbing back and forth against her untouched hole. And miracle of miracles, I’m able to sink inside that almost unbearably narrow passage while she whimpers and squirms, her juices and lube greasing my path to full insertion. Cameron and I meet eyes over her blonde head, awestruck, our cocks occupying her to both of our hilts, adding intense pressure to the front and back channels that make up Ruby’s pussy and ass, her feet several inches off the floor. Duly impaled.
“Dear God,” Cameron chokes, flexing his hips. “I don’t even know if I can move without coming.”
“Me either.” I pulse like a son of a bitch. “I’ve got one thrust in me.”
“Same. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“If only my wife knew how hard I’ve been nutting for this goddamn beauty…”
The front door of the beach house opens, two sets of footsteps walking in the direction of the kitchen. Ruby gasps and begins to wiggle around between us, and the sensation is a shocking sensual impact neither one of us can withstand. Cameron and I start to fuck Ruby like twin beasts, right as our wives walk into the kitchen. We’re snarling and biting and pounding her with no quarter, her petite body jostling around between us, her own pleasure undeniable, evidenced by her breathy sobs of our names.