Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I step past my vampire crush into his bedroom to find that it’s another cream beauty of open space, with an absolutely enormous bed, big enough for at least twenty people at once.
“Wow,” I say.
“Fucking ditto,” Josh says.
Heath laughs. “Indeed. It’s handmade, carved from solid oak. And the mattress itself is a work of art. We had to remove the windows to crane the thing in here. As you will soon discover, it’s like fucking on a cloud.”
There’s a single black piece of poured art hanging in place over the iron railed headboard, and black lamps on either side of the bed, but that’s all for goth in here. I can see into his ensuite, and the bathtub is built into the floor, so big it’s almost a mini pool. Jesus fucking Christ, what a pad.
I do a twirl as I check it out. “Umm… I think I know which room I’d prefer to hole up in, how about you, Joshua?”
Josh has his arms folded, leaning back against the wall as he grins.
“As if that’s even a question.” He looks at Heath. “I’m glad you offered. This way you’ll be prepared for our company, rather than have us gatecrash unexpectedly in the middle of the night.”
“It’s set, then?” I ask. “We’re staying in this one? All three of us?”
I still can’t believe the fact that I’m on holiday with two barbell dicked gods. I remember the excitement of being a kid going to the beach with my parents, jumping up and down with my bucket and spade in my hands. That was off the scale, but holy shit. The full whammy of the week ahead hits me.
We are in Cannes! In a luxury villa! With Heath fucking Mason!
And we’re sharing his ridiculous bed as well as his cock. Do holiday excursions ever get as exciting as this one? I doubt it.
Heath is watching me as well as Josh is. Two gorgeous guys checking me out as I dash over to the windows for another view of the sea. There it is, in sparkling brilliance. Fuck me, I’m a lucky girl.
“This is amazing,” I say. “Seriously, guys, this is absolutely amazing.” I turn to lock eyes with our client. Our host. Heath. “Thank you so much for having us.”
“You are more than welcome,” Heath says. “And as for having you, I can’t stop thinking about the cum stained panties between those gorgeous thighs.” His eyes move to his bed and then back to mine – his icy stare making me flutter. “Get up on there now, sweet curva, and show me the filthy leftovers.”
CHAPTER THREE
It’s a pleasure to climb up onto Heath’s deluxe bed and spread my sweaty thighs for him. Such a filthy crotch on such clean cotton sheets. I lie back with a smile on my face, rubbing my fingers up and down my slit through my panties. Fuck, it’s amazing to see the way the guys are staring at me. Josh looks proud of the mess he’ll have made, and Heath licks his lips – no doubt as keen for a taste of Josh’s leftovers as he is for a taste of my pussy.
I love that about him. I adore the way he adores Josh.
I kick off my sandals and hitch my legs higher, lolling open my thighs even wider and tugging the cum stained lace tight between my pussy lips. It feels so nice against my clit as I grind the fabric back and forth. I’m already heady when the guys approach. I watch with horny glee as Heath kisses my boyfriend with fervour. They tear each other’s clothes off until they’re dick to dick – both cocks glistening hard and proud.
I’ll never tire of watching two Jacob’s ladders in action together. They are absolutely fucking beautiful, just like the men they belong to.
I have to slow down my efforts, or I’ll come from the sight of them. I groan as I stop teasing my clit with the fabric, panting as I imagine what is lying ahead.
From the way Heath is acting with Josh, it’s obvious he’s too desperate for a long warmup. I can see it in his eyes when he pulls away from Josh and stares at me instead.
“Off with that dress, curva, I’m desperate for a sight of those stunning tits of yours.”
“So am I,” Josh adds.
“Just leave those dirty panties on,” Heath says. “I want to see the full extent of what I missed out on earlier.”
“My pleasure.”
I shimmy my cami dress up and over my head, tossing it off the bed before I take off my bra as well. I hold my tits together, showing off the size of them before tugging at my nipples. I’m very blessed in that department. Huge tits with pretty, pert nipples that my clients always go crazy for. Oh, how I want two pairs of rough hands on them right now. Pinching and grabbing. Two mouths, nipping and sucking.