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)
And then my boyfriend’s face appears in front of mine. He kisses me deep as another man makes me come, and he’s moaning with approval. He’s moaning with approval at another man getting me off.
So. Fucking. Hot.
I can’t imagine the sheer volume of people who’d sell their very soul to be in my position. It’s pure bliss, my back arching as I ride on a bed that really is cloud nine.
Heath peppers me with a path of kisses up my body when I’m in the aftermath of coming, stopping for a suck on one of my tits before he joins Josh.
We share kisses, all three of us a mass of tongues and tastes. Spit and sweat, and the wetness of my pussy still lingering in their mouths.
My hands snake down to find two straining cocks, ready to blow. Two barbelled ladders, veined and scorching.
“My turn for a taste of cum,” I say. “Please. Give it to me. Both at once.”
I open my mouth wide, and flutter my lashes, grateful beyond belief when the pair of them shuffle up to grant my request.
They aren’t so polite with taking turns when it comes to using my mouth, both of them thrusting and driving until I’m hamster cheeked to the max. I love it this way, my head bobbing like the slut I am.
“Take what you asked for, baby. No wasting,” Josh says, and his first jet hits the back of my throat. Heath follows suit with a groan, both of them spurting in sync as they come for me. Oh yes, two thick loads of cum filling my mouth as my lips strain around their cock heads…
Luckily, I’m pro enough to handle it. I don’t spill a single drop. I swallow it down and smack my lips like a good girl.
What a great start to the holiday.
Both guys collapse at my side when they’re done, all three of us grinning up at the ceiling as we soak in the aftermath on Heath’s incredible bed.
Welcome to Paradise indeed.
I could happily take an afternoon nap between these two gorgeous men after that tasty escapade, but Heath rolls away from us, off the bed, and goes to the nearest bedside table.
Josh and I prop ourselves up, curious as he pulls out some paperwork from the top drawer.
At least that’s what it looks like until he arrives back on the bed and sets the bundle down in front of us.
Envelopes.
Seven envelopes to be precise – with a day written on each one. Starting today.
Sunday.
“And here we have the surprises,” Heath says. “Proposals, just like any other client. One for each day of the holiday. And each with a proposal fee that accompanies it.”
Heath’s proposals are normally so vague when he sends them through via the Agency that they have barely anything written in them. Just a see you both soon.
“I’ve been revisiting the Naughty List on the Agency website,” he says. “I was missing you, so thought I’d fawn over your profiles, and fell down the rabbit hole of examining your services on offer. I thought I’d have a little playtime exploring them. Variety is the spice of life, after all.”
“Proposals?!” I ask. “What, like actual proposals?”
“Very detailed fantasies for you to perform, yes,” Heath says. “And a proposal fee for each one. Only these fees aren’t cash, they are rewards. Treats.”
I look at Josh and his eyes are sparkling. His smirk says it all, intrigued, just like I am. The whole idea sounds hot as hell. There are a lot of services on offer on both of our profiles. We are known as hardcorers for a reason, and our Naughty List of services get longer and longer by the day.
“So, how about it?” Heath says. “A week’s worth of proposals, for a week’s worth of treats. Is that acceptable?”
Both Josh and I laugh.
“Treats?” Josh says. “For fulfilling your wildest fantasies? As if we’d need them.”
“No treats necessary,” I say. “Seriously, Heath. Being in this place with you is a treat enough for seven hundred proposals, not seven.”
Heath laughs along with us.
“We’ll see if you’re still saying that once you’ve read them. Just one at a time, though. And no sneak peeks or clues.”
He pulls us both in for another kiss, and I know one thing. Those proposals would need to be seriously fucking hardcore to need any kind of treat for performing them.
Still, looking at the glint in Heath’s eyes when he pulls away from us… I have an inkling they might be.
CHAPTER FOUR
Heath’s luxury sun loungers are amazing, set up next to the pool. I’m bathing in the golden sunlight, feeling myself unwind, and I’m realising that I really need this break. But more importantly, so does my boyfriend.
He’s on the lounger next to Heath and the both of them are laughing as they recount the first time Josh showed up at Heath’s and Josh discovered the identity of User 1543. I’ve heard the story before, but it always makes me grin.