Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
She went on her toes and kissed him lightly. “I am still sorry. You should talk. You should get it out and I should put my clothes back on and be an adult about this.”
Niall moved in behind her, whispering in her ear. “That’s the woman I know. Good girl. And there’s no way I’m letting you put your clothes back on. You know your safe word. Use it if you need to.”
She gasped as Niall lifted her up and tossed her onto the bed. She barely had time to breathe before he had her ankles in his hands and he spread her legs wide after dragging her down the bed so her ass was almost hanging off.
“Good girls get treats.” Niall hauled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. “You going to safe word on me?”
She was caught between stubbornness and horniness. Not even horniness. Curiosity. Curious horniness. Did she want to go to the grave not knowing how it felt to be with Niall? Jensen damn near killed her and here she was spreading her legs for another asshole who lied to her.
She felt her fists clench around the comforter. “No. I’m not going to use my safe word, but this changes nothing.”
“I know,” he said, a gravity to his tone. “We have to work for that, and we will.”
She shook her head. “It won’t happen. I won’t forgive you.”
“Then you have nothing to fear.” He lowered his head down and put his nose right in her pussy.
She fought for breath. He rubbed himself against her like he was reveling in her.
“You smell so fucking perfect,” Niall muttered against her most intimate skin.
“That is way hotter than I thought it would be.” Jensen stood by the bed, his eyes on the place where Niall’s head bent over, his tongue coming out for a long, luxurious lick. “She tastes like honey and sex. I can still taste her on my tongue and it’s been two fucking years, man. You should be careful. She’s addictive.”
“I’ll risk it. I don’t mind being addicted to her.” Niall didn’t move his head. He kept up the slow exploration of her pussy as he talked, and every single word rumbled over her sensitive flesh.
It was hard to think while he was doing that. He was being extremely thorough, and she realized she’d never once had a guy spend that much time down there. Sex with Jensen was quick and rough and exciting. It wasn’t like there was never tenderness between them, but it wasn’t like this. This was a man who was taking his time, who wanted to spend hours learning her body. He already knew way too much about her soul.
Pleasure coursed through her as he sucked part of her labia between his lips, and she felt the press of his thumb against her clit. She could barely see. Barely breathe. It had been so long. So damn long, and this was way beyond the little pleasures he’d given her up to this point. Those had been delivered with his fingers. This felt like so much more. It was more, and the fact that Jensen was watching heightened the whole experience for her.
She opened her eyes and took him in. Jensen stood there, his dark eyes down. His hair had grown and was slightly shaggy. It looked good on him. His jaw was tight, and there was that impressive cock, tenting his jeans.
Were they really going to do this? Was she going to have them both?
She could steal a couple of nights from them and still get out with her whole heart. She could do it.
“She’s so beautiful when she comes,” Jensen said. “Make her come, brother. Make her come hard.”
The words seemed to work some magic on Niall. His tongue speared her, going deep while his thumb rotated on her clit, pressing down and sending her over the edge.
It felt so good, so fucking perfect. She let go, not holding back. She writhed and twisted on the bed as Niall and Jensen held her down, forcing her to take every lash of his tongue.
Heat bloomed, and she shouted out as she came.
Her whole body felt languid and perfect.
Niall stood, his hands on the fly of his jeans. “Tell me I can have you.”
Asshole understood way too much. He was going to force her to say yes, to consent when it was so much easier to fall on top of her and take her. She wouldn’t have to admit she truly wanted him, wanted both of them. Would watching her fuck Niall send Jensen away?
Yes, that’s why she would do it. To show Jensen she wasn’t going to be his perfect sub and come back to him after what he’d done to her.
She nodded Niall’s way.
Jensen took his shirt off, tossing it aside. “I’ll hold her for you. She likes to squirm.”