Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
The minute Keane’s hand tightened on his cock he groaned, his head falling back, and then he was enveloped in the staggering heat of his Master’s mouth. He loved Olivia’s tongue and how delicate it felt, but he craved this, too. Craved the force and power that crashed over him like a wave. Keane’s mouth was a furnace, and there were no teasing licks or time spent working his mouth around his cock. There was complete domination.
He forced himself to bring his head up, to open his eyes and see what was in front of him, to prove this wasn’t a dream. The picture in front of his eyes made his heart nearly stop. Keane sucked his cock, head moving up and down the length, getting almost to the tip when he plunged in again. The strong force of his mouth was killing Garrett, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
And there was Olivia, right beside Keane, looking so gloriously feminine it hurt. She had one hand on Keane’s strong back and the other disappeared under Garrett’s torso.
Then he knew where that graceful hand had gone. Her nails scraped against his tight balls, and he heard his own whimper. It was the sound of a man who wanted so desperately to prolong the experience, but he couldn’t. When that soft palm cupped him and Keane’s mouth encased the full length of his cock, Garrett couldn’t hold on another second. He let go, jets of semen flowing from him as intense pleasure took all his willpower. In that moment, he was nothing but a vessel for feeling and emotion. It lit him from the inside out.
When Keane sat back, he looked at Olivia. “Kiss me. Taste him on my lips.”
Garrett watched, his whole soul at peace. He finally had everything he ever needed.
* * * *
Olivia moved in, eager to kiss her Master. That scene had gotten her so hot she could barely breathe.
Why had she ever stayed away from this? This was everything. Perhaps because it wasn’t right before. This was right. This was fate. All three of them entangled, meshed together like they were only complete with the other two.
And her momma was right. Two guys together was hot as hell. Especially when she knew they would finish with each other and then turn all that lust on her.
This was where she belonged. All the love she’d offered up before had done nothing but prepare her for this, for the real thing.
Keane’s hand caught her waist and pulled her in. His lips were gorgeously swollen, and there was the faintest drop of fluid clinging there. Olivia leaned forward and swiped her tongue across his plump bottom lip, coating it in Garrett’s arousal. Like she’d said he tasted amazing. Salty and masculine.
Keane growled, and his hand cupped the nape of her neck, forcing it back in a show of dominance that got her even wetter than she’d been before. She was fairly certain every drop of moisture in her body was now pooled in her pussy. “You drive me crazy, baby. Thank you for shaking us up.”
Before she could come back with a witty retort, he leaned over and kissed her, tongue invading in the sweetest way. She could taste Garrett there, and it made her wild. She wasn’t submissive in that moment. In that moment she was a woman who wanted her men, her pleasure, her place in the world.
“Master, is this the torture you meant for me?” Garrett’s deep voice pierced through the kiss.
Garrett was still in shackles. She pulled back, scrambling up. It was fine for play, but she didn’t want him up there too long. She knew how it could ache in an unpleasurable way.
Keane chuckled and rose gracefully to his feet, his cock straining, though he showed no signs it bothered him. “So eager. Would it be torture, Garrett?”
“To watch and not be able to touch her? Or you,” Garrett replied. “Yes, that’s the worst torture of all. I can take the pain. I like it. My body feels alive in a way it never has before.”
Keane frowned. “Never? I’ve heard Master Julian is excellent with a whip.”
She was never, ever mentioning to either of her Masters that she had a couple of sessions with Gabe, who was in fact excellent with a whip. It was nothing at all sexual. Just pain as stress relief, but it appeared her Master was a jealous man. She looked to Garrett, who was so fucking hot with his body all stretched out and vulnerable. His cock was already stirring again. “Tell the Master he’s the best and you don’t even remember Julian’s name.”
She wanted to move this party along. She wanted her men. The last thing she wanted was to soothe male pride. It was blatantly obvious Garrett loved Keane, but men were fragile creatures.