Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
I shake my head. Of course he’s worried about getting his own nut first. “Fine. I want you to finger yourself when you jerk off. You’ve got the hungriest little hole, and we have to keep it nice and fed.” His balls constrict in a sexy-as-hell way. “Fuck, you like that. You like how I talk to you.”
“No shit. It’s sex talk.” Rory doesn’t hesitate to lube up, spread his legs farther, and rub his rim while he jerks himself off.
My dick is feeling painfully neglected, but I don’t touch myself. “You know what I think? I think you’d look so fucking hot in a pair of pretty panties.” I imagine the lace against his skin, seeing someone who is so fucking lethal wearing something so soft and sexy. “Would you do that for me, Cherry? Would you wear something pretty for me?”
“Only if you promise to fuck me harder next time.”
I let out a moan, plucking at my pierced nipples. I will never tell him this, but he might be the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. I love how he’s up for doing or trying anything. That he would wear something like panties for me without a second thought.
“Fuck your hole. Pretend you’re getting it ready for me.”
“You’re lucky I think it’s hot when you’re bossy.” He pushes a finger in, the muscles in his thighs tightening briefly. He keeps stroking his dick, sliding first one, then two fingers inside himself. God, I wish it were me, want to feel all that tight, hot heat around me again. Working off this money is going to be my favorite thing ever.
“That’s it. You’re a little whore for it, aren’t you? Such a greedy cock whore.”
“Fuck yes.”
His words go straight to my balls. God, this man really does it for me. I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been.
I watch his ring stretch around three fingers, watch him stroke himself and fuck into his fist, enjoying showing off for me.
“You like this, don’t you? Love knowing I’m hard and aching and can’t take my eyes off you.”
“You know it. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else, and you’re going to beg me to do it.”
A sharp stab of fear pierces me because somehow, I already know he’s right. “Then I’m going to ruin you for anyone else too. You crave all this cock, but none of it will ever feel as good as mine.”
Rory’s body tenses, his fingers shoved deep in his ass. His body arches up, mouth dropping open, eyes falling closed as he shoots stripes of cum all over his chest. I wish I were there to lick it off him, to feel him tremble and shake beneath me. How is it that I’m so fucking addicted to this man already?
“That was good. I needed that.” He grabs the phone, doesn’t seem to mind that he has a cummy hand. Rory is…something else. “Your turn, pet. Stroke it for me. Take that thick cock of yours in hand and shoot your load all over yourself. Then I want you to eat it for me.”
“You say that as if I don’t do that all the time.” I wink at him, and Rory gives me a blindingly bright smile. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile that big.
I put more lube in my hand and begin getting myself off, one hand on my dick, the other playing with my balls.
“You look so fucking wild, and I love it,” he says. “You look the way I feel.”
My movements stumble at that, his words hitting in a way I can’t describe. I get myself together and keep going, though, chasing the orgasm that’s right there, so fucking close I feel it brushing against my skin.
“Now that I’m thinking about it,” Rory says, “I like what you suggested earlier, like the thought of wearing something like that when I do bad things… I don’t mean fucking you, but the thought of panties against my skin when I’m following someone, when my fist connects with their face, when my finger presses down on the trigger. I’m a dangerous little cherry, aren’t I?”
My orgasm comes out of nowhere, hits me like a rogue wave, burying me beneath the pleasure. I bite my tongue, taste the blood, arch and come, feeling like I’m flying. And when my balls are wrung dry, I watch him as I lift my hand and lick my jizz from my fingers.
“Fuck, pet. You are so goddamned fun.”
He’s fun too.
“I should go,” I say, shifting uncomfortably.
“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I frown. “Tomorrow?”
“Yep. I have a feeling Cillian will pay you a visit.”
Well, shit. That doesn’t sound nearly as fun as fucking Rory.
*
I’m at work the next day when Ollie arrives flanked by Rory and Cillian, who’s holding Ollie’s hand. Cillian is definitely hot, though not as sexy as Rory. His hair is dark brown, thick, and hangs over his forehead. He’s taller and broader than Rory and Ollie. Rory has a nice body, with defined muscles, but he’s wirier than Cillian. There’s no doubt in my mind that Cillian’s muscles are incredibly cut beneath his clothes.