Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
I do as I’m told, raising my knees to my chest where Heath grabs them and hoists them even higher. My ass is exposed, and Josh wastes no time seeking out my displayed brown hole, pushing two fingers all the way in, like I did with him.
I love the slippery burn.
“Rock her,” Josh says to Heath, and Heath rolls my knees back and forth, so the rhythm is working against Josh’s fingers. I know what’s lying ahead. I know I’m going to be stretched by at least four of my boyfriend’s thick, long fingers before the game is done.
“Whose dick do you want in here?” Josh asks me as I groan at number three. “Whose steely cock do you want inside you? Tell me, baby.”
“I don’t care,” I reply, letting the sensations guide me, rationale long pushed to the side. “All I know is that I want both of them, both at once. I want you guys to fill me up and make me take it. I want to be a filthy sweet curva, stretched open by the men I love. Both at once.”
I always love being double plugged, but with these two it’s different, just like everything else.
It has meaning.
Love.
“I’ll take your sweet ass, dirty curva,” Josh says, and I squeal and giggle as he grabs me and rolls to the side, taking me with him so my back is to his chest, his thighs spreading mine. He raises his hips, and positions the head of his swollen dick at the entrance to my ass. “Ready for it?” he asks, and I moan.
“Always.”
I have to grit my teeth as he eases his cock in, one pop of a piercing at a time. He rubs my clit as I adjust to the intrusion, and I’m well into the throes of pleasure when Heath positions himself between my legs.
Josh splays my pussy lips and hitches his hips even higher.
I must be so exposed, fully on offer to my vampiric icon. My ass straining and clenching around Josh’s thick dick with my slick wet slit splayed in invitation.
Heath accepts that invitation in a heartbeat, and doesn’t show mercy.
“Want to be a sweet curva, do you?” he says as he inches his way inside. “You’ll always be a sweet curva, Ella. Our sweet curva.”
I nod, even though it’s hurting. The stretch always pains before it turns to gold.
My mind is blank to everything but the sensation as the two guys have their way with me. I really am a sweet curva between them as they plug me in tandem – hard deep thrusts before they alternate the rhythm and plough me one cock after the other. Two swords thrusting and pounding. The difference in the thrusts is enough to drive me round the bend.
I spread my thighs as wide as I can, giving myself over to them. I beg them for more. I tell them how grateful I am, how good it feels to be so used, how much I want it.
And then I tell them how much I love them.
Both of them.
I’m being double fucked by two thick, barbelled cocks, uttering words of love.
I love Josh more than life itself, and I love Heath, too. I love the pair of them. I need the pair of them, in life, in love, in everything.
My feelings don’t ease up in the slightest once I’ve crested the waves and both guys have blessed me with a round of fresh cum in each hole. I may be grimacing as they pull free, but that grimace is fast replaced by a smile as I pull Heath close to me.
“I love you so much,” I tell him.
“I love you too, curva.”
I twist my head to Josh.
“And you know full well I love you, Mr Amazing.”
“Same goes. Always.”
Heath’s eyes lock on Josh.
“And as for you, Joshy baby, I loved you from the day we met. I just didn’t know it.” He pauses. “But I know it now. I love both of you, and I love the way you love each other. I want us to be a trio, whatever form that will take for us.”
“Ditto,” Josh says. “All in, Heathy baby, whatever lies ahead.”
We drink more champagne together, and laugh like the lovers we are. Naked in soul as well as body, so natural as we sit in a random hotel suite in Southampton. The location will never matter. We’ll always be us.
Heath laughs as he resurrects the stupid conversation about cargo ships. I shake my head, and swat my stupid comments aside, but Heath won’t let up, telling us how much he loves boats. But we already know that. We experienced one alongside him in Cannes, after all.
“Maybe one day we’ll take a voyage together,” our iconic lover says. “We could take a private yacht to some incredible destinations, and discover the world.”