Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
“Goddamn,” is his rough growl. “Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy, star girl.”
Of course, the second ring is there, winking at him from just inside my anus. He doesn’t hesitate: his tongue is rough, insistent, and the sensation is electric, every nerve alive. He works the ring, tongue and teeth, until it pops out and lands with a slick noise in his palm.
He presses it against my lips, and I open my mouth, sucking it clean before he sets it on the nightstand next to the other.
“I love the taste,” I moan. “Mmm.”
Hunter chuckles. “I always knew our little slut loved the taste of ass. Especially her own,” he adds before tweaking my clit with his fingers.
I moan, long and loud, and they both groan in response. Hunter gets in back of me so that I’m in his lap, facing away, and lines up his cock with my asshole, the tip hard and already dripping.
“You ready?” he asks, breath hot in my ear.
“Always,” I say. “Do it. I want to feel both of you at once. I want you to ruin me.”
Lachlan’s already got his cock in hand, stroking slow, the head dark and angry. He lines up with my pussy, and they both push in at the same time.
“Ooooh!” I scream as I’m penetrated in both holes. “Unnnh!”
The stretch is obscene, more than I remember, but I love it. I arch, push back into both of them, and the sensation is fire, pleasure so raw it’s almost pain. They move together, one in my pussy, one in my ass, the rhythm perfect.
“Fuck,” Hunter grunts.
“Oh shit,” chokes out Lachlan.
Dirty talk flows, relentless. Hunter tells me I’m his naughty little whore, his trophy slut, that my holes belong to him, that he’s going to come so deep in my ass that I’ll taste his come in my throat. Lachlan tells me I’m sacred and filthy at the same time, that he’d burn down the world for me, that he’s never wanted anything as much as he wants my vag right now.
I lose track of everything except the feeling of both of them inside me, the stretch and the fullness and the way every thrust makes my whole body shake.
“Oooh,” I grunt. “Yes, fuck me, fuck me, it feels so good!”
They obey, fucking me slow at first, then faster, the sound of skin on skin mixing with their breathing and my own sobbing moans. I come, hard, around Lachlan’s cock, my cunt gripping him so tight he almost loses it. Hunter’s hand is on my clit, working it until I see white. I scream, I really do, and don’t care if the neighbors hear.
“Oh god!” I shriek. “Mmmph!”
They keep going, relentless, fucking me through the aftershocks until I’m shaking, barely able to speak.
Hunter grunts, voice raw: “You’re going to take every drop. Understand?”
I nod, drool on my chin.
“Good girl,” he says, and slams in one last time. I feel the hot rush of his cum flooding my ass, and I clench around him, milking it out with the walls of my ass.
“Fuuuuuck,” he moans. “Oh shit!”
Lachlan pulls out, strokes his cock over my pelvis, and comes in thick, hot ropes across my pussy, watching as my clit’s covered in his semen.
“Goddamn,” he pants. “Shit shit shit.”
We collapse in a sweaty heap, the sheets a tangle, the rose petals stuck to our bodies and each other. There’s sperm all over, exactly the way I like.
They bracket me, one on either side, and Hunter pulls the duvet up, wraps all three of us in it. Lachlan’s hand is on my thigh, slow and soothing, and Hunter kisses my neck, soft this time.
I look at the nightstand, at the two rings gleaming in the low light, and smile.
“Happy?” Hunter asks, voice lazy, sated.
I nod, too tired for words.
Lachlan kisses my cheek. “You were incredible, star girl.”
I drift, their bodies heavy against mine, the scent of sex and candle wax and flowers all around.
Because if this is what forever feels like, I never want to wake up.
“I love you,” I murmur, dropping off to sleep. And as my lashes close, I hear the words that mean so much to me.
“We love you, Stella. Always.”
With that, the promise of our future together begins.
EPILOGUE: PARADISE FOUND
Stella
Tahitian sunlight is a brand of gold they don’t have back in the Twin Cities. Here, every photon is perfumed with salt and the electric green of palm fronds, and it sinks through skin so deep you feel it all the way to the root of your spine. We have been on this beach—our beach—for a week, and I am, for the first time in my adult life, totally at peace.
We’re three months into the endless honeymoon. Six since the commitment ceremony, which was written up in at least two local lifestyle rags as “a bold, possibly illegal, reimagining of the modern triad partnership.” I have no idea how these magazines even heard of our wedding, or why they decided to cover it, but I clipped them both, and I kept the second one for posterity because the photo editor selected a shot where you can see me beaming at both of my handsome grooms, radiating happiness. Hunter framed it in the upstairs hallway, and I love that it occupies a place of honor in our home.