Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
But now, this godforsaken wedding. One look at Elaine and I was immediately turned off. There’s a radar called the bitch switch, and shit, but the blonde switched that switch ON. Even with an angelic face and perfect Barbie-like blonde hair, this girl has a bad personality. Like a spoiled, whiny persona, the-world-revolves-around-me attitude. There just ain’t time for that where I come from. In our world, the Earth circles around us, not any female.
But shit, surprises can happen anywhere, anytime. Because a beautiful brunette stepped into the church last, when I’d given up hope altogether. She was the last bridesmaid, ripe and luscious, with a shy smile and innocent brown eyes. And shit, that figure. Yeah, the female busted out everywhere, my dick jerking as I took in those luscious tits, the giant Kim Kardashian ass. What would it feel like to be cushioned between those butt cheeks? To run my pole horizontally first, enjoying the sweaty rub before pushing it into her ass? Hell, I had to know.
But first, this ceremony. Like a dog, Tyler pulled it out and flashed the girl. My man, you’re my hero. A real fuckin’ stud, wish I’d done the same. But it was all over in a couple seconds, and then we were onto the reception.
“Yo guys,” I grunted, once the crowd had dispersed. “Ready to go?”
Mason and Tyler knew exactly what I was talking about. In fact, their packages were pretty huge still, straining at their morning suits.
“Absolutely,” grunted Mason.
“Fuck yeah,” swore Tyler. “Shit, I’m gonna burst.”
And like that it was on. As we entered the reception area, our eyes found her, bodies immediately on alert. She was innocent and pure, a lamb waiting to be led to the slaughter, trembling and compliant. And as if in a movie, the brunette’s head turned as we entered, immediately connecting with our gazes. Hell yeah. She knew. The female wasn’t innocent, she wanted us as much as we wanted her.
Grabbing a drink, the three of us made our way over to the gorgeous girl.
“Hey,” I grunted. “Nice to meet you. I’m Kane.”
But before the woman could say anything, another bridesmaid pushed her way in front of us, cooing and preening.
“Hi, I’m Stacy,” she purred, one hand messily sloshing a champagne glass. “You are?”
I eyed her amused.
“Like I said, I’m Kane,” came my deep growl. “And this here is Mason and Tyler.”
“Oh right!” exclaimed the pushy bridesmaid. “You were the ones who just flew in. Was it exciting?” her voice lowered conspiratorially. “I heard one of you, and I’m not saying who,” she singsonged, “has a private jet!”
Right. This woman was already eyeing us greedily, licking her lips thinking about getting on our plane. Fuck no, bitch. That thing is precious, and you’re not getting a ride come hell or high water.
So instead, Mason rumbled casually.
“Lots of people in NYC have private planes,” he growled. “But not everyone has a G-6 like us.”
The bridesmaid almost fainted then, her face literally going sheet white as her eyes bulged.
“A G-6?” she gasped. “Like in the song?”
“Like in the song,” grunted Tyler, nodding darkly. “Exactly like in the song.”
And shit, but the woman literally swooned then, collapsing on the ground in a pile of poof. It was hysterical, to be honest. The combination of plane, plus too much champagne, plus weighing about ninety pounds did her in, and she fell to the side, head landing on the floor with a thunk.
Immediately we bent over to help. But the sweet brunette beat us to it.
“Kacey,” she said urgently, cradling the woman’s head between her hands. “Wake up! It’s okay, it’s okay. Quick, get me some water,” she said urgently.
Magically, a glass appeared, and the brunette held it to this Kacey’s lips.
“Drink,” she commanded her friend. “Drink up Kacey, all that alcohol on an empty stomach isn’t good for you.”
And slowly, the three of us knelt so that we surrounded the brunette, our massive bodies closing in. It was a little weird with an unconscious girl at our feet, but she was gonna be okay. A little food in her stomach, and little time, and she’d revive.
Besides, it was the first moment of privacy we had with our brunette. The world shrank until it was just her and us, people milling around in a blur behind our backs.
“Hey,” I rumbled. “Good thinking with the water. I’m Kane, by the way.”
And the girl looked back at us, brown eyes wide, breasts heaving, even as her friend started blinking and coming to.
“I’m Katie,” she murmured, a flush spreading down her breasts. “I – I –“ she stammered.
My smile grew broader.
“No need for introductions right at this moment, sweet thing,” came Tyler’s growl. “Because we just have one question for you. Did you like what you saw?”
Immediately the girl blushed. Because it was obvious what Tyler was referring to. His dick, out and proud during the ceremony, ready to do damage to this beautiful female’s pussy. And right now, the three of us were crouched around her in a tight circle, the bulges in our pants unmistakable.