Series: Torn and Bound Duet Series by K. Webster
Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“Naughty,” Ashton says from behind me. “Started without us.” He smacks my ass. “Get on your hands and knees, hockey boy.”
At first, taking it up the ass kind of fucking hurt. But Ashton and Drew both taught me to enjoy it. The thought of having Ashton inside me has my dick leaking with precum.
“MiMi,” Ashton instructs as he strips down to nothing. “Your drunk ass is gonna suck some dick.”
“Yummy,” she says, sitting up on her knees.
He laughs. “Drunk ass.”
“Lube,” Drew says, tossing a bottle on the bed. He sheds his clothes in record speed.
I climb on all fours like Ashton instructed, waiting for him to prep my ass. His touch is reverent as he caresses my ass. Ashton likes calling the shots in bed, and we often fall into the role of letting him. He’s always trying new positions and swapping shit up. It only gets weird when Mia’s been looking at porn. Then, we end up in some strange predicaments that usually have us laughing by the end.
“Come here,” Ashton tells Mia as his slick finger penetrates my asshole. “Crawl under Brayden so you can suck his dick.”
She squirms her way beneath me, so that we’re in a sixty-nine position. I playfully smack at her pussy that’s within reach.
“Drew, prop MiMi up with some pillows so she can reach his dick,” Ashton instructs.
Once Mia has been lifted up, she starts teasing my dick with her tongue. I groan when Ashton pushes a second finger inside me.
“Let Brayden suck on your dick to get it nice and wet so you can fuck our girl,” Ashton tells Drew. “Do your parts so I can focus on tearing up this tight ass.”
I groan when he pulls his fingers out and then kneels behind me. Drew stands on the bed, his feet on either side of Mia, offering me his dick like a snack. My mouth parts, watering for a taste.
Mia takes my dick deep in her mouth as Ashton pushes the head of his cock inside of me. I groan, overcome with pleasure. Drew chooses that moment to roughly shove his dick past my lips. I’m overwhelmed by sensations. They’re everywhere all at once.
Mine.
They’re all mine.
I start to gag, as does Mia, when Drew pulls away. Ashton slides partway out of my ass before driving into me hard. Drew and Ashton seem to be taking turns slamming into me, each of them owning different holes. Mia sucks dick like it’s her goddamn job.
I love these people.
Drew pulls out, smacking my mouth with his dick. I know from experience, he’s close to coming. I should suck on him to tease him some more, but I know our girl needs to be stuffed by his big cock. Ashton knows too.
“I can smell MiMi’s arousal from here,” Ashton says. “She’s craving dick, Drew.”
Drew kneels down between her legs, easily lifting her ass with his hands, and then slides into her slick entrance. She moans around my dick, making me see stars.
The harder Drew slams into her, the harder Ashton slams into me. Mia comes first, and the way she gags on my dick when she does has me spurting out my release with no warning. Drew makes a groaning sound and then his hips are flexing slower, with purpose, as he comes. Ashton is last, and I know the second he’s losing control, because he digs his fingers painfully into my hips, as a small groan escapes him.
We finally detangle ourselves from one another and Drew cleans everyone up.
“Thanks, Daddy,” Ashton teases.
Drew curls himself around Ashton, pinching his pierced nipple. “I hate that shit.”
“Nah, you like it,” Ashton argues.
Mia is content pressed between Ashton and me. I kiss her mouth and then Ashton’s. Then, I lean across him to grab Drew’s mouth too.
I love these people so fucking much.
“Good night, Daddy Drew,” Mia sings.
“Night, Mia.”
And then to me she says, “Good night, boyfriend Bray.”
“Night, baby.”
“Good night, Ashy C.”
“Night, MiMi.”
And we fall asleep like we do every night—bound together by friendship, fierce loyalty, and unimaginable love.
Always together.
Never apart.
Five Years Later
“Congratulations, Dr. Carter,” Dr. Anderson says, smiling with pride. “I knew you could do it.”
This. Fucking. Guy.
As my doctoral advisor, he spent more time trying to talk me out of going after my PhD than actually advising me. In hindsight, that asshole probably threw out some reverse psychology on me. Instead of walking away, I worked harder, pissed that this guy didn’t think I was smart enough.
Now he’s looking at me with a knowing expression that has me rethinking everything.
“Thank you, Dr. Anderson,” I state back, shaking his hand.
I leave the stage, my chin held high. Years ago, this felt like a pipe dream. Something I wanted to do, but wasn’t sure I was capable of. Now, it’s mine.
Dr. Ashton Nathaniel Carter.
Surprisingly, school became much more enjoyable when I didn’t have Dad dictating my every move. Also, once it was in my specialized field of study, I liked it a helluva lot more. And, when you have the sexiest little tutor in the whole world, it’s a breeze.