Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
The pulsing grasp of my pussy is met with the expansive swelling of Dornan's cock as he fills me with warm pleasure. Travis pulls back, letting me dwell in the dark place behind my eyelids where bursts of light break through.
Emotion tightens my throat, but I don't let it take hold as I'm eased onto my front, so my breasts are pressed into the comforter, and my head is turned to the side against the pillows. A shiver racks my whole body as Elias presses soft kisses down my spine.
Dornan slumps somewhere at the end of the bed as he struggles to get his breath. Travis's fingers ease the binds from my wrists, and he eventually rolls me until I'm on my back.
"Ready for more?" he asks.
I don't know if I am. My brain is shattered, and my body is weak. Then again, Travis likes me immobile, and I love it when he does whatever he wants to me and doesn't give me any choice in the matter. I flex my fingers and stretch my arms over my head.
"Hold her." Travis nods to Elias, who clambers behind me, taking my writs in his huge hand and clamping them together. He leans over me, kissing my mouth in an upside-down position as Travis eases his cock inside me. With my legs over one shoulder, Travis folds me so the penetration is deep. His eyes are glazed as he looks down at me through fair eyelashes that are lowered with arousal. "You're perfect," he says, trailing his hand over my breast. "Totally fucking perfect."
His words touch a place inside me that was damaged at Eddie's rejection. When he discarded me, everything I'd given him felt worthless. I didn't love him, not truly, madly, or deeply. We just had fun, and I thought he respected me. What a joke that had been. Now Travis, Dornan, and Elias fill me with happiness and warmth. I didn't need revenge sex to get over what Eddie did to me. I needed this; the connection with these men, their kindness and care, their willingness to work together to be what I need. In the beginning, they weren't even friends. Now, they're prepared to commit to me and each other. Our union isn't simple. It feels momentous.
The slide of Travis's cock in and out is perfect. The undulation of his hips, which ripple his abs and clench his thighs, is heavenly. I don't know what I did in a previous life to deserve these three men, but it must have ended in heroics or martyrdom.
"Oh god," I gasp as he looms over me to get deeper. I tug at Elias's grip, struggling as the sensation between my legs becomes too much. I'm too sensitive, and I can't take it anymore.
"Easy," Elias soothes. With his free hand, he glides over my ribs, slowly up and down, avoiding my breast and ignoring my impossibly tight nipple until I want to scream at him to just touch me where it counts. Instead, I groan frustratedly, and he laughs.
"Is this what you want?"
The slight twist of my nipple is like fire between my legs. "Oh fuck. Yes. Yes. Yes…" It's slurred and garbled, but I can't manage any better because I'm coming just as Travis pulls out and fists himself until he finishes. My feet drop to the bed, and I get a front-row seat to his release. With his head thrown back, thick throat bared, biceps clenched, and cock leaking all over his tight fingers, he's an erotic masterpiece. "Fuck, Celine. Fuuuuuuuuck."
Behind me, Elias laughs again, so high on what we're doing that it no longer sounds like him.
Travis releases his cock, which is still ridiculously hard. He uses his cum to paint circles around my nipples like he's claiming ownership of me in the most primal way.
Only Elias is left now, but I don't know how I'll deal with more. Who knew too much pleasure could be a thing? He lets my wrists go and shifts until he's next to me. Then suddenly, he rolls me, and I'm on top.
My hands are free, and I run them over his broad chest and rounded pecs. I slide my slit up and down his cock, coating him with my arousal and whatever mess Dornan and Travis have left behind. He groans, gripping my hips and thrusting upward, the power in his body making me feel as insubstantial as a rag doll.
Just looking at him gets me hot.
"Are you going to ride him, Celine?" Travis asks.
"Yeah, she is." Elias's dark eyes focus where our bodies are almost joined. All it will take is a slightly different angle, and he'll be deep inside me. "Take what you need," he says, tugging me in for a deep kiss. He pulls on my hair to separate us and whispers against my lips. "Use me."