Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 169305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 847(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 847(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
We were too far gone to care.
Zach’s hand clasped my ass now, half of it covering my skin. He tucked his pinky into my panties, teasing my tight hole.
He rolled his head back and forth against the wall, eyes shutting. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
I wanted more, but I knew he couldn’t handle it. That we’d reached the edge of his capacity.
The door behind me shot open. Someone padded into the sauna, slicing through the steam. My heart jolted in my chest.
We had company. Where I worked.
I swiveled my head to see who’d come in.
Zach grabbed my chin and steered it back to face him. “Eyes on me, Little Octopus. He doesn’t matter.”
He.
There was a man there.
Jesus.
And yet, the feeling was too good, the orgasm too close.
We were both dripping wet, hot and heavy, slow-fucking through my panties. His tip teased my ass, my slit, my clit.
Everywhere.
I trained my eyes on Zach. “Is he gone now?”
Zach shook his head, his face completely tranquil, studying me. “No. He sat on the opposite bench. He’s watching us.”
My mouth dropped open. I moved to climb off of him, but Zach’s hand snuck from my ass to my lower back, fingers splayed over it with force.
He sank me a few inches onto his cock, stretching the fabric of my panties so thin, I could feel him throb inside me. Touching, but not touching.
I wanted to explode from pleasure.
What is wrong with you, Fae?
Too much to count.
Shame, embarrassment, and desire pirouetted over my skin. I couldn’t believe I was letting him dry-fuck me while someone watched.
At least I now knew I hadn’t done this for the money or the help.
I would have slept with Zachary Sun either way.
“Zach,” I choked out, wishing I could put my hands on his shoulders, to embrace him, to kiss him, to feel more of him. “I’m not going to be able to take all of you in when it’s time.”
“You will. You’ll take every inch like a good girl.”
The intruder shuffled behind me.
Zach looked strained, barely in control, one hand sliding as much of his cock in and out of me as my panties would let him, the other holding me steady by my lower back.
His grip on me tightened, possessive. “He’s masturbating now.”
I didn’t know this man.
I didn’t even know what he looked like.
But I was undeniably turned on by the thought of someone stroking himself to the sight of us.
“I want to watch you as you come all over my fucking cock, Farrow,” Zach growled into my face, close now—too close.
My heart picked up speed.
I clamped over the tip of his cock, threw my head back, and came. Shattered. Soaked my thighs with a gush of wetness.
My head fell back, eyelids fluttering open. I spotted the man on the bench opposite to ours.
He was young-ish. Unfamiliar and utterly sexy. His towel splayed open all the way, his long cock thick beneath his fist. He pumped his dick hard, increasing his pace, close to the finish line, too.
My body tightened like a bowstring. I was coming, and coming, and coming. Toes curled, muscles shaking, mouth dry, stars dancing all over my vision.
“Farrow,” Zach hissed.
I couldn’t stop looking at the stranger behind me.
We made eye contact.
I felt like he was fucking me, too.
Zach gripped my jaw—touching so much of my bare skin—and steered it back to face him. “Look at me right now before I stab this bastard right in the heart.”
“You can’t go around killing everyone who looks at me.”
“I’m afraid I can and fucking will. Don’t try me.”
I believed him wholeheartedly.
He’d sliced a man for less. For almost pinching my ass.
This man was fantasizing about fucking me while I was in Zach’s arms.
I stared straight into Zach’s eyes, the waves of pleasure from the orgasm crashing against my skin.
“What do you care?” I taunted him with a smile, still riding his swollen crown, mixing my cum with his pre-cum. “I can do whatever I want—with whomever I want. You’re going to have a fiancée in half a second. We’re not exclusive. We’re not even in a relationship.”
His lips thinned. “The marriage won’t be real.”
“The ring will be and so will the paperwork.” I warned, “I’m not going to sleep with a married man.”
“It wouldn’t be cheating. We’re both free to take lovers as we please.” His abs contracted as he tried to keep himself from coming. “And I’ll be cured long before I put a ring on, so don’t worry. Neither of you are endgame. Not her, and not you.”
His words stung, but before I had a chance to let the insult fully sink in, he squeezed his cock, wincing as though he was in pain.
He pulled out of my soaked underwear and came, firing thick strings of hot cum all over my stomach. We watched in fascination as he marked me, jet after jet.