Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Fuck, they're beautiful,” Savage groans as he leans in to take one of my peaked nipples in his mouth. His thick tongue swirls around my sensitive areola and then he nips at the nub itself, sending a spark of sinful sensation racing through me.
Poe takes the other one, and for the first time in my life, I'm experiencing three mouths on me at once. It's magical. I close my eyes and bury one hand in Poe's long, dark locks. The other combs into Savage’s reddish hair as I hold him tight to my taught nipple. And all the while, Crank presses my thighs open to worship my slick pussy with his skilled tongue. My toes are already curling and my skin is on fire from all the attention.
“So important to pay my debts,” I get out between moans.
I was already horny as heck, but Crank’s mouth would’ve had me panting in no time anyway. He teases circles around my clit, then swipes his tongue broadly between my lips before pushing it inside me, turning me into a slick mess. Then he dips away, kissing and nibbling the insides of my thighs before he's back. I gasp, the noise ending up strangled as I try to draw air and moan at the same time.
I'm not going to last long like this.
Everywhere, there are hands, clever fingers and talented mouths. Poe lets my breast go so he can kiss his way up my neck to right behind my ear. He nips the lobe just hard enough to make sure I don't forget he's there, while he tugs and teases the nipple he left behind. So many sensations, I'm drowning in them, gasping for air as my back arches on its own. Crank’s tongue stokes the fires in my core, making them burn higher and hotter, while Savage wraps my hair around his hand, holding me in place. He's not making me do anything, but it's very clear that he could guide my head anywhere he wanted to. I wet my lips, the implication of that making me wonder where he's going to direct me. I'm already salivating at the thought of his cock.
But they seem content to focus on me for now, determined to make sure I explode for them. I feel like I’m giving a job interview and they are proving their worth by showing me exactly what I can expect from their work ethic. Joke’s on them, they got the job the moment they started, and now they're just negotiating for a higher salary. Pretty sure they're all going to get a top bonus at this rate.
Crank slips a thick finger into me, stretching me open and discovering which motions make me groan and clench tight around him. And when he adds a second finger, I teeter on the edge of orgasm for just a second, holding my breath as my whole body fills with a pleasant warm buzz that swells and swells without ever quite bursting. Savage kisses down my ribs and over my belly, dipping his tongue briefly into my belly button as he makes a tour of my body with his mouth. Poe trails my jaw with his kisses until he finds my lips, and as Savage releases my hair, Poe claims it right back so he can pull me even closer. His tongue claims my mouth in a kiss so forceful I struggle to breathe, even as my body quivers and tenses, preparing for the release that's… right… here!
I come apart around Crank’s fingers, lost in Poe's kiss and drowning in Savage’s skillful touch. The world spins until the backs of my eyelids are painted with fireworks. I moan into Poe's mouth and my fingernails gouge Savage's shoulder while Crank has to use his considerable strength to keep my thighs open, since with all the stimulation, I think I might rip his head right off if I come any harder.
Everything goes black, and I slump onto the bed as every muscle turns to goo at once. I'm a soaking puddle in the middle of the mattress, completely boneless and sated. I've died and gone to heaven, aftershocks spreading through my limbs like ripples on a lake.When I finally open my eyes again, I'm surrounded by three bikers who look extremely pleased at their performance. I'll make sure to remember that at the performance review. Crank’s face glistens, and I realize that's all me.
“Oh God, I'm sorry, I—”
Crank cuts me off. “Don't ever fucking apologize for enjoying yourself. Life's too fucking short for that shit.”
I nod. “Yes, Sir.”
“Oh fuck, I like the sound of that,” growls Crank with a hoarse laugh.
For the first time in my life, I really feel comfortable in my own skin. All around me, I've got hard, solid, precum-slick proof that just being me is enough. These men, who can be so rough and scary, are also incredibly real and grounded. They enjoy sex and see nothing wrong with it. Not once have they looked at me or touched me in a way that makes me feel less than who I am. I’m starting to understand why so many women like hanging around the club.