Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
The man kissing me placed his hands on my shoulders and eased the straps of my dress down. The two men on either side took over, sliding the straps down my arms.
As my dress got tugged down, the man kissing me followed. He nibbled on my throat as my back arched. Then he peppered little kisses down my chest, right in the middle of my breasts. Then he worked his way down to my navel.
Strong fingers captured my nipples, and I gasped. Though I knew it was two different men rubbing and teasing my nipples, they seemed to be working in harmony. It felt so good to feel them touching me in tandem.
Strong hands tugged my dress down further, and most of my abdomen was exposed. The man on top of me tasted and nibbled on me there, and I unconsciously parted my legs, hoping he’d go there next.
Then they tugged the dress off entirely, leaving me naked except for the thigh high stockings the bridesmaids had worn.
Someone gave a low whistle—probably Hunter. The mouth that had been tantalizing me moved lower, brushing past my mound. My legs parted, and then there was a strong hand on each of my thighs, spreading me open.
I groaned, my eyes still closed. This was so intense. The mystery of who was touching me. The gentle teasing. The anticipation. I ground my hips against the bed, aware that they could see every part of me.
And aware that they wanted me.
Warm air blew across my slit, and I nearly jumped. Then someone stroked my hair, and a voice whispered in my ear. “Do you want this?”
“Yes,” I breathed back, and while one man had his head near mine, another man kissed my heated folds.
He lapped at the outside of my slit, making long strokes with his tongue. As I moaned, another mouth descended on me—this one on my right nipple.
I squirmed against the twisted sheets below me. It was almost too much pressure—the mouth sucking on my nipple, and the tongue exploring my folds. Then the third man captured my left nipple between his lips, and I nearly bucked my hips off the bed. But the man between my legs kept hold of me, spreading me, giving himself more room to lick and explore. He took his time, and by the time he zeroed in on my clit, I was writhing around on the bed. It was both too much and not enough. I needed to come—I needed to explode into a million pieces. And when the man between my legs slid a finger into my opening, I did.
He increased the pressure on my clit as I thrashed around. The triplet sucking on my nipples let go, presumably so as not to accidentally hurt me, but I was way past caring. I cried out as they cupped and squeezed my breasts. And then the talented tongue between my legs pushed me over the edge.
As I tried to catch my breath, I opened my eyes. Three men were looking at me with longing in their eyes. Hunter was on my right side. Reid on my left. And Jackson was between my legs. All three had their shirts off, and I realized I didn’t want to keep my eyes closed anymore. Not when I could look at their incredible bodies.
It took me a while to recover the ability to speak, but when I could, I reached out and tugged on Hunter’s pants. “This bed is a clothing free zone,” I said. He grinned and stood up, pushing his pants down in record time. Reid and Jackson did the same, and soon I was surrounded by six sculpted pecs. Twenty-four perfect abs. And three huge cocks.
I reached out and ran my finger along Reid’s cock. It twitched and grew even bigger. I tried to close my fingers around it, but it was too big. “I want to feel you inside me,” I whispered. “All of you.”
Reid looked at his brothers. “She means one at a time,” he cautioned.
He was right, that was what I meant—but it might not be what I meant next time.
“Who do you want first, sweetheart?” Reid asked.
“How about your birth order?”
“Not going to argue with that,” Reid said. He leaned down and gave me a long, lingering kiss before changing places with Jackson.
Jackson lay down next to me, his body warm against my side. Then his lips met mine at the same time I felt something press against my slit. Not a finger. Not a tongue. Something bigger.
A square piece of foil caught my eye as it drifted down onto the bed next to me, and I was glad Reid had thought to use a condom. The excitement was building up inside me again, and I might have forgotten.
Jackson’s tongue delved into my mouth, and it felt amazing. Reid rubbed the head of his sheathed cock up and down my slit, and I moaned. Then Hunter got in the act, grasping my knee and folding it up toward my chest. This gave Reid better access, and his hard cock slid inside me.