Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 114551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
His intense stare remains locked on my mouth, watching the way I take him, and knowing how much he loves it, I make sure to put on a good show.
Sawyer’s fingers are like magic, rolling over my clit before dipping inside me and repeating the process, but knowing all about that lack of patience I so willingly possess, he doesn’t make me wait before taking my hips and pulling me back. The move puts a hot-as-fuck arch in my back that makes me feel like their personal little sex goddess.
Then with his fingers rolling over my clit, he presses his tip to my entrance and slowly pushes inside me, filling me inch by inch as my walls clench around him. My eyes roll in the back of my head, loving the way he fills me, but damn, there’s nothing quite like the feeling when he starts to move.
He’s still careful with me, still taking it easy after my surgery, and for once, I don’t mind.
My tongue rolls over Easton’s tip, and he groans, pulling back just an inch. “‘You’re gonna need to slow down, Pretty,” he warns me as Sawyer’s soft grunt fills the air behind me. “I intend on fucking you all night, and you’re not about to make me come just yet.”
Fuck, it’s like setting down a challenge and expecting me not to rise to the occasion; it’s, almost impossible. The idea of having them inside me for hours on end is just too good to pass up.
Sawyer takes slow, sensual thrusts that make my pussy shake with need, and I push back against him, feeling him go deeper, when I hear a door opening from down the hall. “Aww, what?” Dalton grunts, betrayal thick in his tone. “I told you assholes not to start without me.”
Then not a second later, I hear whatever is in his hands being launched over his shoulder, and he bolts through the penthouse, grabbing at his clothes and yanking them off. A laugh bubbles up my throat, ruining the rhythm I’ve got going on Easton’s cock, but as Dalton clambers onto the couch and gives me a cheesy-as-fuck grin, nothing else matters.
“Well hey there, you sexy little minx,” he says, his gaze sailing over my naked body, taking in the way Easton fucks my mouth before sailing down over my tits and to Sawyer’s fingers against my clit. “Got some room for me?”
He doesn’t wait for a response as he slides in between me and the couch, and we have to jostle around to make it work, but the second I’m straddled over his lap, it’s time to get back to it. Dalton is careful not to touch my wounds as Easton’s cock practically ends up on his shoulder, and for a brief moment, I wonder how the boys would feel about helping each other out, but to be honest, as much as I’d love to see them enjoying one another, I think I’m too greedy to share, even with them.
Reaching down between us, I fist Dalton’s cock and start working him as Sawyer slowly moves in and out of me, adding his fingers to the mix and spreading my arousal to my ass. He teases me there, applying just enough pressure to make my eyes flutter, and Dalton closes his lips over my nipple as his hands skim across my waist.
“Fucking hell, Firefly,” Dalton murmurs against my nipple as it pebbles under his tongue.
His cock strains in his hand, and knowing just how desperate he is, I rise a little higher on my knees, guiding him to my entrance, but when Sawyer goes to pull out of me to make way for Dalton, I shake my head. “Both,” I murmur around Easton’s cock before noticing the way Dalton grins at Sawyer over my shoulder.
Fucking boys. I bet the second we’re done and their hands are free, they’ll be high fiving each other.
Not wanting to hurt me, Dalton takes his time, pressing against my entrance and allowing me to slowly lower myself onto him, his cock stretching me wider than ever as he situates himself beside Sawyer.
I suck in a gasp, needing a moment to relax around them, my eyes closing with intense pleasure. Easton eases up in my mouth, pulling free from my lips and giving me just a moment before taking my chin and lifting my gaze to his. “Breathe, Pretty,” he murmurs, coaching me through it as he grasps his cock, giving it a firm squeeze.
I do as he says, taking a slow, deep breath before blowing it out and relaxing around them both.
“That’s my girl,” Easton says in that same authoritative tone as he sees the tightness in my eyes begin to fade. And with that, I test the waters, slowly moving up and down, my eyes fluttering with intense pleasure.