Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
I kissed him hungrily, moaning into his mouth as Max’s fingers stroked in and out of my slippery pussy. Both their hands grabbed me tight, and both of them moved right against me until I could feel both of their hard cocks pulsing against me through their pants.
I gasped as they suddenly pulled me from Nolan’s lap, pulling me onto the couch sitting between them. I whimpered, my pulse beating like a drum in my ear as I kissed Nolan and felt both men’s hands pull my legs apart, my panties still tangled at my knees.
“Bad little girl,” Nolan purred into my lips, his hand sliding up to stroke my eager pussy.
“You going to punish me?”
I swallowed, biting my lip as I looked him right in the eye.
“You going to punish me, daddy?”
Nolan groaned before his mouth crushed to mine again, his fingers curling in and out of me. Slowly, he pulled back, a hungry look in his eyes.
“Kiss him,” he growled, nodding past me to Max. I panted, my chest heaving as I slowly turned and locked eyes with the blond-haired, blue-eyed, gorgeous football star, who was looking at me like he wanted to devour me whole.
“Kiss him,” Nolan rasped into my ear, his fingers stroking my pussy. “Bad girls need a daddy to keep them in line,” he whispered fiercely, his fingers driving me wild. Max moved closer, one hand gripping my thigh and the other one sliding up to cup my breast through my t-shirt.
“But it looks like this little bad girl is going to need two.”
11
Nolan
I knew this was pushing it, but I couldn’t stop. Fuck, this wasn’t “pushing it,” this was shattering the damn line and stomping all over it.
But I could. Not. Stop.
A million thoughts roared through my head, but I looked over at Max, and instantly, I knew this was okay. Instantly, I knew what this was, and I knew we were both feeling it. We’d been friends so long that there was no jealousy there. And I knew neither of us had the right to “claim” her over the other. Any other man sitting on the other side of her, his hands on her as she leaned in to kiss him, and yeah, there’d be a dead body on my floor. But not Max. Not my best friend.
One look between us and we both got it, instantly. We were both hooked on her. And fuck, you could even say it was my fault for bringing her home that night that got him tangled up in her. Fighting over her would tear us apart, no matter who she chose, and we both knew that.
And who was to say she could ever choose anyways? Who was to say we could make her choose?
So one look said it all. No choosing. We’d share. We were both into her? Then so be it, we’d both have her. Together. Fuck, the thought of it actually got me harder, and got my blood pumping even hotter. Again, any other man and I’d be losing my mind. But sharing the girl I’d gone crazy over with my best friend who’d fallen down the same rabbit hole with her? No, that was something else entirely. And the idea of her sandwiched between us — moaning and writhing and coming for both of us?
My cock lurched at the thought, and my hands slid over her as I started to kiss down her neck.
Cora moaned as Max kissed her, his hand sliding into her hair and pulling her tight to his mouth as she whimpered in pleasure. My hands slid down to the hem of her shirt, and I started to tug it up her body. She pulled away from my buddy just long enough for me to tug it off and toss it away, before she crashed right back into him.
No bra.
I groaned, my lips teasing over one shoulder as my hands slid around to cup her full, soft tits. My fingers rolled over her nipples, hardening them to little stiff, pink points, and she only kissed Max even harder. She pulled away with a gasp, turning her head and locking eyes with me before her lips were mine again. My tongue slid over hers, swallowing her moans as Max unzipped her skirt and yanked it away.
She turned back to him, moving onto her knees and kissing him hungrily as he started to unbutton his shirt. I moved down her back, my lips and my tongue dancing over her soft young skin and making her gasp and arch her back. I moved lower, my hand cupping her tight little ass as I kissed the small of her back, before I moved down.
Fuck.
The sight of her bare, pink, glistening little cunt nestled between her creamy thighs with that little ass high in the air was enough to make my cock ache for release. I reached down and stroked myself through my jeans, groaning as I leaned in close, breathing in the sweetness of her scent. My hands moved to her ass, cupping her and spreading her wide, before I moved in.