Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
But it’s been a while since that happened. Obviously, our lifestyle isn’t for everyone, and it’s been a while since we last had a woman on deck. But we really hit a jackpot with Tamara because she’s horny, slutty, and yet intelligent too. She keeps us on our toes, and possesses a certain wittiness that tends to drive me crazy. If there’s one thing I love, it’s a mouthy woman. It’s much more fun to put them in their place.
Most of all, however, Tamara took all of our cocks so well last night, and she looked amazing while doing it. It was something straight out of a porno, the way she went completely pliant for us and allowed us to use her as we pleased, her eyes rolled back, breasts bouncing, skin reddening, sweat dripping down her perfect body as we fucked her over and over again. That image is one that I’ll never be able to get out of my head. Every time I close my eyes, the visual reappears, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make it happen again.
After all, there’s still so much that I want to do with Tamara. Last night was just an aperitif. A little sneak peek at what it could be like if Dane, Chris, and I got to use her body thoroughly, in every way imaginable. I want to see those pretty, pink, pouty lips of hers wrapped around my cock, and I want to see her large brown eyes staring into mine as I fuck her mouth. I want to get the chance to fill her ass with my cock—I want the three of us to fill all of her holes up at once as she screams and writhes. I know Tamara would be able to take it, and my bet is that she’d love every second of it.
But I’m getting a little ahead of myself. Patience, the voice in my head murmurs. One step at a time.
“Here you go,” I smile as I hand Tamara a glass of wine before settling beside her on the couch. The curvy girl giggles as she’s squished between Dane and me. My arm is thrown over the back of the sofa, while Dane’s hand rests on the inside of her thigh. She’s turned on by our proximity, and mewls again, her skin heating up. My buddy, ever the opportunist, pushes her thighs a little apart and Tamara giggles as Chris groans, staring between her legs as she flashes him. I don’t have to look to know that she isn’t wearing any panties. Naughty girl. I can’t wait to teach her a lesson.
“So, what did you guys want to talk about?” she asks before taking a sip of her wine. It takes the three of us a few moments to pull ourselves together because Chris is still too busy staring between her legs, Dane’s fingers are creeping up toward her pussy, and I can’t stop watching her heaving breasts. But Dane clears his throat and gets himself under control.
“We invited you here to make you an offer,” he begins in a slightly breathless tone.
“An offer?” Tamara asks, raising her brows. “Pray tell, what kind of offer?”
The three of us share a glance, and then I fix her with my blue gaze.
“We want you to quit your job at the Corinthian and come to the Merovingian instead,” I state.
Tamara turns to look at me, eyelashes fluttering as she blinks a couple of times, clearly confused. “So, you want me to become a cocktail waitress at the Merovingian? I know that the Corinthian is a rival, but is this really necessary? There are plenty of waitresses here. You don’t need to steal Stone Thompson’s staff.”
The three of us cut her off with loud laughs that seem to catch her off guard.
“No, sweetheart,” Chris chuckles, shaking his head at her. “Sorry, we didn’t explain it right. You won’t be working if you come to the Merovingian. At least not in the traditional sense.”
Now, Tamara looks even more confused, a pout on her plush lips.
“What do you mean by that?” she queries.
“You’ll have this penthouse all to yourself,” Dane explains, waving his hand around the lavish space. “And you'll have full access to the spa, gym, restaurants, and shops at the Merovingian. If you want to pay a visit to the casino and have some fun, you can. You want to visit the bar and enjoy some drinks? You can. You’ll have access to everything, sweetheart. Whatever you want, it’s yours.”
Now, Tamara looks utterly nonplussed.
“But?” she asks. “There must be a catch. I wasn’t born yesterday.”
Dane chuckles and nods.
“Yes, you’re right. You’ll have to provide for us in return.”
“Okay. Doing what?” she raises a brow.
The three of us share another look.
“You’ll need to be available to the three of us—and only the three of us—24/7,” Dane says in a smooth voice. “So what do you think, sweetheart?”