Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 108768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
I squinted, unable to see through the mist. “Where am I?”
An otherworldly hum vibrated through the air, and then Monique and Chanel materialized before me. Their naked bodies glistened with this shimmering oil.
I widened my eyes. “God, yes.”
Ten feet ran between us.
Due to them not moving forward, I was close to racing over.
Chanel's brown skin glowed. Her black hair rippled and waved within the mist.
I drink her all in—firm breasts and pebbled nipples, slender hips and a perfectly shaven pussy.
Chanel smirked. “You're so nasty, L.”
My heart raced.
Monique chuckled.
My view snapped to her, and this all-encompassing warmth hit my heart. It was crazy how she had already in this short time seeped so deeply into my soul.
She whispered, “You are really nasty.”
“I am.” My gaze lowered down to her big, round breasts with those large, dark nipples.
“You are breathtaking.” I licked my lips and studied her some more.
Her slim torso flowed into a sensual curve.
I slipped my gaze down over her taut stomach and drank in the sight of her pussy, so smooth.
Chanel spoke. “You brought her back?”
I kept my view on Monique. “I did.”
“Why do you think you did that, L?”
Passionate yearning coated the space.
I slipped my gaze back to Chanel. “Because I want to fuck the both of you.”
They strolled over.
A dark groan left me.
“And yet. . .you haven’t dreamed about me in a few days.” Chanel approached from the left with a seductive smile tugging at her lips. “It's been a while, L.”
My cock throbbed in my pants. “Too long.”
“I almost thought you were done dreaming about me.” She got to me and pressed her breasts against my chest.
I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her even closer. “I may never be able to forget about you.”
Chanel glided her fingers over the front of my pants, never touching my cock, yet teasing me mercilessly. “Do you still miss me?”
A surge of desire coursed through my veins. “Yes.”
Monique strolled to my right and trailed her fingers down my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Then, she brushed her lips along my earlobe, her breath sending waves of heat that surged through every fiber of my being. “Should I leave and give you two privacy?”
My body came further alive. “Please don't.”
Her voice dripped with sultry allure. “Are you sure?”
I met Monique's gaze. “I want you here. In fact, . . .I need you here.”
I was entranced by the intoxicating blend of Chanel's warmth against my chest and Monique's enticing proximity.
This was heaven.
Their hands roamed freely over my body, igniting dormant flames that had long yearned for release.
“Sweet L.” Chanel's lips claimed mine with a fierce hunger. Her wet tongue delved into the depths of my mouth as if trying to consume every ounce of my being.
“Mmmhmm.” Monique's fingers traced patterns of desire along my torso, leaving trails of fire in their path.
This deliriously horny anticipation burned within me, fueled by their intoxicating presence.
Chanel curled her lips into a devilish grin. “But can you handle the both of us?”
My cock grew hard. “Fuck yes.”
“We'll see.” With a flick of her fingers, Chanel summoned a plush velvet chaise lounge from the depths of the mist. It materialized beside us, luxurious and inviting.
Without hesitation, she guided me to sit down upon it.
Eager, I did just that. My body sank into the softness and she got right next to me.
Unable to resist any longer, I leaned forward and took one sweet, pebbled nipple into my mouth, teasing and suckling.
“Oh, L,” She moaned.
Monique did not waste a moment before joining us on the chaise lounge, her slender fingers trailing down my chest until they reached the bulge in my pants. “What should I do?”
My body hummed. “Any goddamn thing you want to.”
“Hmmm.” Monique lowered in front of me. Her deep brown eyes sparkled with mischief as she reached for my pants and pulled out my stiff, throbbing cock. “I want this.”
My body responded instantly, every nerve pulsed with flaming desire. “You can have anything you want.”
I raised myself slightly to allow Monique to yank the pants further down to my knees.
Mist curled along my muscular thighs.
Chanel looked down at my cock. “My only regret in life was that I didn't bounce on that.”
I blinked. “What?”
“I should have fucked you when I was alive.”
“Wait.” My heart ached. “That's right. . .you're dead—”
“Don't think about that. Think about this.” Monique began stroking my cock. Those hands moved with an enticing precision.
Gentle, yet demanding.
And all earlier thoughts left me as I focused on her electric touch.
Then, Chanel's lips found their way to my neck, leaving a trail of soft, lingering kisses that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
“Poor L,” Her voice grew husky with desire. “You missed out on so much pleasure when I was alive.”
I tried to process her words, but all coherent thoughts were quickly pushed aside as Monique's touch intensified, her thumb expertly teasing the sensitive tip of my cock.