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)
Pre-cum spurt out.
Monique chuckled and then lapped at it.
“Oh, fuck.” It was impossible to resist the overwhelming pleasure that consumed me.
Her tongue darted out, tracing a torturous path along the sensitive rim of my cock.
The misty space grew hazy around us as their caresses intermingled, intertwining pleasure and desire in a dance that was as sensual as it was intoxicating.
Then, Chanel's hand slipped between Monique and me, joining in the caresses to my cock.
I loudly groaned.
Monique's touch became more urgent, her strokes quickening with a carnal hunger. Her eyes filled with lust and locked with mine.
I could feel the heat radiating from their bodies as Chanel and Monique continued their erotic display.
Chanel's lips trailed down my chest, leaving a path of fiery kisses in their wake.
Monique's skilled hand never ceased its tantalizing rhythm, pumping my cock with an expertise that left me breathless.
I was close to exploding.
Then, Chanel's nimble fingers wrapped around my cock, joining forces with Monique's exquisite strokes.
“Oh fuck!” My breathing shifted to fast pants.
My mind was awash with a tempestuous storm of pleasure and longing.
“I owe you, L.” Still stroking me, Chanel lowered next to Monique.
And both of their tongues danced along the length of my cock, taking turns lapping as more pre-cum spilled from me.
They drove me fucking wild.
Groans erupted from deep within my chest. “Goddamn it!”
As Chanel's lips closed around the head of my cock, sucking eagerly, Monique's hand gripped my length hard, working in perfect harmony with her mouth.
The intensity of the pleasure consumed me. My body trembled as I bucked my hips, desperate for release, yearning to drown in ecstasy.
Duck's voice entered my head. “Lei, wake up!”
“No. No. No.” I kept my gaze on them. “Just wait, cousin. I'm busy.”
“Wake up!!”
“P-please.” I held my hands up in the misty air. “Don't be so cruel.”
Someone smacked me hard on the back of my head.
Ah!
I woke up with my hands fisted. “What the fuck?!”
Duck's voice sounded in front of me. “It was time to wake up.”
My eyes fluttered open, and I was met with the harsh reality of a sunlit helicopter cabin.
Yawning, I sat up, disoriented and still throbbing with the remnants of pleasure from the dream. “Why the fuck did you wake me up?”
Duck scowled at me. “Because you were groaning loudly and a second away from pulling out your cock and giving us all a show, and I didn’t sign up for that.”
I blinked. “What?”
Chen, Hu, and Duck occupied the seats in front of me. Their bodies leaned against the comfort of their chairs, yet their exhaustion was evident in their slumped postures.
Duck glared. “You were moaning so loud you woke me up.”
“I wasn't.” I looked at Chen. “Right?”
Chen nodded. “From what I gathered, it was a very good dream, featuring Monique and Chanel.”
I pursed my lips together.
Yawning, Duck leaned his head back and closed his eyes. “Now that you're done with your freak show, I'm going back to my nap.”
I turned my view to Hu.
He had his eyes closed. Deep, steady breaths left his slightly parted lips, giving the impression of someone lost in sleep.
But I knew better.
There was a certain tension in Hu's posture, a readiness that belied his seemingly relaxed state. It was in the way his fingers were wrapped firmly around his tiger-striped gun, a grip not of rest but readiness.
For the past two nights, Hu had been out, leading teams across the city, following every lead, every whisper that could give us a clue.
I scratched my head. “I wasn't that loud.”
With his eyes still closed, Duck groaned in annoyance.
Chen gave me a weak smile. “Perhaps, we should let Duck get a few minutes of sleep, before arriving at Utopia.”
I didn't argue with him.
Ever the strategist, yesterday, Duck had spent countless hours pouring over maps and information. His mind was always working, always planning. Unfortunately, that meant that he had not gotten much sleep and had been cranky with exhaustion the whole time.
I looked out the window next to me, checking to see where we were.
The helicopter hummed steadily through the skies.
We haven't hit the mountain range yet. But at least we're out of Paradise City.
I glanced over my shoulder.
In the two rows behind me, my main men mirrored the same fatigue that Duck and Hu did. They had also combed through the city and beyond with me yesterday, their resolve unbroken even in the face of these mounting odds.
Damn it, Yan. We didn’t need this fucking detour that you put us on.
We had all devoted the past day to an exhaustive, aggressive search that had taken its toll on us.
And nothing came from it all. Yan had vanished like a fucking dark shadow on a bright, sunny day.
Why did you have to take Chanel? I was going to say goodbye and return her body to the Killer Crows.
My heart ached as my thoughts drifted back to the yesterday.