Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
It works. Scrapper is the first to come, flooding my mouth with salty cum as his cock flexes with each shot, and he roars deep in his powerful chest. I swallow just as he pulls back and drops back onto the bed with a moan. Reaper takes control, slipping his hands into my hair and tilting my face so he can jerk off hard and fast over the valley of my breasts. He taps his cock against my lips and I open, just in time to lick him and suck the head into my mouth. He snarls like a wild animal and pulls back out with a wet pop before coming all over my chest and neck, his seed burning hot as it spills over my skin.
“Fuck,” he hisses as the last few drops drip out into my cleavage. He rolls off over to the side with a groan, leaving me with only Mack.
His eyes are stormy and his usually calm expression is wild. He reaches forwards and slides a finger through the combination of Scrapper and Reapers cum that clings to my lips and neck before bringing that finger to my lips. I open my mouth and suck it in, wrapping my tongue around the tip.
“You have no idea how fucking hot you look right now,” Mack says with a deep groan. He rolls his hips, and his cock drags along a spot inside me that steals the air from my lungs. I grip the sheets so I don't fly away, and then let the feeling wash over me as I come again.
I think I'm screaming, the sound mixing with Mack's roar as he empties himself deep inside me. I tremble under him, lost in a world of pure pleasure. There are fireworks going off in my head and my skin is so sensitive I think I can feel every little molecule in the air brushing over it. Mack is braced over me, his hands planted on either side of my head, and his eyes are shut. He's breathing, just breathing. Coming back to Earth, just like me.
I finally dare to let go of the sheets and press my palm against his impossibly broad chest. “That was… something.”
He chuckles softly. “Just… something?”
I shake my head, for once in my life I’m at a loss for words.
Reaper laughs. “Fucking glad I lost that bet.”
“Told ya she’d be back,” says Scrapper. He shifts so that he can stroke my breast softly. I draw a sharp breath each time his fingertips brush over my nipples, but he's just playful.
I'm exhausted. “Can I stay here tonight? I promise I just need a shower and some sleep. I won’t cause any trouble.”
“I’ll get you a towel. The bathroom’s over here,” says Scrapper, crossing the room without a shred of self consciousness about being naked. I’m going to need some recovery time, but even so it’s a really nice view.
The TV is black now. At some point the camera feed cut off. I was worried that I would feel awkward after, but I don’t. Reaper, Mack and Scrapper treat sex like it’s the most natural thing in the world, no hang ups, no regrets, just four adults having a good time together. By tomorrow night they’ll probably have moved on to the next lucky girl—and the thought of that does burn a little—but I’m going to tuck this memory away and enjoy it because I have to get back to my real life. This is a night that I'm never going to forget.
Not ever.
6
MILA
Oh, come on, there's got to be something on this drive that I can use. I thought my biggest problem would be getting my laptop to read it, but the drive is fine. It’s me that sucks. “Maybe I’m not cut out for this after all,” I grumble, shoving my laptop away.
“No luck?” Meghan's in the kitchen, fixing pasta. “You've been swearing at your computer for hours now.”
“Most of this is just junk, and half of it is password protected or encrypted or something. I don't know. I’m not bad with computers, but I’m not good either, you know? I don’t know enough about what should be here to know if something looks wrong. Would it have been too much trouble to ask him to put together a slideshow of all his shady cases?” There are documents full of shorthand I don’t understand, and packed spreadsheets with unlabeled columns, so I have no idea what they're actually about. Could be legitimate business, could be bribes, or they could be his fantasy football setup.
She laughs. “I should’ve asked Mullerby to organize his backup before I stole a copy for you.” She dips a spoon into the sauce and tastes it, before grabbing the pepper grinder and putting some more in there. “I’m sorry if it doesn’t have what you’re looking for.”