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)
Mack dips his thick tongue into me, filling me for a moment before he paints me with it, through my sensitive lips and back up to my clit. When he falls into a repeating swirling pattern around it, I moan in appreciation. My orgasm’s building, faster and faster, as he drives me there one lick at a time.
“Fuck, I'm gonna shoot all over you if you don't ease up,” groans Scrapper and pulls himself out of my hand. “Your hand is fucking magic.”
He leans in and kisses me hard, and I lose my grip on Reaper, as Mack’s teeth come down around my clit, biting gently but firmly right before he flicks his tongue over the trapped nub.
I groan into Scrapper's mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck to hold on while I explode between the three of them. My whole body quivers, almost like when I had a fever, but the heat that rushes through me this time is pure pleasure. My stomach flexes like I'm doing a sit-up, my muscles taut. If they weren't holding me down, I'd be launching right off this couch.
When I finally come back to earth, they're all kissing me. On my breasts, on my lips, on the insides of my thighs, bringing me down gently. But I’m all done with gentle. All three of them are solid as steel, and I need them inside me.
“Fuck me. Any one of you. I don't care who. All of you.” I force the orders out between harsh breaths, and they laugh.
“Are we making you feel human?” Scrapper asks, “Or are we just bringing out the animal?”
I slap him on the arm. “Shut up and get in me.”
He laughs again. “I like it when you're bossy.”
He picks up his jeans to pull out a condom, but I grab his wrist. “No.”
I get a questioning raised eyebrow in return. “No?”
“I'm safe. I want you bare. All of you. Skin on skin. I want to feel you fill me.” I trail my fingers up his chest to flick one of his nipple rings. “Claim me. Make me yours.”
The condom packet sails across the room, never to be seen again.
Scrapper nudges Mack out of the way so he can position himself between my legs. He holds himself, aiming the glistening head of his cock at my folds until he's parting them and rubbing against me. Not inside, not yet, but all it would take is a little nudge. “You sure, babe?”
I nod. Reaper was the first time I went unprotected, but that wasn't on purpose. We were just caught up in the moment. This time it's deliberate. I know my IUD will keep me from getting pregnant, but just the feeling of it, the surrender—knowing that we've grown so close that I can't imagine anything between us…
“Fuck me, Scrapper.”
He enters me with a moan. Spreading me around him, hot skin against hot skin. The only lubrication is us, and I'm so slick for him. You wouldn't think it would feel so different, and maybe it's just in my mind, but it just feels rawer, dirtier—sexier, as I wrap my legs around him an urge him to fuck me faster. Harder.
The other two are stroking themselves slowly, moving to either side of me so I can take them both in hand and guide them closer to my mouth. I start with Mack, swiping my tongue over his thick head and getting a salty taste of him. Then I turn to Reaper and suck him right in, swirling my tongue twice around the thick ridge that separates the crown from the shaft, before I switch back to Mack, drawing him in as far as I can while being rocked by Scrapper's powerful thrusts.
I feel like a porn star, and I play it up, humming my appreciation and licking my lips between swaps as I smile up at the guys. The way their eyes follow me, I'm pretty sure I'm doing it right. Then again, they're an easy audience. I bet people would pay to see something like this, not that I’m interested in switching careers, but it's a sexy thought. It reminds me of the exhibition room in the club. Would I dare? I don't know for sure, but we're definitely going to turn the screen on the next time we play.
“Fuck, I'm getting close,” groans Scrapper. No wonder, too. He's driving me into the couch, his hips striking the backs of my thighs hard with every thrust. If Mack and Reaper weren't playing with my breasts, they'd be bouncing all over the place.
I love it when Scrapper groans and pushes himself deep. I know I'm not supposed to be able to, but I'm absolutely sure I'm feeling the heat of his thick cum flooding out and coating my insides. I definitely feel how his shaft throbs and twitches as he loses himself in me.