Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Sebastian lets go of my hand, and the last of my decency scatters as he joins Tatum in taking off his shirt. Their eyes undress me as they undress themselves, shirts, pants, and boxers abandoned at their feet.
Every inch is on display—a sight more intoxicating than the top-shelf liquors at the club tonight. These two embody divine virility, erections standing proud.
“Your turn,” Tatum says.
I start with my shoes, slipping them off one by one, and reach for the zipper on my cocktail dress. The stupid thing is stuck, and my shaking hands are no match for stubborn wardrobe malfunctions.
My gaze lands on Sebastian. “I could use a hand.”
With a feral gleam igniting his eyes, he takes over and tugs at the zipper until it gives. My breasts spill out, nipples tight and needy, and I whimper as the warm breeze drifts over the achy peaks. My dress pools around my ankles, leaving me in nothing but a black thong.
Sebastian curses under his breath. “My gorgeous girl,” he whispers, cupping my breasts in his large hands. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
“No matter what?”
“Always.”
As Tatum steps closer, Sebastian kisses my nape, his cock grazing the small of my back, and my pussy heats in response.
“So tempting.” Tatum runs a finger along my jawline. “You’re going to do everything I tell you to, aren’t you, beautiful?”
“Yes.”
His attention swerves to the possessive man standing behind me. “Take off her panties.”
Sebastian moves to do Tatum’s bidding, his fingers at my hip bones, tugging the thong down my thighs. I step out of the clothing pooled around my feet, and Tatum smiles.
“Oh, how I’ve looked forward to this.” He nods toward the hot tub. “Let’s move this party in there.”
Sebastian spins me around and tosses me over his shoulder. It’s a power move, a show of strength and possession, and I let out a yelp as he carries me into the bubbly water. He lowers me onto his lap and pulls me against him, my back to his chest.
“Relax against me,” he says, parting my thighs.
Desire intensifies, making my pussy throb as the jets tickle my most intimate spot. “Please…touch me.”
Before Sebastian gets the chance to move his hands from my hips, Tatum speaks up.
“Not until I say so.” He’s sprawled across from us, and those amber eyes dare me to look away as he slides a fist up and down his enormous cock. “Tell him to pinch your nipples.”
I do, my jittery voice an octave higher than normal, strained from the unbearable arousal that’s been building since the club.
Sebastian takes my sensitive buds between his fingers, applying just enough pressure to make me bite my lower lip. I try to jerk away from the pain, but I only end up rubbing my bottom against his erection.
There’s no escape from his wicked hands, or the hardness that teases and taunts. His cock feels too good against me, and we both groan, the vise of his fingers an afterthought.
“I need more,” I say, squirming atop his lap.
Tatum’s attention weighs on me heavily as he pumps his shaft in deliberate strokes. “Tell him to pinch them harder.”
“More, please,” I pant, my focus glued to Tatum and the stroke of his hand.
Sebastian increases the pain and the intense pleasure that comes on its heels. I cry out, needing him to stop…needing him to do more.
Needing…something.
“Please.”
“Baby,” Sebastian groans, “your tight little ass is driving me insane.”
We fit together like a boundless soul, his thighs aligned with mine, his hands one with my breasts, our hearts beating in unison. My hips meet his maddening pace, and we strain to unite in the most intimate way possible.
I close my eyes, losing myself to the sensation, the pulsing need, the soughing of his breaths against my shoulder.
That’s when Tatum barges into the universe of our own creation—a place where he didn’t exist five seconds ago.
“You guys are so hot together. Rub your cock against her cunt. Keep her begging.”
Sebastian hisses in a breath, and then he’s sliding his erection through my folds, the head of his shaft teasing my drenched sex.
Shuddering, I let out a moan and beg for the impossible. “I need you inside me.”
“I will be, princess. In a few more months, I’ll be the first and only.”
I want him to be the first to break through the barrier. The only one to fill me with the flesh of his desire. I want it to be him, not Liam.
The ache of what I have to do burrows a little deeper in my chest, and tears sting my eyes as Sebastian rocks his hips, settling into a slow, circular motion that teases my forbidden place.
The tip of his cock is right there, taunting me from the other side of that barrier, and shooting me so high that I forget about ultimatums and guilty consciences.