Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Drew climbed back onto the bed, kneeling between my spread legs.
Carter looked at my face, no doubt seeing the longing there. “Fist yourself,” he told Drew. “Let her see what she’s going to get.”
His words made me even wetter as I stared at the way Drew handled his hard dick. I couldn’t wait to feel it push inside me, but there was something else I wanted, too.
I reached out to the side, my index finger snagging the waistband of Tristan’s pants. “I want to see you guys fist yourselves, too. I want to come together.”
Triston’s cock twitched under his pants, but he looked torn. “Tonight is all about you, sweetheart.”
“And that’s what I want,” I told him. The way my hips were undulating again should’ve been proof of that.
I turned my gaze onto Carter who also looked uncharacteristically uncertain. I stroked the huge bulge in his jeans with my index finger. “Come on, take it out,” I said to him. Then I grinned. “If I have to beat your ass in strip poker again, I’ll do it.”
That made him grin. “We’re not talking about last night,” he said, his reprimand accompanied by a sharp pinch to my nipple—which only served to turn me on more.
Drew slid his finger along my slit. When he caught my eye, he put his finger to his lips and sucked it. Then he patted his stomach, as if signaling he’d just tasted something delicious.
I grinned, gasping as he slid his finger back to my folds and pushed against my clit. It was still sensitive from my orgasm, which I figured he knew. These men seemed to have an instinctive knowledge of when to give pleasure and when to push the envelope a bit.
The sound of louder breathing came from my right, and my eyes widened as Carter fisted his hard cock, treating it rougher than Drew had his own. Tristan’s cock was out, too. He thumbed my nipple with one hand while he stroked himself with the other.
And now it was Drew’s turn. I stared at him, his powerful chest. His rock-hard cock. His kind eyes gleaming with excitement at the moment. I looked him over and said one word. “Please.”
He nodded and lined his cock up with my entrance. I braced myself for his thrust, but he used his hand to guide the thick head up and down my slit. My body tensed as I waited, but the others seemed to realize that. Tristan stroked his hand all over my torso, as if he were calming a skittish horse. And Carter leaned down and gave me a far gentler kiss than I would’ve imagined he was capable of.
When his lips left mine, I took a deep breath. Then I looked Drew in the eyes.
I was ready.
The head of his thick cock pushed against my opening, as if testing it. I took deep breaths, forcing myself to relax my muscles. It wasn’t an easy thing to do because every cell of my body anticipated Drew’s first thrust.
And then it happened. He pushed into me with a firm stroke, and my back arched off the bed. My mouth opened in a silent scream as he stretched my inner walls. The sensation of being filled was foreign to me—but it also made me want more.
My back crashed back down on the bed, and I gulped in air. I bit my lip as I looked down at Drew, nodding my head. I was ready for more.
He pulled back in a long, smooth stroke and pushed in again. I gasped at how amazing it felt.
Carter smoothed my hair away from my brow, where beads of sweat had formed. He watched my face, no doubt seeing my eyes widening with each thrust.
Blindly, I reached out toward him as Drew continued to drive himself inside me. My fingers only touched the rough denim of his jeans, but then he chuckled and guided my hand to the tip of his cock. I closed my fingers around the head, feeling it vibrated as he stroked himself. I rubbed my thumb along the slit at the top, and he moaned.
Drew pushed into me again, his deepest stroke yet, and I gasped. My limbs trembled as the intensity built, but there was something I had to do before I’d succumb to the pleasure.
Reaching my other hand out, I somehow managed to touch Tristan’s face. He gave a low chuckle as he captured my wrist and kissed my fingertips. Then, like Carter had, he guided my hand to the tip of his cock.
I didn’t know how best to touch them, but that was something I wanted to learn. There were many things they could teach me, and I wanted to learn them all. But for right now, I did my best to massage the heads of their hard dicks while they stroked themselves… and Drew pumped his cock into me.