Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
I take Heath’s wrist as he lands on the spot. “He’s right. Just like that. Please. And more. Make me take it. That’s what you like, isn’t it? Stretch play?”
The Count drops his gentlemanly edge at that, and I grin, knowing I’m stirring the beast.
“Yeah, I like stretching. You have no fucking idea.”
I clench around his fingers, three times in quick succession.
“Then show me.”
He twists his fingers inside me and I feel it when he scissors them. “You might not be so eager when you get a piece of Josh’s massive cock along with mine. We might have some surprises in store.”
“You’re teasing now.” I pull at my nipples. “You’ll get me off in no time if you keep up with that. I’m already drenching your sofa.”
“Let’s get upstairs, then,” he says, and yanks his hand from my pussy, making me gasp.
And my God, Heath Mason licks and sucks his fingers clean.
“I think you deserve a bonus for this,” he says to Josh. “Tits to die for, an eager tight cunt, and a gorgeous goth to boot.”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” Josh says, “Holly is…” he grins at me, “… amazing.”
“I’ve got no doubt about that,” Heath says and pushes to his feet, taking me by the hand as he goes.
Josh is behind me on the stairs, and he trails his fingers up my back. I wish I could spin around and kiss him. I owe him one for sharing such a hot bastard with me. What a team.
I guess that will have to wait until we get home, though.
Heath’s bedroom is massive – hardly a surprise – and it’s a gothic fucking dream, like the rest of his place. The theme is deep purple and black, and plenty of it. His headboard is shaped like a church window, black arched iron around mirrors. His bedsheets are jet black, clearly thick and made of hotel cotton, and he shoves me down onto them with a tumble.
I kick off my heels and scrabble into position, wide eyed at the prospect of what’s coming next.
“Want to see what you’re in for?” Heath asks me.
“Yes, please.”
Heath goes for Josh’s jeans and frees my favourite cock in the world. It’s at its full veined glory. Piercings glistening. If only Heath knew how well I can take that thing.
Guess he’ll find out.
I give a huge grin and a nod. “That’s really fucking hot.”
“I know,” Heath says, and frees his own dick.
Holy fucking shit, my jaw almost hits the floor, because they are almost fucking identical. Heath Mason has a Jacob’s ladder. Six barbells up his shaft, just like Josh. He’s thick, too. Really fucking thick, with one hell of a head on him.
“Surprise,” he says to me, and I slap a hand across my mouth.
Damn it. Josh has been giving me smirking little hints, and I didn’t know it. I didn’t have a clue.
Heath Mason has a ladder. A fucking ladder. Taking one is intense, taking two will be… quite something. I have to rub my clit at the prospect, I can’t stop myself. I want them to fill me up, both of them, like a dirty bitch.
“Josh was my inspiration,” Heath says, as he strips himself naked. Yeah, he looks as good as I imagined. “I went with my hair in a fucking bun underneath a baseball cap to disguise myself when I got them done.”
“It was worth the risk,” Josh says, smiling proud. “Look what a beauty it turned into.”
Josh drops to his knees, looking up at our client with his gorgeous green eyes before licking a path right the way up Heath’s dick. He sucks him into his mouth like an absolute pro, using his throat like he was born to take it.
I can’t tear my eyes away. My boyfriend is giving his throat to a pierced dick, staring up at Heath like he’s a dirty god, and I want a piece, too.
“Can I join in?” I ask, and Heath gestures me over.
“The more the merrier. I’m always happy to share.”
Turns out, so am I. I’d share Josh with this guy any day of the week. I’m going to be so jealous when they’re fucking without me – missing out on their hot action. Bodica can piss off. I want every double act I can get from now on.
Better start earning it…
Josh offers me Heath’s cock when I drop to my knees beside him. I take it slow, savouring the taste of every inch – still slick from my boyfriend’s spit. I tease his piercings, like I tease Josh’s. I know how to flick my tongue and catch the barbells with my teeth – just a little.
“You’ve done this before,” Heath says, with his head tipped back. “You know how to work a ladder. I bet your hot little pussy knows the same.”