Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
But then she wouldn’t be stuck here with them.
He held his hands up when it was time to drag the T-shirt over his head.
And she got her first look at his chest. His muscular, ruined chest.
He winced when she stepped back. “Yeah, I probably should have warned you about that. I had an accident last year. Got hit with a blowtorch. It’s fine now. I can keep the shirt on if you want. I know it’s…”
Oh, she wasn’t playing with this man. “Don’t you say it. If I can’t say it, you can’t. It’s not ugly. I was just surprised. Blowtorch? How do you accidently get hit with a blowtorch?”
“Maybe it wasn’t so much of an accident. I don’t want to talk about the past tonight,” Wyatt said with a weary sigh.
She didn’t want to pull him down into a place she understood well. Regret. Pain. The wish things had gone differently.
“Unless it bothers you,” Wyatt offered.
“Do I get to spank you?”
His lips split in a brilliant smile, and he reached out, pulling her back down into his arms. “Like I said I’ve got some boundaries that might not feel entirely fair, so how about we find another way I pay for my sins.”
He flipped her so she was flat on her back and he was between her legs, denim rubbing against her pink parts. Then he was moving along her body, his eyes on her as he pushed himself down. He moved until his mouth was right above her pelvis, hovering above her pussy.
Her heart rate ticked up, whole body going tight with anticipation. Was he going to?
Yes. He was definitely going to.
“How about if I get insecure and start saying bad shit about myself, I owe you,” Wyatt offered. “I owe you this.”
Heat poured through her veins as Wyatt licked her clitoris. He parted her labia and ran his tongue along her most tender flesh. Her head fell back on one of the pillows as he ate her pussy like a starving man.
“Now that is a pretty sight,” a deep voice said.
She opened her eyes and Sawyer was standing beside them, watching Wyatt work her pussy.
“I bet you taste like heaven, Teach,” Sawyer said, pulling at the buckle of his belt.
Desire overwhelmed her. She was a woman used to living in her head, used to allowing all the worries of daily life to invade on every moment of her existence.
She couldn’t think of a single reason why this wasn’t the best idea she’d ever had. Not one. Actually, she couldn’t get her brain to form a single thought except one.
More.
Wyatt licked her pussy in long strokes before sending his tongue deep inside, spearing her the way his cock eventually would.
“Give me your hand,” Sawyer ordered.
Without thought she lifted her right hand toward him as Wyatt continued to fuck her with his tongue. She glanced at Sawyer and gasped because he’d chucked his jeans and stood there totally naked, every inch of him muscled and perfect. His cock stood at attention, thrust up from a nest of neat dark hair, and he brought her hand to it.
“He’s going to be on you in a heartbeat once he wrings an orgasm out of you. He won’t even wait until we’re in bed,” Sawyer explained. “So I have to get what I can. Stroke me.”
She wrapped her hand around his big cock, loving the feel of soft flesh covering hard muscle. Sawyer’s hand covered hers, directing her.
Sabrina rode the wave, letting Wyatt pull her one way while Sawyer pushed her another. Somehow it wasn’t chaotic. Somehow they managed to find a beautiful rhythm, matching each other and making it all run smoothly.
“You feel so fucking good,” Sawyer muttered, his hand tightening around hers as he picked up the pace.
“You taste so fucking good.” She heard Wyatt’s words rumble against her pussy and then he sucked her clit between his lips, and she knew she was done for.
She felt Sawyer’s cock swell in her hands as the orgasm overtook her.
Nope. She’d never had one before. Not a real one. She’d had little pleasures, mostly given by her own hands, but this was something so different. This encased her and shoved the rest of the world out, blanketing her in pleasure as surely as the snow outside covered the world.
Sawyer groaned, and she felt the warmth of his release cover her fingers as she pumped his cock.
Wyatt rose from her pussy, getting to his knees and shoving his jeans down, releasing his own cock.
He was so beautiful. Every bit as masculine as Sawyer, but in a unique way. Lean muscle to Sawyer’s linebacker presence. His cock was long and hard in his hand as he stared down at Sabrina, her arousal still on his lips.
Sawyer released her hand and reached to the table, grabbing something he tossed Wyatt’s way. “Thought you would need that.”