Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Drake’s mouth flies straight to my clit, and he wraps his lips around it fast, pressing down with his tongue at the same time. I stop the swaying motion of my body, allowing Sloane to take the lead, which he does right away, thrusting fast and hard.
I look down at the scene unfolding between my eyes with a delighted smile, Sloane’s mouth dangerously close to Drake’s cock as it goes in and out of my pussy. These two don’t hate each other as much as they say, I start to realize. In fact, I’m thinking it’s just the opposite; they like each other more than they should and, the fact that they don’t know how to deal with that, is exactly what drove them apart. That until now, of course: with Sloane sucking on my clit while Drake fucks me, I don’t think they’re entitled to say they dislike each other any longer.
Now this is some real sexual healing.
I grab at my breasts while they work on my pussy and clit, throwing my head back and closing my eyes, a permanent smile on my face. Have I ever been this happy? I don’t think so.
More than just pleasing me, they’re pleasing me perfectly. As Sloane’s thrusts become faster, Drake starts working on my clit more furiously; it’s like there’s an unspoken bond between these two, one that they had no idea existed until now. In a sense, I’m the bridge between them. I just never knew that being a bridge could be this pleasurable.
“I think I’m going to come,” I whisper, my voice thick from the effort I make to get the words out. I come one heartbeat later, my pussy tightening around Sloane’s cock like a vice. Feeling my inner walls closing in on him, he starts thrusting even faster; if my orgasm is an explosion, his thrusts are like gasoline.
“Oh fuck, that’s it. So good,” I moan, my eyes rolling in their orbits as ecstasy rages through my veins, scorching all the nerve endings on the way. I’m moaning so loud now that it’s a surprise that the hotel manager hasn’t called the room yet, perhaps the other guests are too busy listening in to complain.
I try and catch my breath, but both Drake and Sloane act fast, forbidding me from taking a break. Sloane makes me roll to the side and, grabbing me by the hips, he makes me go on all fours again, my ass turned to Drake.
“Your turn,” he whispers at Drake, his cock twitching hard as the two of them lock eyes. Instead of just coming for me, though, Drake just remains frozen behind me, looking back at Sloane as if he were in a trance.
Without saying a word, Sloane closes the distance between him and Drake. I look back over my shoulder in time to see Sloane curling his fingers around Drake’s cock, and guiding it home, only letting go when its tip is pressed between my drenched folds. My heart skips a beat as I watch him do it and I realize that, whatever there is between the three of us, we’re just getting started.
Finally regaining consciousness, Drake grabs me by the waist and thrusts. His cock flies inside of me in a fraction of a second, straining against my inner walls on the way in and forcing me to unleash another wild scream of utter delight.
Sloane shuts me up fast enough, though. He stands up in front of me and, grabbing his cock, he just shoves it inside my mouth. My scream dies in my throat and, allowing my wicked instinct to take over, I start sucking on him eagerly.
I feel my skin prickling as his cock goes over my tongue; I can taste my pussy on his shaft, my fluids coating his flesh, and that just makes me lose all control. I thrust back as hard as I can, impaling myself on Drake’s cock, and then I move my body forward and allow Sloane’s cock to go all the way in. I keep on moving like this for what seems like forever, their cocks spit roasting in the most delirious way.
A cloud of pleasure drifts over my mind, and I know that another violent orgasm is on its way. And it couldn’t be any other way, with them, every time I come is like rapture. More than just the physical, it’s a spiritual experience. Now, I’ve never been a fan of all that new-agey talk, but there’s simply no better way to describe what’s happening right now. Nirvana, Heaven, Enlightenment—I don’t care, call it whatever you want. I’m not picky.
The urge to scream simply overpowers me and I pull my head back, taking Sloane’s cock out of my head. My scream is so loud that I’m waiting for the windows to shatter into a million fragments, but thank God, that doesn’t happen. What happens is that slight spasms take over my pussy, and a hurricane of pleasure whisks my rational mind away.