10 Inches – Multiple Love Read Online Stephanie Brother

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic Tags Authors:
Advertisement

Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
<<<<122230313233344252>121
Advertisement


I imagine myself begging. Please. Please.

Men’s faces enter my mind. Carson, Theron, Gabe, Oliver, Jonas, Clay, Stefan, Jimmy, Tom and Russell. They flick through my vision like one of those old-fashioned spinning image creators that turned static pictures into something jerkily resembling real life. The nerve endings in my pussy ignite to the point of sweet, torturous pain as I imagine how he must have looked and felt, creating this vibrator for me.

Frantically, I push the vibe lower, pressing it against my entrance, relishing the force of anticipated penetration.

How would each of the men in this house fuck me? Who would be gentle and who would be brutal? Who would hold me down and who would give me freedom to move and take my own pleasure? Who’d enjoy licking me and who’d want my mouth on them? Who’d whisper deliciously dirty things in my ears and who’d fuck punctuated by harsh breaths and grunts?

I want to know.

Being on the outside of this conversation with them is like staring into a candy shop window and not being able to open the door and taste what’s inside

Pushing harder on the vibrator, my flesh begins to give way and I arch my neck, eyes still pinched firmly closed, body pulling tight like a drawn bow. Am I really going to do this? Am I really going to push this huge thing inside me?

When I use my finger to circle my clit, the answer becomes immediately obvious. Yes. Yes. Oh fuck, yes!

I’m so slick that once it’s inside just an inch, forcing it further is like slicing chocolate cake with a warm knife. I can’t believe how good it feels. Rocking into the penetration I bite my lips to hold in the groan that wants to escape. It goes deep, deep enough for me to take the whole thing, and I’m shocked. Isn’t a dick this size supposed to bottom out? From the way the men downstairs spoke, all the women they’ve been with before have struggled to take them all the way.

The slick sounds of my arousal are louder than the vibrator, but I don’t care.

There’s a single thought in my mind, a pinprick of focus, as I chase my way over the hill to orgasm.

Size does matter. It does. It really does.

And the release is good. So, good. Better than anything I’ve ever achieved at my own hand.

After, I hold the vibrator still, keeping it inside me while my muscles ripple around it, faces flashing through my mind again, a loop of gorgeous men who could do this for me in real life.

How much better would it be to feel them lose themselves in me, too? To feel that release. To know the power of the man behind the ten inches of cock that rocked my world, and the other men who could do the same.

I want to know, but I can’t.

I have to clear my mind of all these inappropriate thoughts, but how can I when I know a little of what it would be like to just let go and take what I want?

When I’ve finally come down from the precipice of pleasure, I gently ease the vibrator from inside me, hating the emptiness it leaves behind. My skin is slick with sweat, which cools as I slide from beneath the sheets and pad to the bathroom. Standing on the cold tiles, I soap and rinse the purple rubber until all evidence of my lapse in control is washed away. Looking at myself in the mirror is hard because I come face to face with a flushed cheeked, wide-eyed version of myself I don’t recognize. Is this what women look like after good sex? Or am I just so inexperienced at this kind of thing that my body has reacted more extremely? Maybe it’s just the shame of what I’ve done?

I wish I had someone to talk to about everything going on here. Dawn would listen in a heartbeat, but she’d be too surprised at my innocence, and I can’t deal with having to explain. It would have been easier if I were going through these experiences at the same time as my friends. Now I’m out on an island, alone in my current status as a virgin.

It doesn’t have to be this way.

Everything could be different in a heartbeat.

All I’d have to do is put on some sexy lingerie and walk down those stairs, and I’d find out all the answers to my questions.

But I’m not that girl.

I’m not brave enough to take what I want.

If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be is my mom’s favorite phrase and I’ve always believed it too.

As I climb back into bed, reaching out to rest the dildo next to its gathering of waiting friends, I accept that nothing as exciting as my fantasies is likely to happen to me any time soon.


Advertisement

<<<<122230313233344252>121

Advertisement