Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“Good idea,” Chase says, his voice louder now. He’s a foot away, and when he reaches me, he sweeps my hair off the back of my neck and kisses me there—an open-mouthed caress while Ryker peels off my panties. I step out of them, and I’m half-naked but all exposed.
Ryker grabs one cheek, manhandling me roughly, and Chase the other, gripping firmly. Their bodies flank me on either side. “Bet you’re aching between your thighs,” Chase says, almost like a taunt, like he savors holding my pleasure in the palm of his hand. He kisses my earlobe, flicking his tongue along it. “Are you, baby? All hot and greedy?”
My knees buckle. And I grow wetter. “I am.”
“Bet that sweet pussy is so nice and slick,” he adds and squeezes my ass harder, then bites my shoulder.
“Oh god,” I say, yelping from the nip, but also moaning from it.
Chase raises a big hand. “You said you liked my hands. What do you want me to do with them?”
“Spank me,” I say, surprising myself at the strength of my desire.
With a devilish grin, he says, “I thought so.”
He smacks my ass and I cry out a “god yes” as pain and pleasure surge through me.
“Turns you the fuck on, doesn’t it?” Ryker asks.
My pussy grows wetter in answer, then a bead of arousal slides down my inner thigh. I feel daring with these two, free to voice my wants. “Check,” I rasp out, my throat drier than the desert, my pussy hotter than the equator.
I’m shaking with desire. Chase kisses a long trail down the side of my neck. “Aww, you’re so hot for us you’re getting all demanding. Fucking sexy the way she needs us, isn’t it, Ryker?”
“So hot, how horny she is,” his friend seconds.
I wriggle my ass for them, shameless. “I want you both. I need you both,” I say, my voice sounding like it’s coming from some other version of me. The me who propositions two guys for a three-way, who goes to their home, who asks for filthy, beautiful things.
Chase nuzzles his smooth face against my neck, his hands roaming down my side. “Patience, baby. Just need something first,” he rasps out, then adopts his Dom voice again. “Ryker, check her cunt for me. Tell me how wet she is.”
Ryker slides his fingers over my ass cheek, and between my thighs, stroking me at last.
It’s such sweet relief, and yet I need so much more. “Please,” I pant, helpless to the lust surging through me.
“Like she’s been turned on the whole damn night,” Ryker says, confirming, and that sounds about accurate.
His thick fingers climb higher, heading straight to my clit, which is pulsing for him. For them. At last, Ryker strokes and I nearly howl from the pleasure. How is this already better than anything else that has ever happened to me? Is it because it’s double? But it feels like ten times what I’ve felt when I’m alone with my high-speed toys.
“She’s ready for you,” Ryker says, talking about me like I’m a car and they’re going to trade turns at the wheel.
Well, yeah.
Ryker grabs my wrists and spins me around, so I’m facing him.
No idea what’s happening. No clue at all.
Until…
Ryker slams his mouth to mine while Chase yanks my ass against his covered hard-on, and maneuvers a hand over my hip, down, and right between my legs.
“Yes. You’re so slick,” he praises in my ear, as Ryker kisses me and Chase strokes my pussy. “Wrap your arms around him.”
I comply, threading my fingers through Ryker’s thick, soft strands.
While Ryker kisses me hard, Chase drops sensual kisses to my neck, all while he strokes my wetness, sliding, rubbing, flicking my center.
I’m bursting with pleasure everywhere, my pulse skyrocketing, my skin tingling, everything aching.
This is a parade. An anthem. An epic finale to a symphony. Chase is rubbing my needy clit while Ryker devours my mouth. It’s all too much, the deluge of wild sensations.
I moan into Ryker’s mouth as I rock into Chase’s hand. “That’s right. Give it to us. Come on my hand,” Chase urges in a dark, dirty voice that has me rocking faster into his fingers, doing his bidding.
I’m close, so damn close. There’s no part of me that doesn’t want to come right now.
Ryker’s kisses overpower me with their intensity while Chase’s fingers fly, and pleasure coils low in my belly, then pulses.
A warning of bliss.
“Yes, I can feel how much you want it,” Chase rasps out, pushing me on.
One more stroke, one more caress on my neck, one more kiss of my lips, and I let go of Ryker’s mouth, gasping, “I’m coming.”
My knees buckle and Chase catches me, then hauls me up as I shake from the aftereffects. While I’m still moaning, he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them, one by one. “Mmm. Need more of your sweetness really fucking soon,” he says, like he’s high on the taste of me. When he’s done, he tenderly strokes my hair away from my face. “You did so well, sweetness,” he says, and I like that nickname too.