Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
No man—and now I realize that the “men” I’ve been with in the past have really just been boys—has ever made me come like that. I mean, sure, there are four of them, so maybe it’s unfair to compare them to my past experiences, but I don’t doubt that any one of them alone could make my body feel better than I’ve ever felt before.
They know what they’re doing; that’s for sure.
“Exactly right,” Christian says, caging me in with his arms as he bends to kiss me. “We’re just getting started.”
I reach for him, squeezing his biceps, greedily working my way up to his shoulders, sliding my hands over his chest. While everything that’s happened so far has been wonderful, I haven’t had nearly enough opportunities to touch these men, and to find out what’s hiding beneath their clothing.
As Christian kisses me, his tongue sliding over mine, I pull at the bottom of his shirt, tugging it free of his pants so that I can touch his bare skin. He’s firm, warm, and smooth, with tight abs creating intriguing ripples. He allows me to pull his shirt over his head, and I’m glad the light’s on in the room, because as much as I want to touch him, I also want to feast my eyes.
The jagged lines I’d seen peeking out above his shirts belong to an ascending phoenix whose wings span across his chest. Even though it’s rendered in black and shades of gray, it’s very vivid and lifelike, especially when the muscles in his chest flex as he holds himself above me.
“This is beautiful,” I murmur as I trace some of the lines of the wings.
“Thanks. Mace did it.”
“Only after Christian decided he couldn’t tattoo his own chest,” Mace says with laughter in his voice.
I know we’re so different, these men and me, but it’s even more obvious as all of his dark inked skin presses against my pale, unmarked body. But differences are what make the world go round, and opposites attract, and I’m so attracted.
He dips his head to pluck my nipple between his lips, and I purr in response. Some of his weight settles onto my lower body, and I feel the heaviness of his erection pressing into my thigh. Needing to bring us closer, I wrap my leg around his, and a low grunt comes from deep in his throat.
“I want to be inside you, Rose.” He nips at my other nipple.
“I want that, too.”
Once that’s decided, he wastes no time removing his pants, working one-handed to undo his snap and zipper, shoving them down and revealing an incredibly impressive cock. Not only is he so much more mature and more skillful than men I’ve dated, he’s built better, too. So much so that I’m intimidated, wondering if I can handle him.
He must see my hesitation, because once he catches my eye, he says, “Don’t worry. I’ll go easy, and it’s going to feel good.”
I nod as my hands, with a mind of their own, wrap around his thickness. He’s so big, and swells even more at my touch.
Hutch produces a condom for him, and moments later, Christian is dipping the head of his cock into my wetness. I brace myself for the stretching that will need to happen to accommodate him, but he doesn’t enter me yet. Instead, holding his erection in his hand, he strokes it through my folds and over my clit, back and forth, making me squirm with need.
My hips rise to meet him, but he bends to suck on my nipples and continues to tease me until I’m grabbing for his hips, needing him to know how ready I am for him, no matter what pain might accompany the pleasure.
Finally, when I think I can’t take it any longer, he starts to press inside me. He goes slowly, as promised, and though there is some discomfort, the satisfaction of feeling him inside me overrides it completely.
I’d been so focused on wanting this to happen that I’d somehow nearly forgotten that there were three other men in the room, watching. Now, I’m aware again. Three men watching their friend start to fuck me. It’s not a situation I ever imagined I’d be in, and it’s much more exciting than I would have guessed.
I don’t feel self conscious; instead, I feel special and desired, but also like I’m kind of a dirty girl.
“That’s it, baby. You’re taking me so well.” Christian sinks in another couple of inches, and I’m already starting to feel very full, even though I know he has further to go.
My mind jumps back to the day I first saw Christian, when he was tattooing a woman’s breast. Now all four of these artists are seeing my breasts; they’re working on my body in a very different way, and they’re all going to be inside me. They’re going to know my body, and I’m going to know theirs.