Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
I have to keep my feelings constrained to physical release. I have to focus on the way they make my body feel and isolate my heart from being touched. A loving relationship is something I want for my future, but this can’t fulfill that need.
It can’t.
“Kain,” I whisper. “It’s okay. I’m ready.”
His hands pause on my waist and his cock kicks inside me. I rest up on my arms, focusing on Dalton’s cock, wondering how I’m going to be able to pleasure him with my mouth. Surely my jaw won’t stretch that far.
I lean closer, licking the tip, swirling my tongue around in a way that makes him hiss. Kain begins to move, in and out, in and out, stretching me open so wide it must look obscene. I wish I had his vantage point. If I got to see the explicit visual of two huge cocks in my pussy, I’d probably come immediately. I’m already close, my previous epic orgasm feeling like it happened in the distant past.
Dalton’s hand rests against my neck, and he uses his fingers to support my movements. I start shallow, taking just the head of his huge dick into my mouth, giving my jaw time to open. He tastes and smells so good, and the way he moans when I manage to move a little deeper fills me with longing. I want this big man with gentle hands to feel good. I want to repay his tenderness with the most pleasure a person can experience.
Blake’s hands roam over my breasts, squeezing gently and then pinching my nipples with harder intent. Like a line of electric wire, the sensation connects to my pussy, causing a fluttering that makes Kain swear.
“She likes that,” he tells his brother. “She likes that a lot.”
I like it so much I moan around Dalton’s cock, which he really appreciates. I guess the little vibrations feel good.
Kain’s thrusts have been regular and measured, a slow build to something more frenzied, and when he can’t hold himself back anymore, he rests his hand on the small of my back. And fuck, when he presses against my body, my clit rubs perfectly against Blake’s pubic bone every time he moves.
I stare up at Dalton and there is so much in his expression; passion, lust; disbelief and reverence. His thighs begin to shake, and I know I’ve got him. My jaw aches at the stretch, but I don’t stop. I won’t stop. Not until I taste him on my tongue and watch his reserve crumble.
“Fuck, Angel…don’t stop.” Dalton’s voice is twisted with anticipation, his fingers flexing against my neck, and he loses control.
His cock does the impossible, and swells to even larger proportions and then he pulls back, coming into the palm of his hand.
“Hey,” I say. “That was mine.”
With glazed eyes, Dalton drops back onto the bed, cradling his cock like it’s too sensitive for even the air to make contact with it.
“One down,” Blake says, grinning up at me. He puts his hands behind his head, relaxing like he’s sunning himself on the beach, leaving Kain to do all the work. It’s funny how this dynamic replicates what they’re like in real life.
“Slacker,” I say, but I’m laughing rather than being critical. I don’t need his hands when I have his cock inside me. I don’t need him to move when his brother is handling that part like a pro. My clit aches to come, heat spilling like warm water from my belly to my slick pussy.
“Don’t worry, Gab. I’ve got us all,” Kain says.
“Don’t worry, Gab. Super Kain to the rescue,” Blake teases.
“We can switch places if you want,” Kain suggests, but Blake isn’t interested. He’s not competitive at all.
“That’s cool. You do your control-freak shit.”
I bend to kiss the smile off Blake’s face, and it works.
“You look so fucking sexy, Gab,” Blake tells me.
“She’s a goddess,” Dalton adds, finally back in the land of the living.
“She’s perfect,” Kain says, as he thrusts deeper, and I feel like I’m going to break open from the pleasure. Blake slicks his thumb and finds my clit, and after only a few fast, tight circles, it happens.
My body convulses, flopping against Blake’s warm, hard chest as Kain rests his arm on the bed next to us, pounding hard. “Oh god,” I moan. “Oh god…”
“Oh, fuck.” The rippling of my orgasm must trigger something in Kain and Blake, because they’re only a little behind me. They release at the same time, Blake arching his back and Kain holding onto me so tightly I can barely breathe.
Dalton makes a contented humming sound and when I open my eyes, I find him turned to watch us. He pushes my damp hair back from my cheek. “Beautiful,” he says.
And for some unknown reason, I feel like crying.
Why do they have to be like this? Why do they have to make me feel special?