Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Can’t imagine what they’d do to the windows if they ever found out I actually have shimmied down and around more than one fire escape in my lifetime including this last fleeing session.
“Yup.” Nolan extends his arm along the back of the couch behind me. “I’m even taking off of work for it.”
Warmth unexpectedly spreads along the pit of my stomach as we lock eyes. “Really?”
“Really.”
Wow.
First, I got him to cuddle.
Now, he’s taking off of work?
Am I really worth this much fucking effort?
Should I do more to guarantee that I am?
“I um…” fidgeting with the red pen behind my ear is nervously done, “I don’t even think I have anything to wear for a ‘date’.”
“I know we don’t,” Kipp sweetly proclaims, capturing our attention once more. “On Sunday, we’ll hit up Clothes Valley, the local thrift store, and then grab groceries.”
“I like the sound of that,” I softly coo prior to pecking him with a kiss on the cheek.
“You know what I like the sound of?” Nolan mischievously inquires, tone darkening. Tossing a curious glance in his direction has me being exposed to a small lick of his lips. “You coming on my cock.”
Not whimpering is impossible.
“That’s a good sound,” Kipp’s agreement is matched with the same delicious cadence, demanding my gaze shifts to him. “I like the one you make when choking on mine.”
Suppressing it a second time isn’t any easier.
“She can make both at once…” I cut my eyes back over to the dark stare that’s creating an uncontrollable ache between my thighs. “Ain’t that right, Rabbit?”
Airy whines are followed by trance-like nods.
“Words,” he demands as his hand gives his lengthening cock a hard squeeze over his khaki work pants.
“Yes, Sir.”
His moan is echoed by Kipp who then latches one hand onto the nape of my neck to pull my mouth onto his. Our tongues hungrily wind around one another, using the jewelry like an added toy to our fun, flirty, feathering while Nolan’s hands guide themselves to the band of my sleep shorts where they harshly tug.
And tug.
And tug until I break free from The Kid’s eager mouth only to turn and have Nolan capture it instead.
Unlike his best friend that executes every move with precision and intention, he wildly whips his tongue around, delivering lashes that are accompanied by a hand balling the material of his old Metallica t-shirt I’m sporting, keeping me completely imprisoned, only allowing me to be liberated when his best friend inches his fingers into my hair and yanks me back into a kiss with him.
Being pulled and yanked and yanked and pulled causes my senses to spin.
My breathing to struggle.
My ability to do anything other than pant to disappear.
The transition from clothed to naked is much slower than the one from sitting to on my knees yet the voracity is the same.
Neither man can hold himself back from bending and molding and curving me into the position they just claimed to be their favorite.
Having Kipp’s dick dart down my throat at the exact same time Nolan’s rams inside successfully gets me shuddering and screaming from the intensity of being double filled.
Split wide from both ends.
“Such a hungry little slut,” Nolan groans on another slam forward.
Cries of objection – or perhaps agreement – have my throat constricting mercilessly around Kipp’s cock, an action that receives a hot hiss prior to praise. “Fuck, baby, you’re such a good girl swallowing me like that.”
Moaning over his words and whimpering from being pounded by Nolan crafts a salacious symphony of spit infused screeches. Wetness profusely drips past my suctioned lips, down my quivering throat, to the same steady speed stickiness from my pussy slathers itself along my inner thighs, painting me in my own juices.
Rather than grab a fistful of my hair to assist in forcing me further down his dick, Kipp glides a hand along the side of my tit.
Uses his thumb to brush my nipple.
Teases it so that I have to buck off of his best friend’s cock faster and faster to feel more and more strokes.
Unfortunately for me, he abruptly abandons the delectable touches to skate his palm across my stomach in pursuit of my pussy.
Bracing myself for the strokes leads to me slowing down my bobbing yet when a loud, body shaking grumble escapes Nolan, I pick up the pace again. “Goddamn Kid, those are my balls.”
“Yes, Sir,” Kipp airily concedes at the same time he stretches them forward to aid in rubbing my clit, “they are.”
There’s no stopping every muscle in my system from swelling and both men instantly note the change in tandem with louder grunts.
“Our dirty little slut really likes that shit,” Sir notes from behind, dick diving deeper and deeper, practically rubbing my knees raw on every heavy pound. “Fuck…Fuck…” he grumbles and grips my ass tighter for more leverage, “Fuuucckkk…”