Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“Relax, Stella. Let us make this good for you…” My knees knock together, and I bite the inside of my cheek.
“Please,” I whimper as he pushes my legs apart, my pussy coming into view. My legs end up on either side of Cam’s thighs, and he uses that leverage to spread me open even wider. Easton pauses, his eyes lifting from my center and up to my face.
“We make the rules, sweetheart, and we need to know that you can follow those rules.”
“I can,” I muster up a response. Cam shifts his hands, keeping one on my breast while moving the other up to my neck.
“Good, then sit back and show me that you can,” Easton murmurs. I want to continue watching him, but I’m left gasping when Cam’s fingers circle my throat, squeezing my flesh tenderly.
“I can’t wait to listen as you fall apart on his hand, your tight cunt gushing your sweet release.” His filthy words shouldn’t have an effect on me, other than disgust, but they do. They make the burning ache deep inside of me, roar to life. With my head forced back and Cam’s hand wrapped around my throat, I’m forced to rely on feeling alone.
The softest of gasps passes my lips as Easton’s fingers make contact with my pussy. He traces my folds, up and down, making leisurely strokes that have me panting after a few seconds. I don’t want to give in to the feelings I’m having right now, but I can’t escape them either.
“So fucking pretty and pink. Soon, I’ll need to taste you, sink deep inside you. You want that, don’t you?”
All I can do is whimper as Cam starts to roll my nipple between his fingers, causing flames of pleasure to lick at my skin. I let my head fall all the way back against his shoulder, our faces so close together. Everything about this is so intimate. I’m completely naked, and they are so close, so close they are all around me. Invading all the space.
Easton easily finds my clit and starts to rub circles against it, giving me just enough friction to crave something deeper. My hips lift out of instinct as if my body knows what it needs, and how to get it.
“Such a greedy pussy.” Easton pulls away and then shocks me when he lands a hard slap against my pussy. I gasp, a spark of pleasure pulsing deep inside of me. It threatens to consume me if I let it and I want to, so fucking badly.
“Oh, god…” I mewl into the air.
Cam chuckles behind me, the sound vibrating through me. Before I can gather my wits, Easton’s doing it again. This time the slap is a little harder, and my clit throbs at the assault.
“You like that, don’t you?” Cam whispers into my ear, his lips pressed against my lobe.
I swallow thickly, feeling the gush of arousal in my pussy. Before I can respond, Easton is on me. He does it again, and again, each slap a little harder than the last, but still landing with an effectiveness that is astounding. My face burns and my body aches with a need that I can’t alleviate.
“Please, please,” I beg, my core tightening. I’ve never needed a release so much in my life. My body feels like a coil, tightening more and more.
“Tell him what you need,” Cam encourages. His hand squeezing my throat, but never enough to freak me out or to make it hard to breathe.
“I…” My chest rises and falls rapidly, but it barely feels like I’m breathing. “I… make me…” I’m ashamed to even say it or be asking for them to make me come. It feels wrong and dirty, and somehow, I know the only way to end this is to let them bring me to the cliff’s edge and push me off.
“Say it,” Easton growls, his fingers trailing over my pussy, this time closer to my entrance. Yes, that’s where I need him, want him.
I grapple for control, wanting a release but not wanting to admit it.
Cam pinches my nipple again, a current of heat ripples through me, zinging like lightning to my core. “Say it, tell him what you need.”
The want is consuming me, drowning out the rational side of my mind. All I can think about is finding a way to make the ache go away. And that’s through these two men.
Defeated, I answer, “Please, make me come.”
The second the words leave my lips, Easton is pushing a thick finger inside of me. There is a sting of pain, but I’m so wet and ready for him that it’s easily forgotten after the second thrust. Spreading my legs wider, I let him own me, finger fucking me with a darkness that blankets the goodness that I ooze.
“Fuck, she’s tight. Perfect,” Easton hisses, but I can’t focus on his words. Only the pleasure he’s awakening inside of me. Cam sucks at my throat, his teeth sliding across the skin.