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)
“Good, so good.” She moans the words, and Easton starts to thrust faster and faster, the only thing keeping her body in place are my hands.
“Fall apart, Stella, fall, and we’ll catch you just as we always do.”
“Fuck, you’re so tight, so perfect, so fucking mine,” Easton roars. I release my hand on Stella’s hair and force her to bend forward, giving me access to her puckered little asshole. Grabbing the lube from the nightstand, I pour a generous amount into my hand and stroke my cock in it.
Then I situate myself behind Stella, placing my hand against the small of her back.
“You want my cock in your ass?”
“Oh, yes, please… I need to come…” Stella cries out as Easton holds her in place with a steel grip. Guiding my cock to her ass, I see stars as I ease into the tight puckered hole, pure euphoric pleasure washes over me, and it’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven.
“Shit, fuck, shit….”
“Fuck me,” Stella pleads, and I do. Sinking balls deep inside her ass, I give her a moment before I start thrusting my hips, zings of intense pleasure zip up my spine.
“I’m coming… oh, god. I’m coming.”
Like a rocket, Stella goes off, and there isn’t any holding back our own releases. It doesn’t take but a couple more strokes for Easton to explode inside her. As they both come down from their high, Stella resting her face against his sweaty chest, I up my pace, fucking her ass with deep hard thrusts.
“You want my come? You want me to fill your ass with my seed? You want to be my slut? Tell me now… tell me…” I order, my chest heaving. I’m on the edge of my release, and I need to hear her say it.
“Please. Please, fill my ass up with your come. Dirty me up, Cam… make me yours.”
Rutting harder than I ever have before, I explode inside her, an animalistic roar escaping my lips and filling the room. Sweaty and completely spent, I pull out of her and sag to the spot beside Easton. Stella remains still for a long moment before she slides between our bodies, and like a missing puzzle piece, we come together, going from two to three.
“You’re mine, and I’m yours,” she whispers sleepily, her hand resting against my chest, the ring catching in the dim lighting, reminding me of the promise we made to her. Though marriage may never be able to happen for us, tonight we took our relationship to a level that will ensure everyone knows who she is to us, and who we are to her.
Forever. For always. Ours.
THE END.