Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
“Any time you aren’t into this, you just say the word.”
He looked back at me and then his eyes dropped down to the dildo sticking out of my pussy. His nostrils flared. With interest. “I think… it’s something I want to try with you. I want to feel you… like that.”
I sucked in a breath at his words and reached down between his legs to clench his cock like I was milking him. He was hard and I gripped him harder.
“Then brace yourself,” I hissed out, and put my other hand to the bottom of his spine, urging him to bend exactly where I wanted him so his ass was presented to me like a goddamned prize stallion.
I dragged my hand at his spine down to grab his ass cheek hard with my sharp nailed fingers and dug in. Then I bent over him and took the bottle of lube Cash suddenly produced. His cheeks were flushed and I snatched it from him impatiently. I poured the clear, slick liquid all over the flesh-colored cock and felt my heart pounding in my ears as I rubbed the liquid up and down it.
It was a familiar motion, pumping a cock, and thrilling what I was about to do with it. How I was about to completely dominate another person. And give him pleasure beyond anything he could believe.
Because I knew about that mythical male g-spot. If I rubbed up his rectum towards his belly button—something doggy style put me in the perfect position to achieve—I could hopefully make him come so hard he’d never forget how good this little experiment was. So hopefully he’d invite me back in again and again and again. Because I had a feeling I could get a taste for this. For every single kinky fucking thing that was possible to do with a body—I wanted to do. Like Bishop said. No rules. No boundaries.
“It’s time,” Bishop whispered from behind me. “Give in to what you want.”
“I’m sure into this,” Cash chimed in from where he was perched from the bench at the end of the bed, hard cock in hand. “This is hot. Baby, fuck him. Fuck him good and tell us how it feels.”
So I did. I said yes to every dirty thing I ever could have wanted. I thrust forward with the strap on until I reached the soft flesh of Mason’s anus.
He groaned into the pillow. Real low. Like he was a grunting animal.
“You like that, sweet man?” I said, breathing hard with rushing adrenaline.
Mason groaned again and wiggled his backside at me. So I pushed forward—gentle, but not yielding. For a moment, we were an unstoppable force against an immovable object.
And then I reached around to the small space between where his knees still held him up between the bed. And I clutched his hard cock in my fist.
“You’re a sweet man, aren’t you?” I murmured. “I don’t know what life did to you, baby. Something bad, I think. But I know the truth. You’re my sweet man and I’ll keep fucking you until you believe it. And even after that ’cause I think this is what you’ve been needing.”
Mason cried out a strangled scream and loosened his muscles. I thrust past into his anus at his submission to me—I suspected it would only ever be to me—and rhythmically moved my hips against that sensitive walnut-sized gland.
I had to thrust several times before I did. But I knew I’d found it when he started up with the low guttural groaning again. He reached back a hand and grasped onto my thigh like a drowning man gripping for his life raft.
And then Bishop’s hands were on my hips. “You’re a fucking natural, Pet.”
And then, lube dripping off his bare cock that nudged at my asshole, Bishop bit my earlobe. I shuddered at the fact that he didn’t take it gentle on me. When I was alone, I wanted to scratch my own skin off. When I was with them, they give me just the bites of pain I needed—but this was the kind of sensation that was life-giving, not life-destroying.
I thrust into Mason as Bishop whispered in my ear.
“Now I’m gonna fuck this sweet ass while you’re pegging him.”
Did he have to be so crass? And yet the wrongness of it made me shudder. Beneath me, Mason clenched and quivered. Hmm. He might get off on a humiliation kink… Just like me. I’d have to keep that in mind.
’Cause I certainly understood how embracing the dark and allowing yourself to be a filthy, dirty whore who took it up the ass and fucking loved it could amplify everything. Because it was sexy as fuck when it was right. It was, oh God—
I looked down at Mason taking it up the ass, at the feel of my hips rhythmically thrusting.