Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
I want to get trapped here, in this dream, where the only thing we have to worry about is where our next meal is coming from, and who’s going to rock our girl's world next.
The only problem with dreams is that they’re temporary.
In a few days, we’re all going to have to wake up, and what happens then?
25
ALLIE
I don’t recognize the woman on her knees on a bed surrounded by three men. I don’t understand how in such a short amount of time, all my anxiety surrounding sex, my reservations and insecurities, could be washed away.
This new version of me doesn't wait for offers.
She takes.
She believes she deserves all the pleasure there is and lets that pleasure into her life.
I grip hard on Tom’s and Clay’s hands, feeling Gabe behind me, his cock pressed at my entrance.
He’s big and thick. So thick. And his hands have that delicious roughness that sets my nerve endings fluttering like a cascade of butterflies. He’s going to fuck me in front of these men. He’s going to own me, so I don’t have to think about anything outside of this room. I can hand my body over to them all and they will take care of all my needs. I can just float away on the sensations and leave Kirsty’s suggestions and the stupid undermining attitude she has behind me.
I can pretend there’s nothing except this.
No money worries. No parents stressing that I’m always so far from where I need to be. No sad apartment devoid of life and fun.
I can be this carefree woman whose sole purpose is to be a vessel of pleasure for these men who seem to want to take care of me, whether it’s physically or emotionally.
I don’t have to feel alone.
“Ready?” Gabe’s practically halfway inside me by the time he asks the question, and the slick way he penetrates me should make it obvious just how ready I am. But I answer yes on a groan, and Tom and Clay grip my hands tighter, sensing I need the extra contact to ground me.
The power behind Gabe’s thrusts rocks me up the bed, despite the fact he’s gripping my hips and tugging me back into him each time. It’s as though he’s been waiting for this moment and now, we’re joined in the most intimate of ways, he’s losing all control.
“Fuck. I’m in all the way,” he gasps.
“She’s deep, huh?”
Gabe moans his agreement and I love his power and the way he’s so comfortable unleashing it. Every bruising press of his fingers makes me feel safe. Every slap of his body against mine is soothing, as much as it is devastating. He wrecks my body until we’re slick where his thighs meet mine, and the moans leaking from my lips sound unhinged.
“It’s okay,” Tom soothes. “It’s okay.”
“I can’t,” I moan. “I can’t come again…it’s…it’s too much.”
“You can,” Gabe says, placing two thick fingers on either side of my clit and pressing with each thrust.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, not believing how well he can read my body, not understanding how he knows just the right contact and pressure to bring me closer and closer. Clay’s fingers play with my hair, and stroke down my spine, and I want to purr like a cat for the blissful attention these men are giving me.
I always believed that group sex would feel like violent exploitation. Something only men would truly enjoy, but I was so wrong.
I’m at the center of their universe and rather than these men using me, it feels like the other way around. They’re servicing my needs, working to make me feel good, and along the way, they take their own pleasure.
For the second time, a hook drags my insides higher and higher until I feel like I’m on the brink of dissolving back into the ether, and then Gabe uses the very tip of his index finger to touch my clit and I'm gone. Falling. Falling. Lights flashing behind my eyes like a neon explosion and he’s releasing, too. I can’t breathe. I can’t think.
It’s too much and somehow perfect all at the same time.
“That’s it,” Tom says, taking my hand to his mouth and kissing my knuckles. His beard rasps at my skin as such a contrast to his soft lips.
Gabe collapses behind me, his big cock slipping out in a whoosh that takes my breath away. I’m so swollen and slick that it feels as though he’s turned me inside out.
I’m weak with pleasure and sleepy too, so when Tom gathers me into his arms and holds me close, I sink into his body with a grateful sigh. Listening to his heartbeat and gentle breathing lulls me into a sleep I didn’t expect.
When I wake, he’s sleeping too, still propped up on the pillows. I turn, searching for the others, but they’re both gone. I guess the bed wasn’t big enough for four adults to take a post-coital nap.