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)
Oliver pushes himself up and out of the water in one graceful motion, leaving trails of water slicked over his whole body. He’s naked, his shorts left behind at the bottom of the pool, his cock an angry-looking bar.
Jimmy appears in the house doorway, flanked by Carson, Clay and Stefan. It’s as though they felt the pull of my nakedness just at the right time to tempt me.
Shirtless and packed with muscle, I scan over each one, finding rippling abs and rounded pecs, broad shoulders, and biceps like basketballs. I find thick thighs, swirling ink and most importantly smiles that warm my heart.
“Bring her over here,” Gabe says. He’s spread a towel over the outside table. Theron needs no further instruction. He lifts me like a bride he’s going to carry over the threshold and strides across to the table.
“Am I lunch?” I ask, thinking about all the feasting we’ve done together at this table.
“The best kind of main course.” Theron lays me out, tugging my bikini bottoms over my legs and unsnapping my bikini top fastening. Turning to Oliver, he nods and takes a step back. “She’s all yours, man.”
Jonas tosses a condom over me, which Oliver catches. Maybe I’ve become a deviant, but the idea of getting messy with these men is actually a huge turn on. But I don’t stop Oliver from wrapping his dick and when he bends between my legs to lick me, I don’t stop that either.
"Yes," I gasp, reaching for his hair and threading my fingers through it. “Yes…”
In a frenzy, Oliver pulls back and enters me so fast and hard, it forces the breath from my lungs.
"Oh god. Oh god,” I gasp, scrambling for purchase on the table beneath me. His fingers bite into my hips as he tugs me deeper onto his cock. His eyes are closed, his brow furrowed with concentration. To the right of me, Jonas leans in to kiss my lips. “You’re a goddess,” he whispers. “A fucking goddess.”
And I feel like one. I’m Aphrodite, goddess of love, reveling in the worship of ten men. I’m Helen of Troy, tempting men to forget all of their inhibitions to be with me, and corrupted by the passions of the men around me. I’m all the women who’ve come before me, who’ve owned their sexuality and been unafraid.
And I'm going to come. “Oh…I'm…I'm…."
My head falls back as Oliver presses his body to mine, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he swells inside me. The bite of pain, mixed with the intense pleasure, is enough to bring tears to my eyes. Oliver thrusts a few more times, his body shuddering with his release, and then he goes still, holding me in his arms, his lips pressed against the throbbing pain on my shoulder.
I allow the waves of my orgasm to subside, and Oliver to relax, and when the last soft pulse of pleasure runs through me, I remember what’s coming next.
Russell, and maybe more.
Would the rest of them want that?
Would I be able to take them all?
This proposal has been a personal challenge for me, one that I’ve overcome and overcome, time after time. Three more days and then there will be no more chances. Could I overcome this too? Could I drive away all the inhibitions I have to become the center point of ten men? Am I ready for that? This is my one opportunity to find out what it’s like to live Dawn’s life. It’s a now or never moment.
The men around me are watching as the cogs turn in my head.
You can do this, my internal voice whispers. They’ll take care of you. They’ll make it feel so good you’ll probably end up dying from all the orgasms. They’ll treat you like a queen and you’ll know what it feels to be like to live a life according to your own rules.
They’re all so different but somehow so perfect for me.
I want all of them, I admit to myself. All of them at the same time so there is nothing coming between us anymore. So we’re truly one big group, united by the greatest pleasure known to humankind.
My mouth is so dry that my tongue has adhered to the roof of my mouth just from thinking about overwhelming sex, about being out of control, of being claimed and owned everywhere until there’s no separation between any of us.
At least, that’s how Dawn describes her everyday life.
It’s something they’ve never asked for, but something I want to give them.
I close my eyes and inhale the sweet summer air, and under all their scrutiny I’m light and insubstantial. A wisp of a person who needs a steady hand to keep her safe.
You want this. You need this.
One down.
Nine to go.
Will I be able to take them all?
There’s only one way to find out.