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 think there’s a danger they might break my brain if we go any further.
"Lick her, again," Jonas orders. Tom doesn't need instruction, though. He settles in, taking the task at hand as seriously as a heart attack.
"She tastes so damned good," he murmurs, and my cheeks heat. How do I taste good after already having so much sex?
"I remember," Stefan says, nuzzling my neck. His warm breath sends my pulse racing as Tom’s tongue flicks over my swollen clit.
There's another murmur of appreciation as I groan and shift my hips. They all love it when my body loses control. The grabbier I am and the more I writhe, the better they like it.
I reach for Tom’s head, but Stefan secures me by the wrist and tugs my arm over my head, holding it against the table. I like the control he exerts, the little bite of domination.
I like the idea that I don’t have a choice. Tom is going to feast on me whether I want him to or not.
But oh, I want him too. I want him to so badly that I could cry.
Stefan presses a kiss against my damp forehead. “Does that feel good, princess?”
“So good,” I moan.
“Do you want his cock?”
“YES!”
A rumble of laughter cuts through the gentle music still playing in the background. These men seem to like it even more when I’m begging and pleading for their dicks.
A condom is tossed at Tom, and he wraps his perfect cock, fixing me with glazed chestnut eyes that swim with kindness.
Hands stroke my hips and belly and tease my nipples as Tom lines himself up for penetration. I should be used to the feeling of being filled by now, but every time one of these men pushes inside me, it’s as overwhelming as the first.
Stefan’s lips find mine, and he kisses me as though he wants to climb inside me and never leave. With my free hand, I cup his cheek and he stares at me for seconds that feel like minutes, with a question I can’t decipher in his eyes.
"She's getting close," Tom says, as someone pinches my nipple hard. "Her pussy is pulsing."
"Fuck.” Gabe sounds desperate, and I don’t blame him. Waiting for so long and watching so many other people come must be tough.
Fingers grip into my ass, holding me tight against Tom’s cock, and I want to wriggle, but I can't.
"That's it," Stefan urges. "Fuck her until she breaks."
And I’m so close…so unbelievably close.
Then Tom rests my feet on his chest and leans forward, practically folding me in two, and I see stars. “Oh…oh…oh…fuuuuuck.”
Someone laughs at my lack of eloquence, but not for the first time since I started having sex with these men, I’m lost for words.
I'm still reeling, when Tom comes, and someone takes his place.
"Gabe’s going to fuck you now," Stefan whispers.
“Unless she wants more?” Gabe’s question has my mind spinning, not because the suggestion of more is new to me. Theron and Jonas shared me that way. And Clay, Gabe and Tom before. It’s because we’re out in the open and whatever I do is being observed by so many men.
But I trust them.
I trust them to keep me safe.
There are four men left. Four men.
It sounds impossible, but I know it isn’t.
I turn to Stefan and reach for him. “What is it, Allie?”
“Four,” I say, nodding. He understands immediately.
“Gabe, switch places with Allie.”
Like choreographed dancers, we get into position, Gabe on his back and me straddling him. Carson touches my hip and takes his place behind me. Jonas stands on the other side of the table facing Stefan.
I lower myself slowly onto Gabe’s waiting cock, knowing how hard, thick, and good he’s going to feel.
My back arches, and lips find my breasts again. Jonas, holding his cock at the root, approaches me.
"Suck it, baby," he says. It's not an order as such, but I fantasize that it is. He moves closer, and I open my mouth. He tastes salty-sweet and hot, evidence of his excitement. He's so huge, and the angle is a challenge, but he knows just how to control the rhythm to make it manageable for me.
The pressure of Carson’s cock against my entrance makes me gasp, and Stefan’s hand runs down the length of my spine, working to soothe me. “It’s okay, Allie. You know what to do. Just relax.”
"That's it," Oliver says in a voice that is more composed of hushed awe than anything I’ve ever heard him say before. “That’s it, Allie. You’re such a good girl for us.”
The stretch as Carson works his way inside me is so intense that I have to brace my hands on either side of Gabe’s neck, and pant.
“That’s it,” Gabe repeats. “Just breathe. You’ve got this. You know how good it’s going to feel.”
Carson fucks me with long, slow strokes that make my toes curl. I can feel the beginnings of another orgasm building, but I know my own body. I don't think I'm going to be able to come so soon. Jonas is close, though. I can taste his arousal and feel the swell of his cock and the tremble of his thighs. He goes to pull away, but I grab him to let him know I'm okay to swallow. He groans like a dying man, gripping my head so I can’t move over his sensitized cock as he spills into my throat. When he lets me go, he flops back into a chair, and I grin proudly at how weak I made him with just my lips and my tongue.