Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 81930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Yes.”
“Yes, Sir or yes, Daddy,” Eliot told her.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Marcus, you can use your hands to help her balance, but they’re not to move from her hips.”
“Yes, Daddy. Anything you say, Daddy. Does this mean I get to eat pussy?”
“You do if you’re a good boy.”
“I’m the best boy in the world,” he sang.
Eliot grinned. “We’ll see.”
Marcus took hold of her hips as she positioned herself over his face, holding her steady. He longed to draw her down to his mouth. He needed a taste of her.
“Good girl,” Eliot praised as Marcus felt him push his legs further apart. He couldn’t see what the other man was doing, but he wasn’t worried.
“Do you have lube, Marcus?”
“Does a mouse have a tiny dick?” he countered.
Isla groaned. “Marcus!”
“It’s in the top drawer.” His body tingled in anticipation.
“Right, Isla, you can lower down, put your hands on Marcus’ stomach or the bed if you need help balancing. Marcus, make her scream.”
Oh, fuck yes.
He didn’t need to be asked twice. Even though Eliot technically didn’t ask. Lightly tugging on her hips, he ran his tongue through her slick folds. He moaned.
So good.
Then he jolted, freezing as he felt a tongue lick along his cock before it was engulfed in a hot mouth.
Holy. Fuck.
That wasn’t Isla.
Eliot was giving him a blow job. Marcus had been with several Doms and not one of them had sucked his dick.
This was surely torture.
And definitely heaven.
“Marcus, keep feasting on Isla’s pussy or I’m going to stop what I’m doing.”
He certainly wanted to avoid that. He returned to his feast.
Torturous heaven.
Isla had a prime view of Eliot sucking Marcus’ cock.
And it was hot. So hot.
Marcus stabbed his tongue into her pussy and she cried out. She was trembling, right on the edge of orgasm.
Eliot drew off Marcus’ cock, grabbing it with his hand. “Neither of you are allowed to come without permission.”
What? No! Was that really a thing?
So. Mean.
“Please,” she cried.
“Not yet, baby.” He looked sympathetic.
But she was certain it was lies. All lies. He was enjoying torturing them. She put her hands on Marcus’ chest, lighting running her fingers over his nipples. He hummed and it sent a bolt of electricity flying through her. She was so close.
So damn close.
How was she meant to stop herself from coming?
“Do not come, Isla,” Eliot warned.
“I-I can’t stop it.”
“You can. If you need Marcus to pause, tap his stomach twice with your hand.”
She immediately tapped, taking a deep breath in relief as Marcus stopped.
Well, relief and disappointment.
Eliot lubed up two fingers, winking at her as she watched him. She wished he’d strip off his clothes. She wanted to see all of him.
“Isla, climb off. Marcus hold your legs back against your chest.”
“Oh, fuck,” Marcus muttered.
Eliot lay between his legs and she peered over, watching as he slowly slid one finger deep into Marcus’ ass.
“Wow, that’s hot.”
“Feels damn good too,” Marcus groaned.
Eliot grinned up at her. “Come and suck on our boy while I stretch him out.”
“You don’t have to stretch me, I’m ready. I was born ready.”
“You’re getting stretched,” Eliot told him firmly. “I’m not a small guy and I’m not taking you until I ensure you’re ready.”
She bent down, taking the tip of him into her mouth and sucking on him.
“Hell. This is hell.”
“Do you want us to stop?” Eliot asked.
“No! Don’t you dare!”
Smack. She jolted as Eliot smacked the side of Marcus’ ass with his hand. “Is that the way you speak to me, trouble?”
“Sorry. Sorry. Please don’t stop. I beg you.”
“That’s better. Isla, keep sucking.”
With pleasure. She loved sucking Marcus’ cock. She took him deep, loving the way his breathing grew faster. How he tensed beneath her. It could also be due to the way Eliot was finger-fucking his ass.
“Good boy, you’re taking my fingers so well. Can you do three?”
“Please, please,” Marcus begged. “I need you. Both of you.”
“Isla, lie on your back on the bed, legs parted, knees bent and feet flat on the bed.”
She hastily moved into position as Eliot removed his fingers from Marcus’ ass.
“Marcus, fuck Isla. Make her scream.”
She was totally behind that.
“Oh, hell yes,” Marcus said. “I can move?”
“Good boy for asking, and yes, you may move. Start fucking our girl while I wash my hands.”
He disappeared into the attached bathroom, and Marcus practically pounced on her. She giggled at his enthusiasm. Bending down, he kissed her as his dick slowly entered her.
“Christ, Isla. You feel so damn good. Warm. Silky. Fuck, yes.”
She ate the praise up. There had been no praise from her parents growing up. Occasionally at school or from her friends as she grew older. But it felt like there was a huge well inside her that would never be filled.
Only, maybe, slowly with these two men one day it would be full.
“Stop thinking, sweetie. Don’t go into your head. Stay with me.”