Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 112567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 563(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 563(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
My heart thundered in my chest.
Monique smirked. “It’s a long story.”
“I bet it is.” Chanel slipped her fingers along Monique’s high cheeks. “Are you going to take care of my L from now on?”
Monique gazed my way. “If he lets me.”
“He will. I promise.” Then, Chanel leaned in and pressed her soft lips against Monique’s.
I widened my eyes.
Monique shuddered at the sudden contact before losing herself in the moment, closing her eyes, and slowly melting into Chanel’s embrace.
What the fuck?
My cock ached.
I ran my fingers through my hair. The outside of me was cool and calm, but on the inside, my body was a raging inferno.
With a knowing smile, Chanel leaned away and looked at me. “What do you think, L?”
My skin flushed with heat. “We should stop right here.”
“You let your harem do this in front of you all the time.”
“That is different from this, Chanel.”
“How?” Chanel looked at Monique. “You don’t want to taint her?”
“You two are not my harem.”
Chanel leaned back in, brushed her lips against Monique’s again, and then slipped her tongue in.
Monique gasped.
A dark groan left me.
Gold and water washed down over the pair.
Mesmerized by the sight, I stood there, eager and yearning for more.
Droplets of water caught on their eyelashes and trickled down their faces.
They were both so different, yet equally breathtaking. Chanel—with her fiery spirit and raw intensity. Monique, with her breathtaking strength and soothing presence.
They continued to passionately kiss, their naked bodies dripping with water and bits of gold. Those soft curves and tantalizing lips. They slipped their slender fingers over each other’s bodies—exploring and caressing.
Holy fuck.
Heat mingled with the steam, producing a thick mist that swirled in the air.
“Is this really happening?” My gaze roamed from one to the other. My breathing quickened.
The sight of their bodies intertwined and their mouths pressed together ignited a fire inside my core that water could never put out.
My cock stiffened to rock hard as Chanel’s lips moved from Monique’s mouth down to her neck. Chanel sucked on the tender curve of Monique’s neck.
“Oh.” Monique shivered.
Then, Chanel stuck her tongue out and slid a long, wet trail down to her round breasts. There, Chanel sucked and squeezed Monique’s round breasts.
My body hummed.
I licked my lips.
Chanel flicked her tongue alone Monique’s dark nipples, making them stiffen and point.
“Goddman it.” I trembled with this intense hunger. “Shit.”
I could no longer stay where I was. I had to touch them both or I would fucking explode. Fast, I closed the distance, my hard cock, pointing and leading the way.
To my shock, Monique and Chanel parted and faced me. Desire filled their eyes.
Chanel smirked. “Just admit it, L.”
“Admit what?”
Monique reached her hands out and ran her fingers over my chest. “Admit that you want the both of us.”
Water sprayed our bodies.
I shivered in delight. “Hell yes, I do. I admit it.”
Chanel began caressing me too.
Every cell detonated.
Together, they slipped their hands lower and began stroking my cock.
I didn’t even blink, needing to savor every second.
My breathing grew heavy.
“D-damn.” I could hardly speak.
Monique leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. Her taste was sweet and erotic. Her touch was gentle, yet it rocked me to my core.
While Chanel stroked and teased my stiff cock, I wrapped one arm around Monique’s waist. Her body pressed against mine. Groaning, I lost myself in the softness.
Steam billowed around us.
Warm water and gold cascaded down our naked bodies. The sensation was hypnotic and intoxicating.
It was just us three—Chanel, Monique, and me.
Soon, I ended the kiss with Monique and found myself sandwiched between their wet, slippery, soft bodies. Chanel rubbed her nipples along my back, driving me crazy.
I had no idea who I would fuck first.
Instantly, I wished I had more than one cock.
Before I could say anything, Monique jumped on me, straddled my waist, and rubbed her wet pussy along the base of my cock. The head throbbed from the pleasure of her slippery flesh.
I held her in place, making sure I didn’t drop her. “You want this cock?”
Monique whimpered. “Please.”
“Yes. Give it to her, L.” Chanel moved over to my side and watched. “You always fuck me in your head. This time, fuck her first.”
“Are you sure, Chanel?”
“Please.” Without waiting for my response, Monique began to lower herself onto my cock.
I groaned as my hardness shoved against her pussy’s tight opening.
She pushed herself further down onto me, taking me all the way in.
“Oh, fuck.” I groaned.
Her slick, velvety walls seized my cock in a tight, soaking wet embrace, squeezing and releasing tiny pulses of pleasure.
Trembling, I gripped her hips and could barely think.
Loudly moaning, Monique slowly rode me, rocking her hips.
Fuck.
Chanel got on the tip of her toes and captured my mouth, pulling me into a deep, passionate kiss.
With my free hand, I grabbed her breast and slid my thumb against her nipple.