Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
But the truth is, I’ve already fallen for Amy because in the few months we’ve been together, things have been amazing. After that dirty encounter at her apartment, Ryan and I talked it over.
“We have to keep her,” he said as soon as we were back in our penthouse.
I nodded.
“Absolutely. She’s lush, curvy and so nasty too. She’s a keeper.”
That was the extent of the conversation because we were in full agreement. Amy was ours, and we were going to make every effort to see her again.
After all, it’s not often you find a blonde so giving and playful, yet so open and willing in the sack. Most women say they want to be with two men, but when it really happens, they’re overwhelmed. Maybe they’re just intimidated by our huge size, but a lot of times they lay back and look really nervous. Sometimes, they even cry. It can be a bad experience, for her as well as us.
Amy, by contrast, was completely open and willing. When we broached the subject of bisexuality, at first we weren’t sure how she’d take it. Maybe she’d want to call the whole thing off and pick out some different guys from the service. That’d be fine, actually, and no skin off our noses. But instead, when we mentioned man-on-man action, I could see the way Amy’s bosom heaved and her blue eyes flickered. She was into it. She wanted to see me and Ryan get down.
Plus, after letting us plow her, she actually licked my jism from my friend’s hole. That, you don’t come upon very often at all. ATM, also known as ass to mouth, is absolutely taboo for some ladies, and they’ll run screaming into the woods if you even so much as suggest it. But Amy was a different story, and after cleaning Ryan up with her tongue, she sat back to smile at us, licking the last drops of seed off her lips.
“Mmm, that was good,” she hummed playfully. “I won’t need to eat my vitamins today.”
I let out a harsh bark of laughter that was both appreciative and astonished. What naïve girl does this? What curvy, tempting blonde would allow herself to be debased like this? But Amy wasn’t feeling debased at all. Instead, she merely turned to me and licked her lips again while asking, “Would you like me to lick you too, Raider? I’m sure you taste good back there.”
That’s how I know she’s right for us. This woman is dirty exactly the way we like it, and we’ve done the nasty so many times already that it’s impossible to count. Sometimes Ryan is stuck in me, and then I penetrate Amy. Sometimes, she grinds on both of us before taking us in two of her holes. One very special time, she fit both of us simultaneously into her kitty, moaning with the delicious strain. I’ll never forget it. Our girl limped for weeks afterwards, but it was a good limp.
But now, we need to discuss the details of our arrangement. After all, we’ve never really bandied about how our relationship works, and to be honest, Ryan and I are getting antsy. We want something specific from Amy, but will she be open to the suggestion?
“Sweetheart, you know we’ve enjoyed being with you,” I begin.
She smiles sweetly, tossing that long blonde hair over one shoulder.
“Of course I know,” she hums throatily. “Judging from how your eyes rolled into the back of your head last night, I could tell that you were having a good time.”
I literally harden beneath the table because my little girl took me into her mouth and then did something with her tongue so good that the top of my head practically blew off. She’s learned a lot lately, and I love it.
“Yes, there’s that,” acknowledges Ryan. “I loved it too. But sweetheart, we want to discuss making things a little more permanent.”
Amy smiles devilishly at us, her blue eyes dancing.
“It’s not permanent already?” she asks in an innocent tone.
I frown.
“No, but we’d like it to be.”
She smiles again.
“Ryan, Raider, are you asking me to marry you? That’s what I think of when I think permanent.”
My heart contracts and my pulse starts racing. To tell the truth, I would love to get married to her, but we haven’t even come close to having that discussion yet. But Ryan beats me to it.
“Is that what you want sweetheart?” he asks, taking her small hand in his and clasping it across the table. “You know we’d love to put a ring on your finger.”
Amy laughs merrily, the high notes tinkling through the air.
“No, I’m not ready to get married,” she says in a sassy voice. “I’m a long ways from that blessed event yet. But what are you thinking when you say ‘permanent’?” she asks again, this time more serious. “That word can mean a lot of things to a lot of different people.”