Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
“Do you want me, Samson?” I ask, tangling a finger into his hair.
“You know I do.”
“How do you want me?”
“I want to put my mouth on your pussy, been thinkin’ about it all fuckin’ day.”
“Have you now,” I grin, releasing him and stepping back.
Slowly, I shuffle out of my pants until I’m standing before him wearing only a top, my pussy on display, already aching with anticipation for what he’s about to give me. With a feral growl, he walks over and lifts me up, placing me down on a pool table, then, slowly, he spreads my knees apart so I’m wide open in front of him. He stares down at me and, with a pleased growl, he kneels down and his face goes between my legs.
The first lash of his tongue is divine.
I let my head fall back and a moan escape my lips. Samson’s tongue does things to me, things that make my body twitch and deep sounds of pleasure escape my lips.
My god.
He’s good at this.
So fucking good at this.
“What the fuck are you doin?”
Samson’s head lifts, as does mine, and we both see Cohen standing at the door. He’s got glassy eyes and it’s apparent that he’s drunk, my god is he drunk. His hair is disheveled and he has a slight sway as he stands in the doorway. He looks gorgeous, dangerous, and more than a little inviting.
“I’m enjoyin’ my fuckin’ night,” Samson growls. “You want to leave?”
“You goin’ to fuck her?” Cohen mutters, his voice a little angry.
“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, raising a hand, trying to close my legs enough so that I’m not lying there wide open for the world to see. “Would you mind leaving so we can get back to it? Last time I checked I can do whatever I want with my body.”
Cohen’s eyes fall to my pussy and he tips his head to the side so he can see it beyond where Samson is standing. Something about the way he’s staring at it, at me, makes my blood hot and my body hotter. I’m drunk, smashed, and if I wasn’t, I probably wouldn’t do what I do next, but hell, I’m reckless and I never follow the god damned rules.
“Unless you want to join in.”
Cohen’s eyes snap to mine and Samson flinches.
“What, you two aren’t scared of a little threesome, are you?” I prompt and the two men start each other before Cohen steps in and closes the door behind him, this time locking it.
Oh, my word.
I didn’t think he’d come in.
I didn’t think he’d ever want anything to do with me.
Hell, I don’t want anything to do with him, but the idea of two gorgeous men ravishing my body isn’t something I’m about to turn down.
I suppose you could say I’m a slut, or a whore, or whatever else girls with a broken spirit get called, but I am what I am. I’ll take whatever names are thrown my way. I don’t care what other people think about me, hell, I don’t care what these two men think of me.
So long as it feels good, I’m down with it.
Cohen walks in closer and his eyes meet mine as Samson steps out of the way to expose me fully on the table. I lick my lips—my head is swimming, and I’m more than a little drunk, but that doesn’t stop me from letting my knees fall apart so Cohen can take a look at what he’s about to devour.
My god I’m a whore.
The thoughts in my mind should be illegal.
“Are you two going to do something or should I get started myself?”
I place my hand between my legs and start rubbing up and down, soaking my fingers in my own arousal.
The two men move closer and, with one more glance at each other, Samson gets back onto his knees and continues what he was doing, face buried deep in my pussy, tongue stroking over my clit. Cohen walks around to the side of him and leans over the pool table, just a little. He stares down at me, his eyes glassy, his breath strong with alcohol, whiskey, I think. Then he orders, “Take your shirt off.”
I do as he asks, discarding the shirt in a matter of seconds, until I’m lying on the pool table completely naked. Cohen reaches out, his fingers grazing over my nipple. He has a far-off expression on his face, almost like he’s experiencing something in another time, like he’s not fully here with me. “Always wondered how good you’d look naked.”
I blink, but I’m unable to process his words as a wave of pleasure rocks my body when he twists my nipple between his fingers and Samson plunges a finger deep inside my pussy as he devours it.
My god.