Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 131926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
“Bullshit,” King says. “We all know that it’s my dick she’s dreaming about, isn’t it, Winter? Don’t be shy, you can tell them what’s up.”
I bite down on my bottom lip, my gaze flicking between each of the guys. “Do you really want to know what I’ve been dreaming about?”
Cruz grips my ankle and starts dragging me back across the couch until I’m flat on the cushion with my legs over his lap. “I think I know exactly what you’ve been dreaming about,” he tells me, pushing my knees apart and crawling in between them until his lips are brushing over my inner thigh.
I laugh as his peppered kisses tickle my skin, but my laugh only prompts him to do it again. I squirm under his touch, but a second later, his kisses trail higher until his face is pressed right between my legs. A soft moan slips from between my lips and I arch up off the couch, tilting my head back as desire sweeps through me.
My legs instantly curl around Cruz’s head, holding him there as he continues to tease me above my clothing, his hands trailing up my body and roaming over my tits.
I look up and find Grayson staring down at me, his eyes hooded and full of lust. “What are you waiting for?” I murmur. “Touch me.”
The desire in his eyes turns into a flaming need, and within seconds, his hands are on my body as Cruz peels my jeans down my legs. King’s deep rumble comes from across the room and I look his way to find his tongue rolling over his full lips.
Holy shit. Is this going to happen?
King pushes up off the couch just as Grayson adjusts himself to lean down and kiss me upside down—Spiderman style. Hands shove my tank over my head, and not a second later, I’m as naked as the day I was born in a room full of the most attractive men I’ve ever met. If someone had told me before coming to Ravenwood Heights that I’d be in this exact situation, I’d never believe it. The thought of having three men ogling my body at the same time would have daunted me, but I would have been wrong because the way they worship my body, the way they look at me with their adoring gazes is the best thing I’ve ever experienced.
King drops down to his knees beside the couch, reaching over his head with one hand and gripping his shirt from the back. He tugs it effortlessly over his head, putting that amazing body on display. My hand instantly reaches out and I graze my nails over the sharp ridges of his abs just as Cruz’s lips finally come down on my clit.
I suck in a gasp, and feel Grayson’s heated stare on my pussy, watching the way Cruz touches me and seeing just how much the whole sharing thing turns me on, and damn it, the approval in his eyes makes me the happiest girl who ever lived.
I look up and meet Grayson’s stare just as King’s fly comes down and his rock-hard cock springs free from his pants. “Yeah?” I ask Grayson, double checking that he’s on board.
A grin pulls at his lips. “Fuck yeah.”
The boys shuffle me around to make things a little easier, sitting me up on the couch with Cruz on his knees in front, his tongue still working my clit, flicking, and teasing, getting my body all kinds of worked up.
Grayson kneels at one side while King kneels on the other, both their dicks in their hands, watching Cruz work my body. Getting myself comfortable on the couch, I reach up and curl my hands around their cocks as Grayson leans in and rolls his tongue over my nipple before gently nipping at it and driving me wild.
A shot of electricity pulses through me, leading right down to my core, and as I tip my head back on the couch, King’s lips come down on mine, swallowing my moans.
Six hands roam over my body, so delicious and sensual that after a while, I have no fucking idea whose hand belongs to whom. At least, I can pinpoint which hand is Cruz’s when it disappears between my legs and two thick fingers thrust up into me, making me gasp into King’s mouth.
“Holy shit, Cruz,” I pant, feeling King’s lips pull up into a wicked grin against mine.
“You fucking love your pussy getting eaten,” King murmurs before glancing up and meeting Grayson’s eyes. “Watch this.”
King’s hand comes up and he gently pinches my nipple before roaming his thumb over it and giving it a flick. “Oh, fuck,” I groan, thrusting my chest up toward his hand again, desperately needing more.
Grayson’s brow arches and a smirk pulls at his lips. “Fuck, yeah,” he rumbles low, the sound vibrating right through his chest. He doesn’t waste a second giving it a go himself and with King, they each do it again at the same time.