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)
“Shit,” I cry, bucking up against Cruz and making his hands come around me to hold me still.
“So fucking responsive,” Grayson mutters, bringing his lips back to mine and kissing me deeply as my thumb roams over the tip of both of their cocks, making King shudder beneath my touch.
“Get on your knees,” King tells me.
I pull back from Grayson and briefly look his way, but the hunger in his eyes has me moving faster than lightning. I get to my knees, and within seconds, Cruz is back working my clit and this position has his fingers pushing even deeper within me, but when King’s hand slips down behind me, I’m seeing stars.
His finger mixes with my wetness before drawing back to my ass and teasing me there. He applies a little pressure, testing the waters and as I push back against him with an eager moan, he presses up, giving me exactly what my body is craving.
“Oh my, God,” I groan as Grayson’s lips move to my neck, right in the sensitive spot beneath my ear that drives me insane with need.
I ride both King and Cruz’s fingers knowing that from this moment, it could only get better. My hands tighten around the guys’ dicks, and for a slight beat, my heart aches for Cruz as I only have two hands, and from this position, I wouldn’t be able to reach him anyway.
“Fuck, Ellie,” Grayson grunts, his soft breath grazing over my skin and sending shivers right down my spine. “I’ve been dreaming about those soft hands working my cock for fucking years.”
I pull back and meet his eyes, and as I do, my hands work faster, my thumb constantly rolling over that silver metal piercing at his tip. I watch as his gaze darkens. I feel my orgasm building deep within me and a breathy moan slips from between my lips. “I’m going to come,” I warn them, knowing that this one is not only going to tear me to pieces but most likely bring the whole fucking house down around us.
My pants only spur Cruz on, hitting that spot over and over as his tongue glides up and over my clit, nipping, circling, and sucking as he goes. He’s relentless, drawing my orgasm out of me, building me higher and higher, and pushing me closer to the edge just how I like it.
My groans get louder, my hands move faster, and their touch becomes so much sweeter. Hands roam, my tits ache, tongues sweep. It’s like running through bushes and having every single leaf and branch brush over my skin, only those leaves are tongues and lips, and the branches are skilled fingers that know exactly where to touch me.
I could die right here and know that my life was as good as it was ever going to get. If only Carver …
Fuck it, I’m not going to let him ruin this for me.
King presses deeper just as Cruz’s fingers find that magical spot, and without warning, my orgasm rips through me. “OH, FUCK,” I cry with Grayson’s lips on my neck, his fingers pinching my nipples as Cruz’s tongue flicks against my clit.
“Fucking give it to him,” Grayson mutters in my ear, sending shivers shooting across my skin. “Let him taste your sweet cum.”
My high only grows, intensifying with each passing second as the guys refuse to stop. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” It becomes a desperate plea as my eyes clench and Grayson grabs my chin, forcing my mouth back to his as he kisses me violently, making me melt into him.
My climax finally eases and I desperately try to catch my breath as Cruz’s all too handsome face appears from between my legs with a proud as fuck smirk stretching far across his face. “Well, well, aren’t you just the fucking hero of the hour.”
His eyes darken as he gets to his feet and makes a show of unbuckling his belt. “You can fucking count on it.”
Within seconds, Cruz’s pants are gone and his heavy cock rests in his hand as his other slips around my waist and he tears me away from the guys, leaving both their impressive cocks unattended and very unimpressed.
Cruz drops down onto the couch, laying back and in the same, swift motion, sits me down on top of him, filling me with his large, veiny cock. I groan out, having to catch myself against his wide, chiseled chest as I get used to his welcome intrusion, but only a second passes before I start rocking my hips, riding him just the way he likes.
Cruz licks his lips and brushes his knuckles over my pebbled nipples that are pink from King and Grayson’s gentle pinches, but damn it, it was so fucking worth it. Cruz’s hand cups the curve of my breast, almost as though it’s fragile. “Your fucking body, babe …” he says, leaving the ending of his sentence dangling in the air, but I don’t need it. I already know exactly what he thinks of my body.