Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
I blink once, then twice. Anyone would think he was a little jealous, maybe even being protective of me. There just seems to be no other reason why he wouldn’t allow Mason to have sex with me. Only, it makes no sense because he doesn’t even like me. The only reason he’s here is because he wants inside me, and I want him there, so we’re on even ground.
“Okay,” I tell him, because I don’t want to argue and ruin the mood.
Also, there’s the fact that the very idea of Koda being inside me has my skin prickling in the best kind of way. I’ve imagined this on more than one occasion. His big body against me, moving, panting, growling, his cock inside me, his lips on my skin.
I tremble.
“Think she’s ready,” Mason murmurs, reaching for my tank top and pulling it up and over my head without a second’s hesitation.
I gulp.
Literally gulp.
Nobody says anything.
Koda just keeps looking at me with that intensity, the one that makes my whole body feel weird.
Mason removes my top and bra until I’m standing before them, breasts exposed, feeling strangely vulnerable. I’m not usually shy around men. I know I have a beautiful body, I know I have all the assets they desire, and I know that I’m pretty. I’ve never had body issues. Which is surprising, considering the life I’ve led. But I don’t, and I’m thankful for it. Because the world is a cruel place, and men can be especially cruel, even to the most beautiful girls.
“Fuckin’ perfect,” Koda growls, reaching up and cupping my breast.
My breath hitches, and I swear I stop breathing. My lungs burn and, finally, a breath whooshes out of my lips when his fingers pinch my nipple and he begins rolling. As if that wasn’t enough desire, Mason is currently sliding off my panties, leaving me naked and exposed while both of them still have clothes on.
Mason’s fingers reach around and find my pussy. He gently parts it and slips his finger in, finding my clit. I gasp and lean back into him a little while Koda keeps his big hands on my breasts, working my nipples until my body feels like it’s going to explode with an incredible, unfamiliar pleasure.
“You put your fingers in her pussy, but my mouth touches it first,” Koda growls, eyes swinging to Mason.
“Yeah,” Mason growls back. “Fuck. She’s sweet.”
Mason slides a finger inside me, and I whimper, knees trembling.
“And fuckin’ wet,” he adds.
Oh, god. It’s too much. It feels so good. Koda drops his mouth to my neck and starts sucking on the skin there, not hard, just small nips and pulls at my flesh, making my skin prickle. His hands keep working my boobs in a way no one has ever worked them. Most men are messy when it comes to fondling breasts, but Koda certainly is not. He is skilled and careful, and his movements are perfectly stimulating.
My pussy clenches around Mason’s fingers and my knees start shaking harder.
“She’s about to come,” he rasps to Koda.
“Then stop.”
Suddenly, Mason’s fingers leave my body and I’m left empty, shaking, and so hot it hurts. I blink and start protesting, but Koda moves his mouth up until he finds my lips, and he knocks the breath clean out of my lungs when he kisses me. He kisses me in a way I’ve never been kissed. As if it’ll be the last time either of us ever feel the sensation of another person.
His lips.
His mouth.
The stubble on his chin.
The way his hand cups my jaw.
I forget everything else except him. My whole world becomes about that moment. I reach up and curl my fingers into his hair, not realizing until right now just how much this moment meant to me, just how much I needed it, and just how much Koda had gotten under my skin. I didn’t think it mattered, hell, I didn’t think he mattered, but the way my body is responding to his lips on mine, it would appear I am wrong.
So very wrong.
I gasp when he finally pulls back, and I want more. I want him to come back. I want his mouth back on mine. I want it to be just me and him. Just for a second. Hell, even one night. But I know that’ll never happen. Koda is too proud, and he’s too good at his job. He’ll never, ever allow me to get in as deep as I’m allowing him. That thought burns my heart. It just sinks it right into my chest.
Because I don’t want it to be like this.
For once in my life, I just want something to be genuine, and real, and not about drugs, or money, or power.
Just me.
And someone else.
And a moment that brings us together.
“Get on the bed,” Koda growls, and I move quickly, legs trembling as I walk over to the bed and sit on the end.