Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“I…I don’t think I can. I get there but n-nothing happens.” She cries out when Mateo flattens her down onto the mattress, tunneling into her like a battering ram. The sounds coming from his mouth are almost inhuman—and hell, I can relate. “Pace…I think she cursed me so I can’t feel good. Not all the way. I think…I think she healed me, but made it so I want sex so badly and it feels amazing, but there’s no s-satisfaction.”
Pressure settles onto my chest.
Mateo and I trade a troubled look, though he doesn’t stop what he’s doing. In fact, he uses a knee to nudge her thighs open wider, grips her throat from behind and changes angles, groaning at the magnitude of what he’s feeling. My God, I’ve got an erection watching it happen. Watching him take pleasure and knowing exactly what it feels like. It’s like pornography starring the girl of my dreams, with the added bonus of her being covered in my come. It’s hotter than I ever could have expected. Especially because she’s looking at me for reassurance, pouting and whining for more, more, more while he shoves her full of cock.
I shouldn’t love it. But I do.
Mateo’s chest is pinning Magnolia now, his hips pumping like pistons. Looking half delirious, he brings his mouth to her ear and says, “You’re still my magical girl, aren’t you, Magnolia?” He groans. “You’re just magic in a very, very different way now.”
His statement confuses me. It confuses Magnolia, too—momentarily. Until her eyes shoot wide as silver dollars. “M-Matty?”
He roars a curse in response to her incredulous question, as if her calling his name causes him physical pain. “Yes, sweetheart, it’s me.” He kisses her neck reverently, punching into her, holding deep while licking a spot beneath her ear, making her thighs tremble uncontrollably. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Didn’t expect to find you’d grown into the ultimate temptation. God.” He rears back and slams home. “Haven’t even nutted yet and I already need to fuck you again.”
“What the hell is going on here?” Winded by this new development, I sit up, splitting a measuring look between the two of them. “You two know each other?”
“He was my foster brother. Years ago.” She moans and tosses her hair back. “I can’t believe you’re inside of me. So deep, Matty.”
“I never expected to have my dick in you, but that’s where the fuck it is now.” He clutches her throat tighter and grinds deep, circling his hips. “That’s where it belongs.”
“You and Pace,” Magnolia moans, tipping her mouth up for a kiss, which I can’t help but give her, tangling our tongues together and letting the moment be what it is, without examining it under a microscope. It’s bigger than us, that’s for sure. The fates are draped heavily in the air, surrounding us. “Both of you belong inside of me.” She drops her voice to a whisper. “Is that wrong?”
“No,” me and Mateo say at the same time, his hand sliding up to cradle her jaw.
“Well,” she whispers, something naughty flashing in her blue eyes. “Maybe a little. You’re supposed to be like brothers—”
“Foster,” Mateo chokes out. “Oh God, she’s fixing up tight around me. I don’t…does she even know she’s doing it?”
“No, I don’t think so. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think she’s right. It’s the curse. She can’t finish.” I rake a hand through my hair. “But she’s such a hot fuck, we can’t stop ourselves from coming in her. I’m already hard for another round.”
“Oh. Oh Jesus, here comes mine.” Mateo yanks Magnolia back up onto her knees, rifling into her, nearly lifting her off the bed with the force of his pumps. His movements grow disjointed, her mouth falling open on a long, drawn-out grunt while his seed drips and sprays from their joined bodies onto the mattress. All the while, Magnolia screams with a combination of pleasure and frustration, never quite making it to the other side of the peak.
I snarl, balls throbbing with the urge to drag her in front of me and fuck her again. To feel that incredible clench of her cunt, to look into her eyes and feel that bond, that connection. But it isn’t right. Nothing is going to be right until she’s able to experience the same pleasure she’s giving me and Mateo. He is still panting and sweating from his experience with Magnolia, but he’s looking at me from beneath a furrowed brow, obviously as worried as I am.
If she has really been cursed with the inability to orgasm…
How do we break that curse? What if we can’t?
And how the hell did I end up on the same side as a motherfucking FBI agent?
Before I can voice any of these questions out loud, a door slams loudly downstairs and the sweat lingering on my body turns to ice.