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)
“Fuck!” Karson shouts, pulling out, his erection huge and angry. “She’s like a fucking knot tying itself around my cock. She should have come by now.”
“It has to be all three of you…at the same time,” whispers a voice in the darkness. It’s Maura. She’s still here? She’s been watching the whole time? Why can’t I find it inside of me to care? She steps out into the light now, eyelids heavy, nodding at me where I dangle from silk ribbons, my thighs trembling where the loops hold them open. “One man will never suffice. Never, being the operative word. The life she was granted is permanent and therefore, so is the curse, but three may cause the spell to reverse when you’re together...”
Karson is already physically pulling me down from where I’m suspended in the air—and all three men are surrounding me, their inches locked in their fists, stroking and moaning while Karson lies face up on the cushioned mat floor and pulls me on top of him.
“Time to give Daddy a hot little ride, Magnolia.” He groans as I sink down onto his length, my inner thighs quivering in delight from the pressure. “Time to earn your allowance. Work your pussy around…yeah, just like that, you hot little fuck.” He lifts his hips and bounces me roughly, before reaching up and catching the back of my neck, pulling me down into his neck. “Don’t look at me while I’m taking you this dirty. I fucking know it’s wrong.”
Wrong? Nothing has ever felt more right. I’m wiggling my hips around frantically, whining and sobbing into Karson’s neck, because his thick root feels so perfect rubbing against my clit, but I’m also aware of Mateo falling to his knees beside me, his fist swiping up and down on his ruddy, engorged penis. Pace behind me, teasing the edge of my butt plug with his fingertips, tugging on it and making me gasp from the wonderful and foreign sensations.
“I’ve wanted this ass so long,” Pace groans brokenly, slapping his arousal against my buttocks. “Oh God, we’ve both wanted this, Karson. Don’t bother lying. Not when you’re railing her like she’s a fucking rag doll.”
Without seeing their faces, I can sense them communicating with a look.
Has Karson wanted me? Have they all? Even before the curse was in effect?
I assume they glance at Mateo now, too, because he makes an affirmative sound. “I came to rescue her. I didn’t expect it to be this kind of rescue. But shit, I’m not complaining. I just want to keep living for her magic. Every day of my life.” I open my eyes to find that Mateo is down on his side, angling his hips toward my face, my mouth, the crown of his erection sliding into my mouth, popping in and out, in and out, before he tunnels the whole of his manhood down to my throat, his voice cracking on an epithet when I nurse him greedily, drawing on his thickness with every ounce of effort I possess. “You suck as good as you fuck, don’t you, sweetheart? You’re going to get a whole lot of my magic in that tummy, Magnolia. Soon. So fucking soon. Just a little deeper…ohhhhh yeah. Right there.”
Pace’s mouth is tracing up my spine, he’s inhaling my air, licking my shoulders, all while twisting that plug in my back entrance and finally, finally, he pulls it out, dropping it onto the mat. “Spread some of her juice back here, Karson. I know damn well there’s plenty.”
Karson is panting in my ear, his hips slapping up and down between my thighs, but he manages to reach down between us, swipe a wealth of lubricating moisture with four fingers and bring it to the breach of my backside, covering me in the product of my own lust, giving my right butt cheek a stinging slap. “The amount of times I’ve caught Pace looking at this ass,” he grunts into my hair. “He’s an animal for it.”
“That’s right,” Pace says, pressing his lap to the curve of my bottom, his thumb tucking inside of me and turning, pushing. “I don’t think I can hold back. I like watching her lips stretch around that cock a little too much. My God, she’s unreal.”
“Un-fucking-real,” Mateo moans, pumping toward my mouth, his movements growing more and more jerky. “I’m already about to explode, man. Hurry up. If this is going to work…”
“It needs to be all three of us at once,” Karson grunts, his eyes unfocused, his balls smacking loudly off my bottom, his thickness going impossibly deeper every time he thrusts. He pries my cheeks apart with strong, capable hands, turning me into an offering for Pace. “Take her in the ass, Pace. Rough this little thing up, like you’ve been dreaming about.”
“I can’t wait any longer.” Pace presses the bulbous head of his shaft into my pucker…and then he just sinks in with a guttural moan of my name, his hips thrusting frantically, his shouts of agonized pleasure echoing in the room while he rides my backside without mercy, pumping and pumping while Mateo and Karson do the same, filling and fulfilling me in different ways—and that’s when it starts to happen. The effect of the pressure coming from so many different men, angles, places, it sharpens my lust like a brand new pencil and this time, there is no sense that I won’t make it to the end. There’s no dread or sudden ebbing of the tide, it’s all a giant swell. Building, building, building—