Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Correct.
I grinned as I gave her a hug and then headed for my car. Well, Lincoln’s car, but I’d pretty much made the vintage Mustang mine at that point.
“See you tomorrow. Text me if you end up getting dirty with our professor.”
She hooted out a laugh. “Try not to get punished too hard by your old man boyfriend!”
The gates to our estate opened automatically as I drove up to them, a sensor in the car letting the security system know it was me. As I drove up the long, winding drive, I felt the heat creep through my body.
What did they have planned for the night? They’d both been busy with their new business for the last few weeks, and with finals approaching for the semester, I’d been buried in my studying. So, our chances to do our favorite thing in the world — them putting their hands and mouths all over me before fucking me senseless — had been slim.
I had a feeling that night was going to change that.
The house was empty when I stepped in, but beautiful. Candles flickered in every room, turning the whole place into something out of a dream. Bouquets of roses lined the rooms, and when I saw the trail of rose petals leading up the stairs, my breath caught.
Up in our room — well, what had been Wilder’s — the petals stopped at the bed, and there, lying across the comforter, was a note.
Enjoy the bath, baby girl. Take your time. Your daddies will see you soon.
Love,
W & L
I undressed quickly, almost as excited for a bath as I as for what might come after. In the huge master bathroom, more candles turned the room into a flickering wonderland. The bath was already drawn — bubbly and hot, and I moaned as I sank into it. I sighed, easing back and turning my head to see the champagne flute of sparkling water with an elaborate lemon twist. I grinned.
They were still sticklers about me not drinking yet, because of my age. I mean, I really didn’t even like the taste of alcohol anyway, but it amused me that they were so firm about it.
I took my time, soaking in the hot soapy water and drinking my chilled sparkling lemon water, until the wicked, filthy fantasies in my head about what they might have planned for later become too much. I was too turned on, and my little pussy was aching far too much to stay in the tub without letting my hands go exploring.
I toweled off quickly — I’d kept my hair up in the tub, so I patted dry, let it down, and then stepped out of the bathroom.
And I gasped.
The two of them were naked, sitting in the two chairs by the fireplace in the enormous bedroom. They sat back, their hard chiseled bodies illuminated by the candles and the fire in the fireplace as it flickered around the room. Their eyes flashed as they took me in, both of their cocks rock-hard and standing straight up flat against their grooved abs.
“Come here, baby girl,” Lincoln purred, crooking his finger.
I trembled, feeling the heat of both their fierce gazes tingling over my bare body. I could feel my nipples hardening to little pink points under those gazes, and I squeezed my thighs tight together, feeling the wet, slick heat of my pussy throbbing between my legs.
Slowly, I padded across the candle-lit room towards them, until I was standing right in front of them, swallowing heavily.
“We need to see if our little princess is clean everywhere after her bath, like she should be,” Wilder growled, his eyes sliding over my skin. He reached out, tracing a finger over my bare hip and making me whimper.
God they were beautiful. Two bodies carved out of marble, their muscles bulging and clenching in the firelight. Lincoln’s sharp blue eyes, and Wilder’s dark fierce ones flickered as they devoured me, and two perfect, chiseled jaws clenched tight with lust.
Two perfect — and I do mean perfect — cocks throbbed rock-hard against their grooved abs. Thick, huge, and swollen. I could see wet drops of sticky precum beading at their heads, trickling down the veined shafts and making them glisten in the low light.
“Did you wash everywhere?”
I nodded as I locked eyes with Wilder.
“Yes, daddy.”
“Behind your ears?”
He winked, and smiled, blushing as I nodded.
“Yes.”
Lincoln’s hand reached out, trailing over my hip. He slid between my thighs, teasing higher until his fingers dragged slowly over my slick, aching pussy.
“Did you wash this pretty little pussy?”
I whimpered as his fingers slid between my lips, feeling how wet I was and dragging it up over my clit.
“Yes, daddy,” I whispered, my voice shaking.
“Not too much though I hope,” he growled. “Daddy likes the taste of this sweet little cunt.”
I whimpered, gasping as his finger rolled over my clit.