Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“This beard turns me on,” she says in a whisper, seeming kind of awestruck.
And I have a damn good feeling what she wants me to do with it. “You want to feel it on your thighs?” I ask, then whisk my jawline against her face for a hot second. “When I spread your legs apart and devour you?”
Her breath catches. And she gives a desperate “yes” then switches her attention to Chase and looks down at his hand, clasping her fingers through his. “Your hands turn me on,” she adds, sounding a little mesmerized.
She wriggles her hips back and forth, her left one against me, her right one against him. “Feeling both of you really gets me going,” she says.
“Someone wants to be surrounded by men,” I observe.
“I do,” she says.
Jesus, she is a filthy delight. And I am on fire in here.
I’m so damn ready to lean in and taste that pretty little mouth. To catch her moans and sighs on my tongue while getting her all worked up with my hands, and his hands, roaming over her lush curves.
But she sets a hand on my chest, the other on Chase’s. “I don’t know that I’m ready for a full man-wich though,” she says.
I snort-laugh.
Chase cracks up too.
Trina lifts her chin faux demurely. “From what I’ve read, you kind of need to work up to it. Also, I’ve never—”
She stops, like her words are stuck.
Chase, such a helpful dude, finishes the thought. “Had a dick up your ass at the same time a cock’s buried in your sweet, wet pussy?” His straightforward tone is the same one he used when telling the driver where to go, and it’s borderline hilarious hearing dirty words said like take a left, then a right.
“Well, Mister Filthy,” she says, bestowing a new nickname. “Just like we didn’t play Ping-Pong tonight, I’ve never played double ding-dong. Or taken a—” She stops, her lips quirking up, her sexy gaze drifting to my straining erection, then to his obvious hard-on. “A firehose up the ass.”
I drop another kiss on her cheek. “Good job using those fancy words,” I say dryly.
Chase runs the back of his knuckles along her cheek, and says, “There’s a whole list of items you can order off the Two Dudes Menu besides a double dicking. Let me handle the list.”
“Like you’re giving me the chef’s special,” she says.
That works for me too—Chase directing the scene.
But what works even better is when Trina pants out a feathery, “Can you guys just kiss me now? I’m dying here.”
When Chase looks my way, his smile disappears. He’s all business. “Kiss her, good and slow, and get her wet.”
Yeah, I had a feeling he’d give the orders I want. For me to go first. Trina turns her face to me, her lips parted. She licks them, and I cup her cheek, stroking my thumb firmly along her jaw, teasing her, making her sigh.
A few hours ago, I slid into this car, annoyed. Cursing the rest of the night. I hated wanting her so much.
Now, with her heart and her charm and her beautiful boldness, I’m amped up in a whole new way, busting with white-hot determination to make her scream. I brush my lips against hers, and when she makes a sound of surprise, I deepen the kiss. I run my tongue along the plumpness of her shiny bottom lip, teasing it with gentle bites.
She moans with each one. With a soft exhale, she parts her lips farther and as she does, a little gasp radiates from the back of her throat. The sound rolls down my body, sparking flames everywhere. She’s so delicate under me, so soft and pliant as I get to know her lips.
As I take my time exploring her mouth, I sense rather than see Chase’s hand. He’s running his fingers down the side of her neck. She shudders, and that’s even sexier. The kiss grows hotter as I mirror him, letting go of her face, dragging my hand down her throat, over her chest, teasing at her full tits.
She gasps into my mouth as I reach the top of her breasts. I open my eyes, and wow. She’s kiss-drunk, those green eyes sparkling with longing.
“Work her over, Samuels,” Chase tells me, talking over Trina, and she arches her back.
She fucking likes it when we talk about her. So do I. So does my buddy. But I like to do my own thing too. I don’t entirely follow his orders. Before I return to her tempting mouth, I rub my beard against her cheek, drawing out gasps and shivers.
“Mmm. I just can’t decide how I’m going to eat you. If I’m going to spread you out on the bed and bury my face between your legs.” A drag of my scruff. “Or push you against the wall and get down on my knees.” A rub of my chin against her cheek.