Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Chapter 25
Delilah
I had found true paradise.
My eyes fluttered closed as Ryder and Jesse kissed both sides of my neck. I tilted my head back, feeling Wyatt’s lips cover mine in a slow, passionate kiss. Desire wreaked havoc within me, making me want to tear off my clothes at that moment. However, I breathed through the intensity and reveled in every kiss and touch.
Amos and Carson steadily worked off my shorts and socks, crouching on the floor in front of me.
I lifted my hips, moaning softly as Ryder slipped a hand beneath my shirt to caress one of my breasts. When Wyatt’s teeth teasingly grated against my bottom lip, my breath came out shakily. They knew just how to touch me, how to please me.
“Take her shirt off,” Wyatt said before breaking away from me.
Jesse and Ryder made quick work of taking my shirt off, leaving me in just my panties. Jesse reattached his lips to my neck, sucking red marks into my skin, while Ryder took one of my nipples into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck…” I breathed out as I arched my back.
“Don’t hold back those moans, beautiful. I want to hear it all,” Carson told me before playfully nipping at my inner thigh.
“I don’t think I could stay quiet if I tried,” I admitted as I gazed up at Wyatt, feeling his hand rest on the underside of my chin.
“Unless we gagged you,” Wyatt said with a smirk. “I’d rather keep you quiet by having you suck me off, though.”
“Please,” I murmured, wanting to please him.
Wyatt chuckled.
“What a good girl, begging for my cock,” he said. “I think she should be rewarded.”
Amos pinned one of my legs to the side, parting my thighs so that Carson could kneel between them.
“But can she take orders?” Carson asked with a teasing tone as he drifted his fingers along the material of my panties, teasing at my clit.
A soft moan broke from me, coaxing me to grab at Jesse’s and Ryder’s shirts to fist them needily.
“I can. I will,” I said, willing to play by their rules.
Carson kissed my inner thigh before hooking his finger under my panties to pull them aside. He immediately pressed his mouth against me, his tongue lapping at my clit in gentle strokes.
If Wyatt didn’t already have my head tilted back, I would’ve thrown it back. All I could do was whimper and remain still as Carson worked between my thighs. It didn’t help that Jesse was twisting one of my nipples between his rough fingertips, while Ryder still had his lips secured around the other.
Amos pressed his fingers into my inner thigh, keeping my legs parted as I automatically tried to close them.
“Don’t move. And don’t come until we tell you to,” he warned me.
“I won’t last,” I breathed out, my voice shaking in desperation. Heat and pressure had already taken hold of me, growing more and more intense with each lash of Carson’s talented tongue.
“You will,” Wyatt told me. “Or we’ll stop.”
I shook my head fervently, closing my eyes tightly to try to ward off my orgasm. Blissful tingles already started to warm up my skin, and I didn’t know how much longer I could last. Their mouths and hands felt so good, and their dominant words didn’t help.
Carson secured his lips around my clit and sucked, making my thighs threaten to tremble. With a satisfied grin on his face, he resumed flicking his tongue against my clit, finding the rhythm that brought me closer and closer to my peak.
“I can’t… please…” I moaned pitifully.
“Not yet,” Amos said.
Ryder smirked and dragged my nipple through his teeth, making me gasp in pleasure.
“Ryder!”
“Let’s give you something else to focus on,” Jesse said before drawing back to take off his shirt and undo his khakis.
Ryder followed suit, pushing down his briefs to reveal his erection. He stroked himself a few times before guiding my hand to the base.
Jesse did the same with my other hand, a faint groan drifting from him when I started moving my hand up his length.
“Good girl. Just like that,” he said.
I stroked them at the same pace, moving from base to tip and drinking in the pleased noises that they made. I wanted them to feel as good as I felt, and pleasing them only nudged me closer to the edge.
“Fuck, Delilah, you’re doing so well,” Ryder praised me as he started rocking into my grip.
Wyatt brushed his thumbs along my flushed cheeks, drawing my eyes to his.
“Keep going. You have to finish them off before Carson makes you come,” he told me.
I let out a faint whine, knowing that they were teasing me on purpose to work me up even more. Of course, it worked. I added a slight twist to my stroking motion, upping their sensitivity even more.
“Fuck,” Jesse gritted out as he secured his hand around mine, tightening my grip. “I won’t last long if you keep doing that.”