Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
He knows he’s found the magical spot and he works it, taking me higher and higher, my breath growing shallow as everything builds to a climax. I’m right on the edge when — he pulls out.
36
The winner
My eyes fly open. What kind of cruel game is he playing? His hands on my knees, Khalil spreads my legs wider and bows his head to my center.
I catch sight of Devin, who’s on my right. His hand is slowly sliding over a sizable bulge in his sweatpants. Devin’s hard for me.
I keep my eyes open now, and watch the men watching me. Khalil’s dark head is between my legs, his tongue sliding over my folds, collecting my juices. He turns his focus to my clit, and I’m right back where I was when he pulled his finger out of me.
He flicks his tongue rapidly over my clit, fast and light as a hummingbird, then he draws my swollen bud into his mouth and sucks.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” My hips rise off the counter and press into his face. Waves of pleasure wash over me as he continues to lick and suck. “Oh fuck. Oh!” It’s so good, and feels so long overdue.
But I’m on a countertop in a gourmet kitchen surrounded by four complicated men, who’ve just made me come and watched the show. As my orgasm subsides, a swell of self-consciousness rushes in.
They’ve all seen my orgasm face now, my real one, not a play one, like Devin in our first game of truth or dare. They’ve seen me lose control.
Khalil pulls back after placing a sweet kiss between my legs. He’s looking quite satisfied with himself, and it’s then that I notice all of the others’ expressions. They are all more turned on than I’ve possibly ever seen men be, and one look at them pushes away my silly nerves.
I’m still catching my breath when Shane edges Khalil aside and takes up the position between my legs. “Becca,” he says, grinning at me, his eyes heavy and dark, “I dare you not to come again. Bet you won’t be able to stop yourself.”
At that, he buries his face between my legs and launches a vigorous assault of pleasure, scrambling my brain with rapid strokes of his tongue, as he sucks, licks, and nibbles, making me scream his name.
I don’t even try to resist the orgasm. It’s inevitable, and in less than one minute, I’m coming apart, my pussy throbbing against Shane’s tongue, which doesn’t let up until I finally push him away, my skin suddenly too sensitive for touch. “No more, no more.”
“Guess you lost that dare,” Shane says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he pulls away.
“No, I am definitely the winner,” I say, “but I’m not sure I can handle any more games.” The men look positively alarmed and crestfallen until I explain: “I need you all to fuck me.”
There’s indecision among them at first, and I imagine that Shane would have claimed me immediately if he hadn’t just made me come. It’s nice to see he’s not selfish, even though he’s been possessive in the past.
I hop off the counter and go over to Devin, angling my body toward him as I reach down to touch the firm rod tenting his pants. As soon as I make contact, he presses into my hand. I cup his erection and slide my palm over him, impressed by the thickness and length I find there.
He kisses me as I stroke him, his hand wrapping around my shoulders and pulling me closer. There’s an appealing combination of tenderness and hunger in him, and the longer we kiss, the more the hungry side of him takes over.
He breaks away to move me over to the nearest stool, bending me over the seat. One hand strokes through my wet folds as the other pushes down his pants and brings out his thick cock.
I swallow, my mouth literally watering in anticipation of feeling him inside me. Having put him and Marcos — and really, all of them — off limits, today’s turn of events is even sweeter. I never thought I’d have him, but I can’t deny that I’ve been wanting him.
Khalil had left the kitchen but returns with a string of condoms, from which he tears off a packet and hands it to Devin. Once his cock is sheathed, Devin dips his head in my opening, swirling it in my wetness, widening me in preparation.
Looking over my shoulder, I watch his gorgeous face as he pushes into me, and see the beautiful, intent expression in his eyes as he goes deeper. His cock is so thick, and the stretch is amazing.
He grips my hip with one hand and strokes my bare skin with the other. There’s a pent-up energy to his movements. He’s holding himself back, even as he starts to move inside me.