Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
When I start to wiggle with horny impatience, Hutch, who hasn’t started painting me yet, moves between my legs, taking my knees in hand and spreading me wide. “You look like you need a release,” he says.
“Yes, please,” I nod.
“Daddy’s got you.” He grins up at me, his eyes mischievous, just before he plunges his tongue into my pussy, making my body jerk on the bed.
With Christian licking my nipples and Hutch between my legs, I’m a goner in record time. I reach for Christian with one hand and grab a fistful of blanket with the other as my climax consumes me. Hutch’s tongue is like gasoline, taking the flames of my orgasm higher and higher, leaving me shaking, overcome with pleasure.
My response to these men seems to grow stronger every time I’m with them.
When I come back to myself, Christian is stroking my cheek and Hutch is laying kisses along my inner thighs.
“You’re right, I really needed that,” I say. I should be exhausted after what I just experienced, but instead, I’m energized. “Who’s next?”
Hutch finally reaches for the chocolate, and then he pulls me into a seated position, before painting the sauce onto my lips with his finger. “No reason you shouldn’t enjoy the chocolate, too.”
He lets me lick it off, then he smears more on, kissing it off of me himself this time. He’d been wearing gray sweatpants, much to my distraction, but now he pushes them down his hips, his semi-hard cock springing out, triggering a new wave of wetness between my legs.
He produces a condom and sheathes his cock before sitting down on the edge of the bed. Just like my first night with him, he guides me onto his lap and I quickly take him inside my very-ready pussy. I’m surprised he’s returning to the same position, but maybe his approach is if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, and there is definitely nothing wrong with the way riding his cock makes me feel.
Since I met them, it’s as though something’s missing as I go about my usual life, but having him fill me up like this makes everything feel complete and right, the way it’s meant to be.
The thought makes me a bit dizzy, and I tell my sex-drugged brain to stop being so damn poetic.
“More chocolate?” Hutch offers, holding a thick sauce-covered finger up to my lips. I take it inside my mouth, his finger mimicking the action of his cock as he thrusts up into me. I lick the rich sweetness from his skin and when his finger is clean, I give it a little nip.
When I shake my head at his offer of more chocolate, he puts his hands to good use, spreading my ass cheeks, making everything feel more intense.
“I like that, daddy,” I whisper in his ear, and his cock swells inside me.
Even though it’s the same position as the other night, he adds new variations with his pacing and the motion of his hips that make it even better than the first time, which I wouldn’t have thought possible.
The way the muscles in his upper body flex as we move together has me mesmerized, the artwork on his skin seeming to dance just for me. Greedily, I touch him everywhere I can reach, the raw power beneath his skin driving me wild.
When he bends his head to take one of my breasts into his mouth, another orgasm races up to overtake me. Before meeting these men, I’d have never thought this amount of orgasms was possible.
Or this level of intensity.
“Oh, Hutch! Oh my god!”
“That’s it, beautiful. Let yourself lose control.”
He sucks harder, fucks harder, and holds me tight as I do as I’m told, flying high into nothingness, dissolving into infinite particles of pleasure. It’s so good, words cannot describe it.
He’s still holding me tight when I come back to earth. He meets my eyes, his dark and warm and smiling. “You good?” he asks unnecessarily.
“So good.”
With a nod, he lifts me off of his cock as if I weigh nothing and flips me over onto my stomach on the bed, some sticky chocolate drippings on the towel pressing into my skin. The heat of his body covers me, and then he’s pushing my legs apart, his cock nudging at my pussy before pressing back in.
Oof. It’s all new and different now, and I feel engulfed by him in the very best way.
My inner walls feel narrower, so I feel even more full, utterly consumed by him, my pussy gripping him tightly each time he pulls back and offering resistance each time he pushes forward.
I’m glad to know it’s feeling the same for him when he tells me, “You’re so tight, Rose. You feel so goddamn good.”
I smile into the towel, blissfully happy for so many reasons, not least among them the way he’s making my body feel.