Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
When he pulls away, I follow him, not wanting to stop the kiss. “Later,” he says. “I can't take you all for myself.”
Devil and Crash, who had backed away to leave room for Preacher, shift closer again, wearing sexy smirks and watching me with hungry eyes. They look painfully hard and erect. Now that I'm a little better able to concentrate, I tentatively reach out for them, one on each side and wrap my fingers around their lengths. “Like this?”
“Yeah, baby. Just like that,” Devil groans. “Both of us at once.”
I stroke, exploring and learning what gets me those deep masculine sounds of pleasure. Getting a feel for their thicknesses, for the veiny texture under smooth skin and the pulsing blood rushing through them. I can't even get my fingers all the way around either of them. It's hard to believe these things fit inside me. As I squeeze upwards, little drops of slickness form at the tips, and I spread it out, enjoying the feeling of it.
I wet my lips, suddenly curious. “Um, can I use my mouth, too?” They seem to enjoy giving me pleasure, and I'd love to see if it works both ways.
“No one's going to force you,” says Crash as he moves closer, gripping himself and bringing it to my face. “But if you're offering…”
I giggle, feeling silly for being in bed with three men and still having so little clue of what to do. “I don’t know where to start. They call them… you know, but I’m not literally supposed to blow on you, am I?”
With a laugh, Devil rolls me over to my hands and knees. I get a pang of self-consciousness, with everything kind of hanging out and exposed. My experiences so far have mostly been in the heat of the moment, and this feels very deliberate. A choice I’m making to give myself to these three dangerous but amazing men.
Devil strokes his hands down my back, over my butt and then along my hips as he gets on his knees behind me. “Damn, your body is a thing of fucking beauty, baby.”
Preacher kisses my shoulder and runs his hands around my waist and over my belly, then palms my breasts. “Hiding you away should be a crime,” he adds, giving them a squeeze. The sheer obvious enjoyment they’re getting out of showering me with attention makes it hard to stay worried about a little bit of wobble.
Crash gets on his knees in front of me, the shining head of him only an inch away from my lips. I blow a little puff of air at him and he laughs. “Open your mouth and take a taste.”
A moment to build courage, then I open my mouth to let him in while I look up into those multicolored eyes that are completely focused on me. He closes the gap, and I taste him for the first time. A little salty, with a musky flavor that pulls at me on a primal level. It's a sexy combination, one that tells me exactly what I'm doing. Definitely not what a good girl should enjoy.
He puts a hand at the back of my head and guides my movements. “Use your tongue to stroke me, under the ridge. It’s very sensiti—” He hisses in through his teeth as I do what he says. “Sensitive. Just like that. Suck me like I’m a popsicle on a hot day, sunshine. You have to make sure nothing drips.”
Just listening to him give such dirty instructions in a low, rough whisper does something to me.
Devil pulls himself away from where he was nestled against my butt, there's a crinkle of plastic, and then his manhood is nudging against me, hard and ready to enter. He pauses. “Tell me what you want, Summer. Say the words like I taught you.”
Oh my.
“Do it,” I whisper, voice shaking a little. “F—fuck me.”
And then he's there, his strong hands on my hips and pushing his way in. I close my eyes, shutting out everything else while I revel in the feeling of my body stretching around Devil. Crash’s fingers twine in my hair, but he lets me adjust as Devil slowly slides deeper.
Devil thrusts home and lets out a low groan. “Fuck, even better than I imagined.”
I can’t bring myself to say it, but I think so too. Nothing about any of this is how I was taught things were supposed to be, but at the same time, it feels so good and so right when I’m with them. Everything the guys show me makes me wonder if my life before all of this even counted, or if I was just going through the motions and waiting for them to wake me up.
Devil moves, pulling back before thrusting back in faster. I groan around Crash and he pushes deeper with a low growl of pleasure. They're gentle with me at first, but as the three of us fall into a rhythm, everything gets faster, harder.