Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“It’s a trap, Gabe,” Banks says to me, his speech slurred, his eyelids at half-mast. He starts to elaborate but can’t seem to stop himself from pushing open Elise’s knees and circling his tongue around her entrance, making her gasp and clutch at my comforter. “She wants to get you off fast.”
It’s beyond stupid to be outraged. This astoundingly hot woman loves making me come. What is there to be mad about? But I can’t seem to help it. Horny and offended is a strange combination and it leads to a ripple of shame—and now I’m in big trouble. As a born and raised Catholic, I was taught that the sins of the flesh would send me to hell. Now I’m having a four-way in my bedroom. I’m being offered a blow job and I really want it. This is temptation and I’ve been taught it’s wrong to give in, so I want to give in twice as much.
But I promised myself I would last for her. I promised.
“No,” I say, scooting my ass toward the headboard. Just to get a breather. To wait out the clawing sensation in my balls. Don’t think about her lips stretching around my inches. Her tongue wiggling around in the slit.
I squeeze my eyes closed and try to think of something gross, but I can’t think of anything but her. But Elise. Our woman and her giving mouth and hands and body. I’m so overwhelmed by thoughts of her that when I open my eyes and she’s crawling toward me on the bed, naked, intention in her eyes, I think I’m daydreaming.
“I want it in my mouth, Gabe,” she pouts.
My back hits the pillows.
Wet, heavenly heat slides down my cock slowly. My balls coil up.
“Oh. Oh God. Oh God.”
It’s her mouth and it’s vibrating with a savoring hum, and speaking of Catholicism, clouds part overhead in my bedroom and I glimpse the Virgin Mother while Elise goes to town on my dick. She’s on her hands and knees in the center of my bed, face down in my lap, giving me the kind of blow job that men fantasize about. She’s tugging me off, licking my balls and deep throating me every third suck. This is how I die.
I think I might be able to last another twenty seconds, but I’m wrong.
I didn’t anticipate Banks coming up behind Elise, rolling a condom down his erection and pumping it into her roughly from behind. She screams around my dick and for a split second, my world goes black thinking she’s hurt, but no. No, as Banks begins to fuck her with sharp, slapping drives, her mouth only starts to work harder.
“Jesus Christ,” I growl, wrapping her long hair around my fists. I need to close my eyes. I’m already experiencing the best sensation of my life, watching her get it doggy style at the same time is sensory overload. I can’t. I can’t…help myself.
Banks’s head is thrown back, features screwed up tight, as if the pleasure of taking Elise from the back is the ultimate pleasure/pain. Her ass cheeks shudder and shake with every slam of his hips. Tobias is standing behind Banks and to the right, watching Banks’s cock sink between Elise’s thighs, again, again, again, his eyes darkening each time.
“Just look at the way she lifts her hips for those pounds,” Tobias grunts, touching himself. “Think about how she made us work for it. Bet you dig in a little deeper.”
Banks makes a beastly sound and pumps faster, harder.
Oh my God, the scene, the shit that’s being said out loud is a little twisted and a lot arousing. It’s so incredibly hot the way we’ve forgotten to be jealous and exist for her pleasure now, no matter how she gets it—and I need to be a part of that.
I need to.
Which is why I pull out of her mouth, shouting in pain over being so thoroughly engorged and slap a hand down on my right thigh. “Get up here now.” I implore Banks with my eyes and he nods after several more powerful thrusts, gritting his teeth and slipping his cock free of Elise’s body. I make quick work of putting on a condom, then I guide her toward me by the hair and she loves it, her flushed body climbing over mine and straddling me. “I need to make you come, woman.”
“Okay, baby,” she whispers, her lips flush to mine, reaching back and guiding me to her pussy, enveloping me in snug heat. And she knows exactly what she is doing calling me baby while I sink into all that wetness, her hips already starting to tweak, scrambling my brain cells like eggs. “Oh, Gabe,” she whimpers, licking into my mouth. “You’re so big for me.”
My hips bounce up and down involuntarily, the underside of her thighs smacking repeatedly on my lap. “Stop,” I grit out. “Don’t stop.”