Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Whatever the fuck I like,” he growls.
As if to illustrate the point, he flips me over until I’m on my front, the tie twisting on my wrists, and tugs me until I’m on my hands and knees. Behind me, his hands trail my back and my thighs, fingers grazing the skin of my ass in rhythmic passes, over and over, closer and closer until they touch my taint.
“Now, if our parents weren’t in the next room, I’d be slapping this ass.”
“Why?” I whisper, pulling my knees closer as though that will make a difference to Colby’s access to my body right now.
“Because you’re a bad girl, aren’t you, Ellie? A bad girl who wanders the hallways and creeps into her stepbrother’s room in the middle of the night looking for sex. And it’s not only me, is it? You want Micky and Sebastian too. You want all of us to make you come, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp shamelessly as his thumb brushes my entrance.
“You liked it when all three of us were playing with this body, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I say again, this time weakly, the admission pulsing heat through me.
“You want all of us to fuck you at the same time, don’t you?”
I don’t answer his question because admitting it is too shameful. And I don’t need to admit it because he knows. They all know. They knew from the moment I shuddered and came in that closet without even realizing it was them surrounding me.
“Don’t you?” he says, this time more firmly. Thick fingers push inside me, and I grunt my agreement. As he pulls them out and pushes back in, slick noises fill the air.
“You’re so ready for me,” he says, knocking my knees open with his so that he can move behind me. A foil wrapper is torn, and a condom is rolled on. There’s no finesse with Colby, just brute force as he notches his big cock at my entrance and pushes forward.
Oh god, the stretching feels so good. Balancing on my tied wrists, I close my eyes and breathe deeply, willing my body to relax and accommodate every huge inch he has to give. And he has many, many inches.
Part of me is grateful that Micky went first, letting me get used to just how big the Townsend triplets are. Colby impatiently grips my hips and rocks forward, deeper and deeper, until he bottoms out. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he hisses, digging his fingers into the flesh of my ass, holding still as he gets used to the clasp of my pussy. Here I was, thinking that this is a challenge for me, but it’s as much of a challenge for him. Maybe more. Colby has to restrain himself enough to make this good for me. The man is a perfectionist at life. There is no way he will be anything less than a perfectionist in bed. All I have to do is stay in this position unless, of course, he wants to flip me back over or bend me into some other contortionist state. I’m at his mercy, after all.
“You’re so big,” I moan because I know how men love to hear it, even if they know.
“Yeah? Do you like it big? Do you like me stretching out this sweet pink pussy? You like me buried up to your navel, Ellie? Not such a sweet little stepsister, after all.”
“Oh, I’m sweet,” I say. “Micky will tell you just how sweet I am.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll get a taste,” Colby says, starting to move. He rocks his hips maddeningly slowly, and if I could watch him, I bet I’d see his eyes fixed on where our bodies join. I bet he loves the sight of me stretched around him. I’d put good money on the fact that he relishes the idea of splitting me open, of forcing my body to accommodate him. Of bending me to his will.
I love it too.
“Fuck, Colby,” I gasp as his finger finds my clit and taps. I’m so sensitive there, but there’s no way I can stop him from doing anything. I’m totally in his control.
“Yes, Ellie. You want more?” He rubs my clit this time, incredibly slowly, and I try to shift my legs, but he pins me in place, working me into a mindless puddle of goo.
“More.” I shudder, already feeling as though I’m approaching the precipice, already anticipating the tumble into oblivion. For someone who’s only had three previous orgasms, all at the hands of Micky, I’m getting remarkably good at achieving them.
Or, I should say, the Townsend brothers are remarkably good at giving them.
“Did you come with Micky’s cock in your pussy?” Colby asks me.
“Yes,” I gasp.
“Shame,” Colby soothes, running his hand down the length of my spine and pushing so that I arch my back and raise my ass. “I would’ve liked to be the first to feel this pussy clamp down on my cock.”