Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Then I shift my hips with as much force as I can muster and bury myself deep in one thrust. Gabriella gasps as her inner walls stretch to accommodate me. Kain reaches for the window frame, the sight of Gabriella’s pleasure overwhelming. I bring one hand to her throat and the other to her hip. Like this, I can control the position of her body and her movements. I can show Kain that I’m possessing the girl I know he likes way more than he lets on.
I fuck Gabriella just the way I know she needs, keeping an even rhythm, letting my piercing graze against her G-spot over and over.
“Oh fuck,” she moans, her head dropping forward, no longer able to hold eye contact with Kain.
“You gonna come, baby?” I ask, feeling her pussy drawing tighter, knowing it’ll be soon.
“Yes,” she almost shouts. “Yes, yes, yes.”
And I know I’ve got her right where I want her.
11
GABRIELLA
“Yes,” I gasp, no longer able to contain the well of pleasure building inside me. I’m losing control of my physical form, the strange and magical pressure of the metal stud through the end of Blake’s cock hitting in a way that I’ve never experienced before.
“That’s it,” he says, working his powerful body behind me. I wish I could see his face, but I don’t need to know he’s enjoying himself. It’s there in the slight smugness in his tone, and the way he’s moving his hips like a dance he’s perfected with years of practice.
His hand moves from my hip to the window ledge, the inky tattooed lines stretching down his powerful forearm and over his fingers. I didn’t know that tattoos would set my world on fire. I’ve always thought of them as tacky, but on Blake and Dalton, they’re fire.
I no longer have the strength to keep my head up, such is the coiling pressure in my belly. In the darkness behind my eyelids, my mind plays on a loop of filthy images; Kain licking between my thighs, Dalton’s cock spreading my pussy wider than it’s ever been spread before, and Blake’s dangerously lean body stretched over the top of me.
Three men. Brothers who are similar in so many ways, but immensely different too.
“He’s watching,” Blake says. “He can’t take his eyes off you.”
I rest my hand next to Blake’s, using the ledge to lever myself back to standing straight, fixing my eyes on Kain again.
“Don’t stop,” I grunt, gritting my teeth like a wolf who’s spotted danger on the horizon. What’s building between my thighs feels menacing and savage. A threat so big I might splinter apart with its force.
“Never,” Blake hisses, his hips keeping the punishing rhythm that is going to fracture my very soul.
“Oh god. Oh…yes…yes…yes,” I gasp. As my knees give way, Blake hooks his arm around my middle, holding me tight. I can hardly breathe, and my heart is practically pounding its way through my ribs.
“That’s it, Gab. That’s it. Show Kain how good I can fuck you. Show him how amazing I’ve made you feel.”
“Oh, yeah…” My voice is wispy, stolen by the crazy surge of pleasure. All I want to do is collapse on the bed and drift off into the ether, but Blake isn’t done, and Kain is still watching. I need to feel the powerful man behind me come. With the amazing piercing in his cock, I get the feeling it’s going to be an unusual experience. “Show Kain how good it feels,” I order. “Show him what he’s missing.”
Oh shit. That was really a red rag to a bull.
Blake doesn’t need any more encouragement. His fingers bruise my hips, his cock pounds into me beyond comfort. I grit my teeth, determined to take it all, desperate to give him the reward he deserves. “Harder,” I order, as my knuckles turn white from the intensity of the grip I need to absorb the ferocity of his thrusts.
“Shit,” he hisses, pulling out of me suddenly. His fist nudges into my back as he finishes himself off, removing the condom so he can come over my ass. I turn quickly, witnessing the flush of his release, taking in his glistening chest and taut muscles.
It’s a moment of pure surrender from a man who doesn’t look like he’s capable of letting his guard down. Blake is usually made up of sharp edges, dark ink, hardened muscle, and a wicked smile. Now, he seems dazed, as though he can’t believe what’s happened.
It’s hard for me to take it in, too.
My brother’s best friends, the boys I loved when I was a kid, the men I lusted after for years, have all been inside me. They’ve given me pleasure that surpasses what any other man has ever been able to achieve by miles, and in different ways that fulfill my fantasies.