Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“Kid!”
Back and forth the two go, turning my pussy into a soaking wet battle ground, where small nips and licks are campaigns and long sucks and strokes are carnal crusades. Their ceaseless oscillation transposes into something so seamless that I lose track of whose mouth is exactly where and when.
Whose tongue is nestled in my deepest depths and whose is laving the stickiness smeared elsewhere.
I can’t tell which man descends lower to roll his tongue around my taut back hole.
Or which one pushes the tip of theirs inside.
Or whose fingers have joined the frenzied movements to provide additional pressure.
One leg falling off the counter and over someone’s shoulder is instantly proceeded by the other following suit.
I grab a fistful of hair from both men and completely surrender myself to the endless sea of euphoric devotion on one loud, back breaking scream. “I’m coming!”
Two sets of groans vibrate the already sensitive area in gratitude forcing my eyes to squeeze shut as I blissfully buck into every pulsation and ride their wordless adulation past the brink of dawn.
I may be what’s for breakfast, but something tells me they’ll be what’s for lunch.
Chapter 9
Nolan
Is it my funeral today or November’s?
Because I’m starting to think that the big mechanic in the sky sent these two here to kill me.
By any means necessary.
The Kid slowly whirls his tongue around the rim of my asshole for the third time, forcing my fresh out the shower, naked frame to fold further forward and ram my dick deeper into poor Rabbit’s throat.
And I say poor Rabbit like our dirty little slut doesn’t love choking on my cock.
Except that she does.
The fact that she’s on her knees, practically smiling while swallowing me, screams that she fucking does.
Sopping wet constrictions are followed by dribbles of spit spewing past the corners of her lips yet instead of simply watching them cascade down to her heaving chest, I find myself catching it with the tip of my thumb.
Lifting it to my lips.
Tasting what I taste like off her tongue.
Rabbit whimpering at the action prompts The Kid to abandon his teasing and roughly shove his wet muscle deep inside.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” skates through the cracks of my gritted teeth as I curl that same hand around my torso to grab a fist full of his hair. “That’s right, you filthy little brat.” I harshly yank him into me to ensure he stays buried in the new territory. “Be a good little filthy fuck and make Sir come down our dirty little slut’s throat.”
Groans of approval send vibrations running up my spine.
Down my tensing my calves.
Into my curling toes.
I’ve never had another person in this position.
I’ve never wanted another person in this position.
Fuck, how I even let The Kid get himself into this position to begin with is a bit of an assembly manual mystery.
One minute I’m drying my balls with a towel and the next, he’s licking drops of water out of my ass.
It’s like I fucking blinked and these two were just ready to have me.
Heat from Rabbit’s breath brushing itself against the base of my shaft encourages me to relinquish my hold on the counter and use her head for stability instead. Cradling the back of her skull, my dick is driven deeper and deeper each time he shoves his tongue past the point of the resistance.
The Kid eagerly spreads me open wider, allowing the tiniest bits of cool air to assault me in between his tongue doing the same. The unexpected shock of the cold temperature mixing with the hot not only has my balls lifting in an imploring nature, it has me ruthlessly yanking him back in place again and again and again to prevent the two sensations from continuously making my head spin. “Fuck me with your tongue like the good little filthy fuck you are.”
Ceaseless gagging from Rabbit diverts my attention to where tears are waiting on the brims of her eyes to fall.
To let the black droplets of mascara stream downward.
Paint proof that she’s not getting enough air.
That she’s suffocating on my cock.
That she loves strangling herself for me.
On me.
“Such a beautiful little slut with my dick in your throat…” I growl at the same time I propel myself forward again. “You want that cum too, don’t you, Rabbit?”
Her whimpers spark my groans to grow; however, my growing groans inspire The Kid’s to make themselves known once more against the sensitive back hole he’s determined to destroy.
Barbarically bucking back into his sloppy stabs leads to him savagely shoving the muscle in faster and faster, pushing me deeper and deeper into Rabbit’s throat to the point he’s literally using me to mouth fuck her.
The first sharp slap to my ass cheek results in my head falling backwards on an animalistic grunt while the second has me tightening the grip on both my partner’s heads.