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)
It’s the angling of my ass high enough for The Kid to join us that requires me to smash my hard nipples against Sir’s chest and tangle my arms tightly around his neck for stability.
“What a pretty little whore,” Nolan rumbles against my earlobe, attention plastered over my shoulder where Kipp’s dick is inching deeper inside. “You look so fucking beautiful with both of us in you.”
My sopping wet muscles instantly swell in gratitude over the crude compliment forcing both men to growl louder but The Kid to pant, “Fuccckkkk, I’m not gonna last long like this.”
“You’ll last until I tell you not to,” Sir slyly states, hands relocating to spread my cheeks wide. “Now, be a good boy and fuck her into me.”
Kipp’s hands swiftly latch onto Nolan’s shoulder at the same time he ruthlessly thrusts forward. Screams initially fly through the air yet become buried in the back of the couch cushion due to The Kid using a fistful of my hair faceplant me into it.
Unrelenting pumps, pierce my ass, perpetually pulling the under used muscles further and further apart, sparking a blissful burning that sets every nerve ending in my body on fire.
Each barbaric jerk is attached to a gritted teeth grunt that’s instantaneously reciprocated by Sir. He repeatedly digs his fingers into my bouncing cheeks to keep me pinned between them, to keep me absolutely under their control.
Their whims.
Their nonexistent mercy.
I’m unremittingly slammed into Sir who simply remains still.
Lets our boyfriend ravenously get him off by using me to do all the steady stroking.
Continuously being fucked forward has my clit callously being caressed over and over, a sensation that calls to my toes to curl and my thighs to tense and my teeth to sink into the couch while desperately trying to hold onto the climax I’m more than ready to surrender.
“Fuckmeeee, can you feel that shit?” Sir crassly investigates. “Can you feel how bad she wants our fuckin’ cum?” My sopping wet pussy constricts further. Does its best to drown his dick while my ass attempts to swallow Kipp’s. “Is that what you want?” He suddenly delivers a sharp slap to my backside. “Is our cum dumpster ready for another load?”
I practically wheeze around my quivers, “Ohmyg-”
Kid’s harsh yank of my hair severs the word. “Our. Names.” It’s impossible to ignore how his shaft swells during the command. “You fucking call our names when you come, baby.”
“Sirrrrrr!” leaves my throat in the highest pitch possible as my slick muscles begin to pulsate, creaming his cock. “Sirrrr! Sirrr!” Throwing myself into the delectable throbbing, determined to ride the wave of the first orgasm directly into the next is accompanied by more screeching. More carnal crying. “Kiddddd!”
“Fuck,” is quietly barked under Kipp’s breath.
“Fill her up,” Nolan demands in tandem with completing his order. “Our dirty little slut needs to drip from both ends.”
Blazing hot bursts barbarically blast into me from two locations. Regardless of technically being separate, split by the thinnest amount of skin, the heavy splashes knock into one another causing an ongoing oscillation of surges that don’t end until cum is not only leaking from both holes but being smeared across my body like warpaint.
Because these are my warriors
And our relationship is absolutely something to keep fighting for.
Chapter 3
Nolan
There are very few words I wanna read when I get out of the shower.
Come fuck me.
Can I blow you?
Want a beer?
You hungry?
But there’s a set I never wanna see, especially not on The Kid’s fucking birthday.
Garcia: We have a problem.
No.
I can’t have a problem.
Not today.
Not today of all fucking days.
It was bad enough I wasn’t around for most of the deathaversary of his mom because I was workin’ and tryin’ to figure out how the fuck, we transition our apartment from bachelor roommates to no partners left behind, but I can’t not be here for his actual birthday.
He needs this.
He needs me.
And he’s gonna fucking have me, even if it means the rest of the world has to burn while he does.
Loud moans unexpectedly flood the air convincing me to abandon the phone on the counter, adjust the towel around my waist, and head toward the familiar sound.
And fuck…is that shit delicious.
I swear any morning I wake up with that shit I don’t need coffee.
One of them coming and then thinking about one of them coming is better than any boost of caffeine.
Due to our doorless situation – which will remain that way for the time being – getting a view of the scene is instant.
Seeing Rabbit angled towards the bathroom, sitting on The Kid’s face with his feet flat on the mattress, naked tits lightly bouncing as she rides his tongue and strokes his cock not only has my dick demanding we join in on whatever birthday festivities are in motion, but to take fucking control.