Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 130924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
Then he’s running his hands over my breasts, his head lowering and licking around the nipple at the same time that Brom is sucking my clit between his lips.
“Oh heavens,” I cry out, my hands going into Brom’s hair now and making fists.
Crane chuckles against my breast, biting my skin hard enough that I cry out, that I see stars, before he soothes the marks with his lips. Then he starts kissing up my chest, licking up my throat with abandon.
“Doesn’t it feel nice to have Brom’s head between your legs?” he asks, sucking and biting on my neck, making my back bow from the mix of pleasure and pain. “I know what it feels like, the roughness of his beard on my legs when he’s choking on my cock, when I’m sitting on his face, putting his tongue to good use. Such a talented tongue he has. Perfect for fucking.”
He raises his head off my neck, placing a tender kiss on my clavicle. “Look how handsome he is when he’s giving you pleasure.”
At that, I open my eyes and follow Crane’s gaze. Brom lifts his head from between my thighs, his beard glistening in the candlelight, eyes simmering with desire, eyeing the both of us before his mouth ravages me again.
“Look at how he adores you,” Crane breathes in my ear, and I let out a fluttering moan. “Look at how badly he wants you to come. How badly he wants to come. See his hips moving, he’s so needy and desperate that he’s trying to fuck the grass, trying to get some release. But he’s not allowed, not yet. He’s saving it all for you.”
I roll my head to the side to look at Crane beside me on the ground, his body so long and lean, every muscle tense, his cock looking impossibly large and dark.
“And what about you?” I whisper, keeping one hand fisted in Brom’s hair, the other reaching down for Crane’s cock. He inches his hips away, out of reach. “Are you saving it for me too? Or can I make you come now?”
He breaks into a grin that lights up his face, even though his eyes are still heavy with need. “Where did I even find you, my sweet girl? How did I ever get so lucky?”
Then his expression grows somber, his eyes darkening, and I don’t know what he’s thinking, but Brom’s fingers are now stroking circles around my entrance before plunging roughly inside of me.
I open my mouth to gasp at the intrusion, and then Crane’s covering mine with his, pulling me into a deep kiss while Brom adds another finger, then another. Crane moans into my mouth, his tongue fucking me with long, wide strokes, just as Brom does the same to me below with his fingers, and I’m starting to tremble, feeling a heated knot in my belly grow tighter and tighter, being slowly driven mad by mindless need.
“Oh, Kat,” Crane says against my lips, his breath hitching. He kisses me like he’s drowning and I’m the only thing keeping him afloat, but the truth is he’s pulling me down with him. We’re both sinking into each other. My hands are in Crane’s hair now, holding on and he’s doing the same to mine, and maybe it’s Brom that’s anchoring us so we don’t slide off into the void together.
“Make her come, pretty boy,” Crane commands as he pulls his mouth away from mine without breaking my gaze. His eyes are searing, his pupils so wide and black that I feel I’m still falling headfirst into the abyss. He lets go of my hair and holds my chin between his fingers, his other hand pinching my nipple hard, Brom still licking me over and over again.
“I love you,” Crane whispers to me, voice shaking, and his words, those words, it’s like I can’t breathe and even Brom pauses between my legs for just a moment.
“I love you, Kat,” Crane goes on, impassioned. “And I love him. I love both of you, want both of you, need both of you. I think I’ll die otherwise.”
I feel my chest tighten, like it’s growing too small for my heart, and I can no longer tell if it’s because Brom’s tongue is pushing me to the edge of an orgasm or Crane’s words are pushing me to the edge of love, but I’m ready to submit, I’m ready to surrender to both of them.
And then Brom’s rough mouth pushes me over the edge, and I come like a gunshot. I open my mouth to scream, but then Crane’s covering my mouth with his and I’m whimpering against his lips, my sounds swallowed. I’m thrusting my hips up at against Brom’s face, my thighs smashing together on either side of his head, his beard burning my skin. The orgasm rolls through me like a herd of horses. I’m being trampled alive, and I never want it to stop.