Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
My bra goes slack. I don't know if it's Mack or Scrapper with the clever fingers this time, but it doesn't matter. It only matters that we're all here. I shake the lacy fabric off, and a little laugh escapes me at how Reaper's eyes follow the jiggle of my breasts.
Mack's shirt flies past me to land on a chair. The clink of Scrapper opening his belt buckle sounds to my left. I put both of my hands underneath Reaper's T-shirt and push it up as I slide my palms over his washboard abs and the broad planes of his chest. When it's almost to his neck, he yanks it off for me, his thick, black hair flowing as it spills back into place. I bury my face in his neck to nibble and kiss the flesh there.
Mack reaches around to capture my breasts in his big hands. They fit so perfectly into his palms, while he gently drags his thumbs back and forth over my nipples, making me tingle all over. His hardness nudges against the small of my back as he kisses the top of my head, and his thick beard brushes through my hair, tickling my scalp.
Scrapper drops into the couch next to us, achingly hard with a drop of promise glistening on the tip. He slowly strokes himself as he watches intently, like he wants a turn, but isn't sure where he fits yet, and not wanting to rush me. But Reaper needs to get his pants off anyway, so I roll off his lap and right into Scrapper’s. I push myself against him, trapping his hard length between us, so close that when I brace my hands against his strong shoulders and flex my hips, my clit rubs against the side of it. It feels nice. His hands capture my ass cheeks, helping lift me up and down against him.
Mack pulls at me from behind, so even while my hips are grinding into Scrapper, I'm arched backwards to let him continue kissing me from above. A mouth settles around my nipple, and I know Reaper's caught up, too. All four of us, together again, but it’s different than the first time. We mean something to each other now, and it feels more tender, at least for now. I’m sure things will get wild, but this is a nice way to start. And I love that even with their rough natures, they understand me well enough to see what I need. Maybe we'll make it after all.
Reaper switches breasts, his stubble scratching my skin as he makes sure I get the same treatment on both sides. Another sign that we’re alive and together. Right now, I want it all. I want to drown in their attention.
But I want something more. Something else. Pushing off, I roll out of Scrapper's lap, landing at the opposite end of the couch from where I started. I spread my legs and slide my hips towards them. “Kiss me,” I say, hoping it's obvious where I mean.
Mack drops to his knees in front of the couch with a grin. He grabs my legs just behind the knees and pushes them back until I'm almost folded in half, opening me to him. He smiles up at me with the confidence of a man who knows he's about to blow my world, then plows his tongue through my folds. It's not just his dick that's big. I swear his tongue touches every part of me at once right up until he flicks the tip over my clit, making me gasp. Then he goes right in there to do it again. I shut my eyes and just let him do his thing, riding the sensuous heat that floods me with every skilled swipe. God, he's good.
Wet warmth encircles both of my nipples. Dexterous fingers slip behind my neck and into my hair, while others trail along the back of my raised thigh and down towards my hip and the curve of my ass. When I look, there's Reaper on my left breast and Scrapper on my right, while they explore my body. One of them finds that spot right at the small of my back that makes me purr like a kitten.
They're so hard. It looks almost painful, but they aren’t rushing. They're just focusing on me. Making me feel good. I love that, but while being worshiped is nice, the joy of it is the interaction, the wonder of moving together. So I reach out to Reaper and Scrapper, taking one in each hand.
They groan at the same time, their voices vibrating against my breasts. Is that what it feels like when I hum around their cocks? I understand why they like it.
I close my eyes again, letting the sensations envelop me while I start to stroke. I love the way they pulse under my fingers, how they slicken as my palms catch their precum and spread it over their hot skin, how I swear I can feel their heartbeats pound as blood rushes through their thick veins.