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)
I can’t believe I’m seriously considering this, but… when will I ever get the chance again, judgment free? Nobody will ever know.
Curiosity has always been my downfall. I’ve never been able to turn away from something that tickled my interest. It’s what made me want to go into journalism in the first place. I can get paid for being nosy? Sign me up!
“Then you better start slow.” My voice is deep and husky as I kick off my heels.
Mack's lips are soft, but his kiss is hard. His thick beard tickles my face. I open up for him, letting his tongue find mine and chase it around until my legs wobble and my knees are weak. A hand finds one of my breasts, under my top but over my bra, exploring and teasing the nipple through the thin fabric. Another is undoing the button on my jeans, working them over my hips until they fall and pool around my feet.
Everywhere, there are hands. Touching, exploring, learning what makes me moan, while Mack kisses me stupid.
With my eyes closed and my arms wrapped around Mack's neck, I relax into the feel of six strong, rough hands stroking me. I thought it was Reaper under my shirt, but when I peek, it’s Scrapper’s hazel eyes that are watching me. Reaper is behind me, running his thumbs up my back along my spine and fisting my hair, holding me in place for them to use. My bra goes slack, unhooked by someone’s clever fingers.
“Fuck, you have nice tits. I want a shot at those before they get all messy,” growls Reaper as he watches Scrapper touch me. That gravelly sound sends excited chills through my body.
Mack spins me around, kissing my neck as he holds me to his chest and gives the others full access to my front. My bra joins my jeans on the floor and wet heat envelops one of my nipples. Scrapper has taken one into his mouth, teasing it hard with languid strokes of his tongue and sharp nips with his teeth. And then the other side is captured too.
“I think you’re all overdressed.”
They've gotten me down to just my panties, and I haven't even gotten to get a good look at them yet. If I only get one night, I’m not going to waste it being shy. I reach back for Mack's fly, using my hands to explore for it. I find his thigh, then slide my hand over. The bulge I find straining against his jeans makes me draw a surprised breath.
He chuckles, his hot breath skating over my neck while I explore the length of him, unbelieving. “Beautiful, you only had to fucking ask.”
I watch him with hungry eyes as he moves into view, my pulse thundering as Reaper cups my breasts and Scrapper slides his fingers over the front of my panties. Mack grips his shirt by the hem and peels it up over his head, baring a massive expanse of hard, tattooed flesh. He has so much ink, but it all cuts off very precisely around his wrists and collar. Does he have a job that frowns on tattoos? That would be strange for a biker, wouldn’t it? He throws his shirt aside and undoes his belt, then the button and the zipper. With a cocky grin, he pulls his pants down but leaves the boxer briefs. The way his thickness stretches the fabric has my mouth watering.
“Almost there,” he says teasingly, and points down with a finger.
Reaper and Scrapper let me slip from their touches as I step up to Mack and hook my fingers in the waistband of his boxers. I look him in his deep blue eyes as I tug the waistband out and then down, past his length. It pops out like it's spring-loaded, hard, swollen and pointing right at me. It's the biggest cock I've seen in my life. Letting go of his boxers so they can drop down his legs, I reach out to touch it.
He draws a sharp breath when I give it a little stroke, just feeling its soft texture, the thrumming bumps of his hot, blood-filled veins. Leaning forward, I wrap my fingers around his thickness, at least as far as they'll go.
“Fuck, yeah,” he hisses. He puts his hand on my shoulder, guiding me to the floor at his feet. “Put your mouth on me, beautiful.”
The low command in his voice slithers through me like hot silk. I open my lips and slide my tongue over his crown. The salty flavor of precum coats my tongue immediately. I'm not the only one here who's excited.
This isn't something I have a ton of experience with, but being the center of their attention makes me feel like I’m starring in my own personal porn video. And if I’m the star, I’m going to make this good. I swirl my tongue around him, tracing the distinct ridge of the head, and the pleased moan he lets out tells me I'm on the right track.