Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
I play with the button and zipper of my jeans before opening them, lifting my hips and turning around so they can see my ass. I receive groans when I pull the waist of my jeans over my ass, bending over so they can get a good look. When I turn back to look at them, Merrick and Soren are both completely nude.
Oh my fucking God, I’m going to do this.
I kick aside my jeans, still in my lingerie set as I pull Soren down on the couch and climb onto his lap.
“I think you want my pussy.” I look over my shoulder at Merrick and teasingly push out my ass. “And you want my ass.”
“Mind-reader,” Soren agrees, removing the lingerie so there is nothing between us.
Cock against pussy… waiting.
“Absolutely,” Merrick adds as he comes up behind me, takes a hold of my hair, and pulls back to expose my neck for a kiss.
It takes a few seconds to situate myself on top of Soren’s cock, his size almost hurting as I do. He stares up at me with a wicked glint in his eye. “Have you ever had two men at once?”
My entire body flushes with heat. Ever since arriving on Heathens Hollow, I’ve explored in so many different ways, but this is a first, and fear tickles my gut but is quickly replaced with lust when Merrick bites my neck and releases a moan.
As soon as Soren’s cock enters me fully, I whine. Fuck, this might be impossible to add anymore. I’m not sure I can take Merrick, too.
I try to angle myself better, dipping down so my gyrating hips can better adjust to the girth. It feels so good, little spikes of pleasure rising up my spine every time I’m spread wider with every thrust.
In the corner of my eyes, I see Merrick head over to the desk to grab something from Braken—a bottle of lube—and I know what’s going to happen now.
I feel Merrick’s hand on my hip, his grip firm as he positions himself behind me. A drizzle of cool liquid slips down between the curve of my ass cheeks. The feeling sends a shiver up my spine, and my body tenses in anticipation. Merrick’s fingers follow the path of the lube, teasing and preparing.
Soren’s eyes are locked onto mine, offering a silent assurance that he will be there to guide me through this new experience. He begins to move beneath me at a slow rhythm, allowing me to adjust not only to his size inside me but also to what’s about to follow.
Merrick’s fingers stroke and tease, and with each touch, I’m a little more relaxed, a bit more prepared. He’s patient, letting me grow accustomed to the sensation before he finally pushes a finger inside me. It’s strange and different, but not altogether unpleasant. Soren responds by pumping his hips at a slightly faster rate, pulling gasps from my lips that seem to spur Merrick on.
The hand that’s been resting on my hip moves up to grip my waist now, holding me steady as something far thicker than his finger presses against me. My heart skips in apprehension, but Merrick’s reassuring voice is in my ear. “Trust us,” he murmurs as he starts to push in.
Pain and pleasure meld, an intoxicating mix that leaves me breathless. Even as my body protests the intrusion, I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips. Soren’s rhythmic thrusts don’t falter, his eyes never leaving mine, full of dark promises. He reaches up to cup a breast in his hand, brushing his thumb over the sensitive peak and drawing another moan from me.
I clutch at Soren’s shoulders, nails digging into his skin as I hold on tightly. Soren grunts in approval, thrusting up into me as Merrick pushes deeper.
When I falter, when it becomes too much, they both still instantly. Our panting fills the room as we all take a moment to breathe. Soren grounds me with a deep kiss that has me forgetting about everything else.
“Relax, baby,” I hear Braken say from behind his desk. “Let them fuck you. Learn to love the pain.”
The sensation of being so completely filled overcomes my senses, and I’m reduced to little more than whimpers and moans. Merrick’s grip tightens on my waist, steadying my movements while Soren supports me from beneath. The burgeoning knot of pleasure coils tighter and tighter within me until I feel like I might burst.
Merrick’s thrusts grow sharper, stronger, and from the way his grip tightens on my waist, he’s as close as I am. A groan vibrates against my ear. My chest rises and falls rapidly in time with their thrusts, gasping out their names as heat floods every vein.
Soren grips my hip tighter, signaling his nearing climax with a guttural groan. His other hand leaves my breast to steady my shaky legs as the first tendrils of orgasm make themselves known to me.