Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 42685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
“You feel so good, baby,” I rumbled, my palms sliding up her back. She whimpered, and Rider cursed, his hands tightening in her hair. She loved it when I praised her, whether it was her body, her pussy, or when she’d done something good. She was such a praise slut, and I couldn’t get enough of the way she reacted when she knew we were proud of her.
“Oh, fuck, my girl, I’m so fucking close,” Rider rasped, his hips jerking as he drove his cock further down her throat.
I leaned my massive body over April’s, placing my lips at her ear. She trembled as my breath fanned her ear. “Swallow everything he gives you, baby. Don’t you dare waste a drop.”
She worked Rider faster as I eased in and out of her, and when he yelled her name, spurting down her throat, our good girl swallowed all of his cum before popping him out of her mouth. He lay beneath her, panting, trying to catch his breath. April gripped his thighs, her manicured nails digging into his skin as I slowly fucked my cock into her.
“Now it’s your turn,” I told her. Gripping her hair, I turned her head to the side, licking into her mouth to taste Rider on her tongue. Then, I leaned up and gripped her hips before fucking her harder, driving my cock into her slick, swollen cunt. Her nails broke the skin on Rider’s thighs drawing blood as she cried out my name, her pussy already clenching around me.
“Tank, fuck, please,” she babbled. Rider sat up, running his fingers through her hair, knowing she was going into sensory overload. She sobbed, tears running down her cheeks. I continued driving forward, chasing my orgasm, and my dick kept brushing against that spot inside of her, my balls slapping her clit, making her come over and over again. Her pussy was strangling my cock, and it felt incredible.
“Fuck, April,” I growled. She felt so fucking good. So wet. So warm. Always so fucking needy even when she felt like she’d had too much.
“Tank,” she begged, shaking her head. I leaned over her, gripping her shoulders, forcing my weight on hers to keep her grounded as I wrenched yet another orgasm from her tired body.
“So close, darlin’,” I soothed, peppering kisses to her shoulder. “You going to let me come inside of you, fill you up?”
On a sob, she nodded, wanting it so badly even while her body was shaking. Rider leaned over her, wrapping his arms around her head as I fucked into her cunt in short, quick thrusts before exploding inside of her. I shouted her name, my eyes rolling back in my head for a moment. Tingles rushed through me, making me lightheaded.
As soon as my balls were empty, I eased out of her, and Rider tugged her up onto the bed. I quickly moved to lay with them, sandwiching her between us.
Capone was standing at the door when I looked over to see if anyone had come to check on her, a frown on his lips. “I heard her crying,” he gruffly stated, stepping further into the room, murderous intent in his eyes. My dick threatened to come alive again. Shit, Capone was hot as hell when he went into overprotective mode for our girl.
“She’s alright,” I assured him as I stroked my hand down her body while she cried into Rider’s chest. He gently shushed her. “Sensory overload. She just needs some rest.”
Capone kneeled on the bed, and I moved back a little, letting him between me and April. She rolled over, and her eyes slowly opened, glassy with tears. He ran his hand down her naked side as I draped my arm over them both, my hand resting on Rider’s hip.
“You okay, baby girl?” Capone asked softly, his hand leaving her side to cradle her tear-stained cheek.
A sleepy smile tilted her lips as her eyes fluttered shut. “So good,” she mumbled, sleep dragging her under.
I pressed a kiss to Capone’s shoulder blade—right where my name was inked into his skin. “You know we’d never let anything happen to her,” I quietly told him.
His throat clicked when he swallowed. “I worry,” he said softly. “Worry I’ll fail her again.” I knew the day he turned her away still haunted him. I had a feeling it always would. My heart clenched in my chest for him.
He thought he was protecting us.
Rider grabbed Capone’s hand, linking their fingers together. “No one can fault you for that, Capone,” Rider told him quietly, his eyes imploring Capone to believe him. “Even April doesn’t. You were trying to protect us from whatever she might have brought our way.”
Capone sighed. “Doesn’t change the fact that my choices almost got her killed.”
Rider squeezed his hand to the point their knuckles turned white against their tattooed flesh. “If she’s with one of us but she screams for you, Capone, then you should be concerned,” Rider told him. I nodded my head in agreement, even though Capone couldn’t see me. “Until then, just breathe.”