Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Jen squeezed her thighs together, unable to hide her reactions from him. “And I wanted to know what those lips would feel like on my body. You’re both so beautiful together.”
He shook his head, a short laugh escaping his throat. “We’re not beautiful.”
“Speak for yourself,” Trick joked. He ran his hand down Declan’s torso and stomach, wrapping his fingers around his thick shaft. “I’m stunning.”
“You are,” Jen sighed, unable to stop her hand from gliding over his hip. “Declan, I can see why he makes you wild. He looks so lean and dangerous. Like he can’t be tamed.”
Declan groaned at her words and reached out to grip her ponytail, pulling the band out so her hair tumbled to her shoulders. His fingers threaded through it while his hips pumped forward into Trick’s firm grip.
“That’s better.” His lashes lowered and he looked down at the hand stroking him. “God, that’s good.”
Jen loved his hand in her hair, but when it left her to pull Trick in for another, deeper kiss, she didn’t mind at all. She was as lost in it as they were. This kiss was all Declan. He was hungry, eating at Trick’s mouth as if he were trying to consume him, his other hand covering the one on his shaft and increasing the pressure.
He needed more.
“I think Trick loves your mouth as much as I do.” She smiled when Trick moaned in agreement. She traced her fingers over Declan’s hard thigh. “I bet he begs when you wrap those full, sexy lips over his cock.”
Declan leaned back and looked into Trick’s eyes. “She wants to hear you beg, Tristan.”
“God,” Trick breathed when the professor smiled.
“You did tell me to indulge her.” He gripped Trick’s erection and positioned himself on his hands and knees in front of him, his mouth opening over his lover’s erection.
Jen licked her lips, watching Trick react to Declan’s talented mouth. She knew how skilled he was. How greedy. From the sounds Trick was making and the flex of his sexy behind, he was just as spun as she’d been by Professor Hot Lips.
“If you want me to beg, Declan, you’ll have to—Fuck. Yes, like that. Please, damn you.” Trick gripped Declan’s hair with white knuckles. “You said you’d take your time. So take it. Don’t fucking stop.”
She slid her hand between her legs, shuddering with desire as she watched Declan take his time. His thick lashes brushed his cheeks and his lips were stretched wide as he lowered them again and again to the base of Trick’s cock. He took it all, and Trick was an impressive looking man.
He was growling low, but the expression on his face was almost blissful as he gave Trick what he wanted. He loved him. Loved pleasing him. Loved making him beg.
“Yeah,” Trick moaned. “Don’t stop now, babe. I’m nearly there.”
So was she. She moaned when she slid one finger inside her and his lashes fluttered. She saw one hand lift off the floor and reach toward her. What did he want?
“Jen,” Trick gasped. “Come join us.”
She moved closer until she could reach out and touch them and Declan growled again, pulling them down so he was lying on his side. He gripped her hand and placed it on his thick shaft, groaning raggedly at her touch.
“Suck his cock, Jen,” Trick rasped. “He needs you.”
Yes, she thought crawling close and lowering her mouth to lick the head of his cock. Her eyes closed. God, he tasted good. She took him in greedily, mimicking what he was doing to Trick. Both men moaned in reaction.
“God, Declan—Jen, whatever you’re doing don’t stop… Fuck, that’s good. So good, babe.”
Holding Declan with one hand while she sucked him, she slipped the other back between her thighs. She was so hot. Aching. She wanted to watch Trick’s face as he came. Wanted to watch Declan pin Trick down again and claim him.
Wanted them both inside her.
“Yes. Please, babe. Yes.”
Trick came chanting Declan’s name and jarring them all with the thrust of his hips. Jen took more of Declan, loving the male, salty taste of him, her fingers rubbing her clit as she got closer to her own climax.
I want to make you come, Declan. I want to please you.
She sensed Trick move away to collapse with one last, deep groan and then Declan was in motion and she was on her back with her knees pressed against her shoulders. Trick handed him a condom.
Yes. Please. Finally. “Declan?”
His expression was feral, hungry, but he didn’t saw a word. He was staring into her eyes as he rolled his condom on with one hand and guided his erection inside her.
“Oh God.” Jen cried out as he filled her slowly, her tight muscles giving way to his unrelenting cock. Her position made her helpless to do anything but take him. She wanted all of him. She wanted more. “You’re…Oh God, Declan, please.”