Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
My heart drops. I look to Milo uncertainly, but he doesn’t say anything.
“Do you want to see her come?” Jonathan asks. “You want to see this perfect fucking girl writhing in pleasure?”
Milo nods slowly and my heart takes flight. His hot gaze is locked on me. He reaches for me and palms my tit the way Jonathan did a moment ago, then he gently grabs me and pulls me down so my head is lying across his lap.
Jonathan follows his lead, pulling off my leggings and dragging my legs up on the couch so I’m lying completely on it, Milo’s lap my pillow.
I like lying here because I can watch him and make sure this is all right with him. Then I like it more because while Jonathan fingers my pussy, Milo plays with my tits and pets my curls.
“Is this okay?” I ask him softly.
Milo nods, bringing his hand in to caress my face. “I want you to feel good. No shame. I never want you to feel that.”
“Spread your legs, pretty girl,” Jonathan commands. “Show me that perfect pussy.”
I’m shy about it, but I look to Milo for permission, and when he nods, I part my thighs.
“So fucking tempting. How am I supposed to resist having a taste?” Jonathan bends to kiss the inside of my thigh, peering up at me with his piercing blue eyes. “Your pussy is perfect, do you know that? Every part of you is fucking perfect. There’s not a single thing either one of us would change.”
I look up at Milo, my heart feeling strangely full. Milo smiles a gentle, reassuring smile and starts playing with my lips.
Oh, I’m so happy.
I don’t even really know why. I don’t have time to process it.
Jonathan alternates between tenderness and greedy roughness as he kisses the insides of my thighs, and Milo sinks a finger into my mouth. My lips seal around him gratefully. I suck, wishing he’d let me have his cock, but I’m still not sure he’s convinced I’m not breakable. Jonathan is, obviously. Maybe now he’ll see.
Jonathan’s mouth latches onto my pussy and I gasp, starting to pull away, but he tightens his arms around my thighs, keeping me anchored there. “Don’t you fucking move. I’m enjoying myself.”
My tummy thrills, then drops. His tongue moves inside me, and I look up at Milo, sucking on his finger harder as my body arches.
“Fuck, Kennedy,” he grumbles, pulling his finger out of my mouth and sliding it down to touch my tits.
I love his hands on me, but I need to do something for him. “Give it back. Please.”
His fist tightens in my hair. I can feel the tension building in his body as he wraps my wild curls around his knuckles.
“Please, Milo,” I say softly, gasping as Jonathan flicks my clit with his tongue. “Or your cock, just please, I need to—” I gasp, my body arching as Jonathan hits a particularly sensitive spot again and again, sending jolts of pleasure straight through me. “Please.”
Milo shakes his head slowly, licking his lips, but his will is made of fucking steel. “This is for you,” he says, gently squeezing my tit. “This is about your pleasure, not mine.”
He caresses the side of my face next and I nuzzle into his big, perfect hand. “But I want to please you.”
“You do please me,” he assures me, stroking my face. “You please me every day just by being you. You please me right now by letting yourself feel pleasure. Letting me watch you.” His massive hand closes over my tit and I thrill at the friction of my nipple against his palm. “Christ, Kennedy, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
Jonathan’s words filled me up, but Milo’s single, solitary sentence uttered so meaningfully pushes me over the edge. Between that and Jonathan’s skillful tongue teasing my clit, searing pleasure bursts open inside of me, wiping my mind completely clear of thoughts. I grab onto Milo as pleasure ripples through me, my body shuddering in the wake of that orgasm.
I wait for Jonathan to rise up or Milo to tug me off the couch and take me upstairs, but instead, Jonathan tells me what a good girl I am, then he pushes two fingers into me.
My hazy gaze drifts to Milo and I see the fire in his eyes. He’s turned on, and when he grabs my tit, he’s a little less gentle.
“We’re not done with you yet, pretty girl,” Jonathan says. I’ve barely recovered from the last orgasm, but he latches onto my pussy again, and instantly, pleasure swirls around me.
I’m lost adrift in a sea of pleasure as they play with me, but not just physical pleasure. My whole being is happy.
Last night, Jonathan accessed sexual parts of me, but Milo has access to each and every part. It’s up to him which parts are open for business, or how I’m feeling about what’s happening. He’s the master of my body and my heart, and I’d rather die than hurt him.