Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Arousal kicks in as Lars unbuttons my jeans and pulls them down my legs. I gaze down as he gently removes my shoes before pulling my jeans over my feet. I stand naked from the waist down with two wolves I’d gladly let devour me whole.
Lars clears his throat, his voice hoarse. “Food was always an issue for me growing up—scraps I had to scrounge here or there. Eventually, I got older, and money rolled my way. I started eating Kobe beef, caviar, and all the other things I couldn’t pronounce in a world reserved for the rich, not the offspring of a strung-out strawberry. But of all the flavors I savored on my tongue, yours was my favorite.”
I yelp as Lars grips my legs and places them over his shoulders while Cain lifts me under my arms. There’s no thought other than his tongue on me. Nothing else I crave more. My eyes shut as I float from the sensation of his fingers invading me. At first, it’s gentle sweeps of his tongue, one finger thrusting into me with ease. My moans accelerate, and he adds two more fingers, filling me.
“Lars,” I whisper as my hips thrust toward his mouth. “Please.”
Cain nips my earlobe, the fabric of his mask teasing my skin. “I enjoy hearing you beg, Tinkerbell. Remember when I had you on your knees, tongue out, ready to gag on my cock? You look so pretty like this. Open, dirty, and real. You can wear that good girl shell for the world, but we’ll always know what you are. Tell him what you want, Tinkerbell.”
“Keep going, please,” I whimper.
Cain laughs as he pulls me off Lars and tosses me on the sofa. That’s the thing about Cain. His large stature and demanding nature in the bedroom make him unmatched by any dominant I’ve been with.
Most of them played a game, an act they put on to appear bigger, badder, and alpha, but they were little boys desperate to play grown-up games. Once they were alone with me, they were too scared to deliver on the various promises they made.
“Take it all off,” Cain orders.
Without hesitation, I grip the hem of my T-shirt, whip it over my head, and toss it on the floor.
“All of it, Tinkerbell,” Cain says, eyeing my bra. “I’ve dreamt about those big tits.”
My hands shake, and my mouth salivates with pent-up desire. My gaze wanders to their dicks as I unclasp my bra.
Lars steps forward, his palm rubbing his crotch. “You like what you see, Billie Goat?”
I lick my lips and nod.
“You want a taste, don’t you?”
I nod again, too dumbfounded to utter words. All I can think about is being between them again.
“Bet all those men you’ve fucked never compared.”
Fuck, no. They didn’t know how to fuck me.
I don’t know what they’re playing at, but this is torture.
Cain rips off his belt and folds it in half. “Open your legs wide, Tinkerbell.”
I want to resist his orders, tell him to go to hell, but my pussy is a fucking slut, and my legs open so she can expose herself. I’m so wet and horny that I’m pretty sure they could walk me down the hall, get me to knock on every hotel room, and expose myself to random strangers.
A scream echoes from my throat as Cain smacks me directly on my clit without warning. The pain throbs, and a sense of calm takes over.
When we were younger, I went to Cain, begging him to spank me. I dropped my pants, splayed over his knee, and let him slap my ass until it was red and swollen. For days, it hurt so badly that it was impossible to sit without discomfort.
As fucked up as it is, that he remembered I’m a little pain slut makes me feel precious.
“Such a perfect little pain slut,” Cain says as he strikes me again, this time on the inside of my thigh. “You’re the only girl who handles pain. Most cry at a little slap on their ass, but not you, Tinkerbell. I could make your body black and blue and you’d beg for more.”
Lars climbs over me to straddle my throat. My lips part for him, allowing his dick to slip into my mouth. He grips my hair, and I moan at the burning pain in my scalp. I gaze up, and he smiles as he slaps me across the face so hard it will leave a mark. Fuck, I missed this. I’m not sure if other men are incompetent or if I’m so comfortable around these two that I can let go easily. Lars and Cain can flop me around like a rag doll, and I’ll still open my mouth and ask for more.
Lars pounds into my mouth over and over, cutting off my air supply. His rage is palatable with every thrust of his hips. He yanks my hair back and forth without gentleness, letting me know I’m about to be fucked like I don’t matter.