Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Bear's hot tongue flicks over my clit, the sudden sensation nearly launching me out of the couch. Or it would have if they weren't holding me in place. Instead, all they get is a sharp gasp. He swipes the broad side through my folds, savoring every part of my pussy exactly like the meal he promised to make of me. I moan and clench my thighs around him, but his grip is too strong to break. And then he does it again.
“Guys…” I'm not even sure what I want to say. Tell them to stop? No way. To be gentle? I know that's not their style either. Then Bear dips his tongue into me.
Beg for more, that’s it.
Viking moves down, the braids in his beard tickling my skin like fuzzy fingers, until he takes a nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirls around it, teasing it into a pebble, before he sucks. A different kind of tingle swells up deep in my chest.
“Wait!” We both realize what just happened. “Oh no, I'm sorry, I didn’t mean—”
He laughs. “I don't fucking care. Should’ve known better, right? Now shut the fuck up about making excuses for something that's just part of you.” And then he's right back down there, being a little more careful, but flicking one nipple with his fingers and teasing the other with his tongue. I wasn’t sure I’d ever enjoy this kind of attention again, but I want to weep with how good it feels to be worshiped by the two of them.
Bear pushes my legs up with his gigantic hands gripping the backs of my thighs, opening me up to him. His tongue dances in intricate patterns, like he's writing a letter with it. The nerve endings in my nipples and clit are having a meeting somewhere halfway between, making my stomach surge like I'm riding a high speed elevator.
I run my fingers through Viking's wild hair, gripping it tight to guide his head as he worships me with his mouth. Between the two of them, it isn't long before I’m riding Bear's mouth as my core grows tight and my breaths come in ragged gasps. I shut my eyes tight and claw at Viking's scalp as my back arches and my toes curl. The backs of my eyelids flash white and I explode all over Bear's face. He holds me tight as his masterful tongue keeps fluttering all the way through my orgasm, until I slump heavily on the couch, catching my breath.
“Fuck, that was hot,” says Viking.
I open my eyes, one at a time. Bear's looking up at me, his bright hazels glinting and looking very proud of himself. His beard is matted and dark with wetness, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
“Oh no. I didn't mean to—”
“Really? Because I fucking did. Fucking delicious.” He emphasizes it by leaning forward real quick and swiping his tongue through me again, making me jump and squeal.
“Too sensitive!”
He laughs, but leaves my poor pussy be, instead caressing the insides of my thighs with his rough fingers.
A belt buckle clicks and with a thunk, Viking lets his pants drop to the floor. He's so erect it looks painful, his huge cock pointing right at me. “You'd better be fucking ready for round two.”
“Oh,” I say simply as I reach out. My fingers can't close fully around his thickness, but he hisses in pleasure when I try.
“Fuck yeah.” He moves closer, pointing himself at my lips. “Make it wet.” With his monster right there making me hungry, I'm barely aware of Bear getting naked too, but when he gets close on the other side of me and encourages my other hand to grab him, there's no ignoring his magnificent cock. I stroke him while I let Viking push himself into my mouth.
He tastes of sweat and musk, smooth skin and a hint of saltiness as precum drips on my tongue. I close my lips around the swollen head, his thickness making it difficult not to scrape him with my teeth. He groans when I suck on it. Bear starts using my hand to jerk himself off. I'm trying, but I can only concentrate on so much at once.
Viking pulls out of my mouth. I lean forward, trying to recapture him but don't get far before Bear puts a big hand on my head and redirects me. His cock is even thicker than Viking's and my nostrils flare as I breathe around him. It’s all I can do to swirl my tongue around the back of the head.
“Fuck,” he groans in a drawn-out sigh.
I only get a moment to reflect on the subtle differences between their two slick cocks before they switch again, guiding my head back onto Viking. Then back to Bear. They take turns dipping themselves into my mouth, giving me a few moments to pleasure them, before I'm made to switch again. Their moans grow louder with every swap.