Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Alistair zips down his pants underwater. “Fuck her, Dylan,” he whispers, licking the rim of my lips. “Take her hard while I watch.”
“Fuck yes,” Dylan groans, and he shoves inside with no mercy.
He’s already hard, ready to go again, and I’m helpless against the onslaught of desire flooding my body when these boys start to ravage me.
Dylan in the back, thrusting in and out of me, the butt plug adding to the sensations, while Alistair greedily kisses my lips and tugs at my nipples.
My arms instinctively wrap around his neck, wanting to get closer. But when he pulls back, my lips are still puckered, desperate for more, but all he does is smirk and tug harder on my peaked nipples until I moan out loud.
“That’s it, little whore, scream for us,” Dylan murmurs into my ear, rolling me over his bulge on his lap.
God, I’ve never done anything more fucked up and erotic in my life, and I’m here for it all.
“Harder,” Alistair tells Dylan, and he picks up the pace. Alistair gazes at Dylan over my shoulder, their eyes connecting as he leans in and begins to rub his tip against my clit.
“Fuck yeah, that’s it, pleasure her with your dick,” Dylan groans, still inside me.
Alistair is really getting into it, sliding his length up and against all my sensitive parts.
And I can’t believe I’m being two-manned right now.
Alistair begins to moan against my cheek, his size throbbing against me, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. Men don’t usually moan for me.
Until I open my eyes and realize he’s looking at Dylan.
I lose grip, and Dylan suddenly flops out of me, his length rubbing my mound.
Only for Alistair to grab ahold of his shaft and rub his own against it.
Holy fucking shit.
Are they … frotting?
I glance at Dylan over my shoulder, but his gaze perpetually flicks between me and Alistair until he places his chin on my shoulder, and Alistair leans in to kiss him full on the lips.
Fuck.
This is why they gawk at each other every time they’ve used me.
They want each other too.
Is this why Alistair said he wanted to know “why it’s me,” and that he understood now?
Was I ... between them?
With two hands, Alistair has a grip on both their dicks, jerking both of them off at the same time underneath me, rubbing them against me with everything he has. All while I’m still between them.
“Fuck yes, Ali, jerk me off against her. Cover her in filth,” Dylan murmurs, and Alistair goes even faster.
Their moans set my body on fire in ways I never thought possible.
Suddenly, Alistair pushes both his tip and Dylan’s into my pussy.
I gasp, but he covers my mouth with his as they both push inside farther, deeper, burying themselves to the hilt.
Two in one.
Fucking hell.
I never thought it could fit.
But I need it. Good God, I need it so fucking much.
“See? You can take it, little slut,” Dylan whispers into my ear as they both fuck me like madmen.
Our twisted moans mingle into one as I start gyrating on top of them both while Alistair alternates kissing Dylan and me, and I can taste them on my tongue, feel them inside me, twisting, knotted, thrusting inside me with every inch of throbbing flesh until both of them release themselves inside me with a howl and a groan.
My pussy thumps, and Alistair rubs me until I finish with them still inside me.
When they pull out, their cum bubbles to the surface, and Alistair dips down to literally scoop some of it up with his tongue. Then he smashes his lips onto mine, forcing me to taste them together.
And fuck me, it’s making me want to have another go.
“Swallow it all, slut,” Dylan groans behind me.
Suddenly, someone clears their throat. “Having fun?”
ALISTAIR
I tear away from Penelope’s lips, an unfamiliar voice pulling my attention.
Two guys stand at the edge of the spring, staring us down like they own the fucking place with their hands on their sides. And Dylan does not seem amused.
“What the fuck do you want?” Dylan growls.
Penelope clutches me tightly, hiding her naked body behind mine when I spin around to face them.
“Sorry, this water’s taken,” I say, quickly tucking my dick back inside my pants and zipping up.
One of the guys, the pretty one with the chiseled face, snorts. “I wouldn’t want to step in that pool of death if I was offered a million fucking bucks for it.”
“Oh, fuck no.” Dylan pushes Pen aside and walks to the middle of the spring to confront them, all in his bare naked ass. “You got beef with me? Just because I’m fucking around?”
“No.” The big, muscled guy folds his arms. “I’m wondering if she’s the girl worth dying over.”
Penelope shivers behind me. “What are they talking about? Who are they?”