Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 39930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Stellan slipped his fingers between her legs and through her cleft. “Mmm, querida, you’re so wet.”
As if to emphasize his point, he thrust two thick fingers into her. The sound of his digits sliding through her slickness was heady and intense. When he pulled them free, she groaned, which had the cock in her mouth jerking.
Even though her jaw ached, her body wanted more, so much more. Stellan placed a leg between hers and pushed them apart until they were spread as wide as they’d go.
“Stellan, eat her pussy out and tell me how she tastes.”
He let go of her hair.
Oh. God. His hot breath tickled her folds right before his mouth latched onto her. His tongue speared through her slit, lapping at her wetness and groaning against her. It was too much, too intense. She was going to come.
“If you come, I’ll whip that pretty ass until it’s pink and tender,” Dietrich said through gritted teeth. She pulled away and sucked in a lungful of air.
“Please, Sir.” She moaned when Stellan reached around her and rubbed her clit back and forth. “I…” A harsh groan left her, and she tilted her head back further. “I’m going to come if Mr. Alfonso keeps doing that.”
Calling them those titles should have felt strange, but in retrospect, it made her more aroused knowing she was surrendering to them. She had to brace her hands on the ground for support when he moved his finger on her clit harder and faster.
“No, baby. You will not let go yet.” Dietrich lifted her head and guided his erection back to her mouth. “Now, if you stop sucking my cock again, I will punish you.” Blythe renewed her efforts on him with much difficulty. It was hard to focus on one task when Stellan was between her thighs doing amazingly torturous things to her.
Her legs shook with the force of holding off her orgasm. She braced her hands on his thighs and bobbed her head up and down, taking every last inch of him into her mouth.
“She tastes so fucking good, Sir.” Stellan’s words vibrated against her slit, and she jerked. God, she was going to get off, and there was no way to stop it.
As if the heavens answered her unspoken prayers, Stellan pulled away. His wet mouth trailed up her back and stopped by her ear. His hot breath slid across her cheek, and she could smell herself on him. The blindfold was suddenly removed, and Dietrich’s cock slipped free from her mouth.
Blythe blinked a few times to clear her vision. Stellan’s chest was pressed against her back, and his cock slid between the folds of her ass. Dietrich moved away and sat in one of the leather chairs in the corner.
The shadows shrouded him partially, but not enough that she didn’t see him grip his cock and start to stroke it. There was something deliciously sexy about him still wearing his suit while he stroked himself and watched her.
“Go on, Stellan, fuck our pretty little sub. Dominate her to your liking.” If she wasn’t staring right at him, watching him pleasure himself, his voice would have made her believe he was unaffected.
Stellan’s hand found her hair again, wrapped it in a tight fist, and pulled her head back. “On all fours, querida.”
Gone was the soft spoken, darkly handsome man that she had grown weak for. In his place was a Dom, one she dreamed of having between her thighs.
“You’ll look at Sir while I fuck this pussy.” Two fingers speared into her, and her mouth opened in pleasurable shock. The shadows cast a slash across the lower half of Dietrich’s face, hiding him from her view.
His eyes were visible, and they pierced her, even through the darkness. Stellan pumped those digits in and out, bringing her closer to completion, but right as she’d exploded around him, he pulled free from her body.
Sucking in a deep breath, she forced her eyes to stay open, as if Dietrich himself willed her so. Stellan fucked her with his fingers again and again until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, and couldn’t see straight.
“Please, Stellan.” As soon as his name left her lips, she knew she had broken the rules. It had just been a slip of the tongue during her pleasure, but the air stilled, and Stellan tensed behind her.
“What did you call me, girl?” Stellan tightened his hand in her hair, and she gasped as pain sliced through her.
“I’m sorry, Sir. It just came out.” The pain in his touch started to slowly morph into pleasure, and she hummed in her desire. She smelled her musky scent before she saw his fingers.
He ran the pads over her lips and growled out, “Open for me, querida.”
Blythe did so immediately, and he plunged his fingers into her mouth. “Suck your cream off.” His words were clipped and short, but the hard length pressed against her ass told her his arousal was strong.