Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 114337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Instinct took over.
My hand dropped from Abbie’s tits, sliding down her body until it rested on the back of Madison’s head. Heat washed over me in waves from the way Abbie fucked me with her fist, and although my vision was narrowed and hazy with pleasure, I peered at Madison.
“Look at you.” My voice came from deep in my throat. “Eating pussy like it’s your goddamn job. How does she taste?”
Madison let out a gasp. My question had both shocked and excited her, and she paused her good girl tongue just long enough to answer me. “She tastes,” she panted, “good.”
Her gaze didn’t waver from mine, and the steamy air in the shower thickened. The longer her intense stare drilled into me, the deeper it got, burrowing so far inside I had the bizarre idea that a part of her might get stuck in there forever.
Abbie’s grip suddenly felt dangerously good, so I had to take my hand off Madison’s head and use it to slow Abbie’s strokes down. I grasped her hand, guiding her to the sluggish pace I needed.
It’d be helpful if Abbie was distracted. “Put your fingers inside her,” I told Madison.
Her shoulders rose as she sucked in a deep breath, and then she moved. Was she nervous? Or just dragging out the moment? Because she slowly straightened, sitting back on her heels, and then dropped her gaze to Abbie’s bare pussy.
When she eased two fingers inside, Abbie groaned with satisfaction and her legs opened wider, pressing against mine. Since she seemed to understand the slow tempo I wanted her to jerk me off at, I let go of her hand and grabbed the inside of her knee. I dragged her leg up over mine, holding her open for Madison.
It was an invitation, which she accepted gladly.
She leaned in so she could fuck Abbie with both her mouth and her fingers.
“Good girl,” I said in a hush.
My heart stumbled when she closed her eyes. I didn’t like that she’d severed the connection between us, but—
Holy shit.
The tremble was back, making her shoulders quiver. It wasn’t because she was cold; it was a million degrees in this room and climbing. Was her tremor because of me? I wanted to test the theory.
“Give me your hand,” I blurted. “I want to taste her, too.”
Abbie pushed out a breath, maybe covering her whine over the fact I was taking Madison’s fingers away from her, but that didn’t stop Madison. She rose onto her knees and pressed her wet fingers into my mouth.
When I closed my lips around them and sucked, she was entirely unprepared for the fire that flared between us. Her eyes lidded with pleasure, and then went wide with surprise as her whole body shuddered.
She tried to pull her hand back, but I seized her wrist and held it still so I could suck every last bit of Abbie’s taste from Madison’s delicate fingers. All the while, I stared at her. Strangely, it felt like the most sexual thing Madison and I had done.
So far, my brain whispered with glee.
Did she feel the same? It looked like she wasn’t even breathing. But she started back up again when I finally released her.
“She’s right,” I said, turning to Abbie. “You do taste good.”
The faintest smile turned up the corners of her sexy mouth.
Since she enjoyed having us both focused on her, I skated my fingertips between her cleavage and down the center of her body, not stopping until the pads of my fingers discovered her clit.
One stroke of her soft, wet skin was all it took to make her squirm. But I’d promised to make her come fast, and so I glanced at Madison. “Put those fingers back inside her. Let’s make her come together.”
Madison came onboard quickly with my plan. She sank back down onto her heels and pushed her two fingers inside Abbie, burying them all the way to the knuckles. Just above her hand, I rubbed circles on Abbie’s clit.
It felt too good for her to keep her hand on my dick.
“Son of a bitch.” She let go and latched her hand on me, grabbing whatever was closest, which ended up being my forearm. “You’re going to make me come.”
This scene wasn’t anything like the first one I’d done with Madison, and yet my head was a mess like it had been then. I wanted to give Abbie an orgasm, but I was far more excited about helping Madison do it. Why the fuck was that?
“Faster,” I encouraged. “It’s easier if your palm’s up.”
She followed my direction without hesitation, turning her hand over so her palm was facing the ceiling. It allowed her to drive her fingers deeper and faster, more likely to strike Abbie’s G-spot.
I picked up my pace as well, aggressively rubbing the swollen clit beneath my fingers, and enjoyed the sound of Abbie’s moans. They were building, racing toward the finish line.