Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
“Harder!” I tell my clients. “Please! Harder!”
“We’ll tear you to shit if we fuck you harder,” Eric says, his breaths shallow as he pounds me.
“I don’t care,” I say. “I want to be gaping. I want to be used. I want to earn every fucking penny, so fuck me! Fuck my ass with everything you’ve got!”
What a filthy invitation, and oh, how they use it.
I’m pummelled to all hell by my two clients, using their huge cocks like weapons and stretching my asshole like a torn up tunnel. I might be burning, swollen, pink and bloody, but I’m loving every filthy second.
That’s the truth.
I love it.
I love being the slut that they deserve.
It’s an explosion of epic proportions when they finally reach their peak and come inside me.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I’m surprised I can brave the pain of the aftermath when they pull out and help me to lie down.
“Are you alright?” Eric asks me with a look of genuine concern on his face, but I’m smiling through the high.
“Yes, thank you. I’ll survive. And if I don’t, what a way to go.”
“Please, don’t even think of being fatalistic.” Eric laughs. “We’re hoping to book you for at least a million more proposals before you pass away.”
It takes me a few minutes to recover enough to risk even the slightest bit of movement, but I do ok when I face it – with help from Eric and Jack, of course. Such gentlemen. They make sure I’m up and steady before letting me stand on my own two feet.
“There,” I say. “I’ll survive. No big deal.”
Jack smirks at that. “Is that a challenge for us to fuck you harder next time?”
I wink. “Maybe. Let’s see, shall we?”
We down the rest of the bottle of champagne in the afterglow, but I don’t stay long – giving them a kiss and a hug, and a see you again before I waddle away on my stilettos, clenching my teeth against the pain. I have to lower myself into the cab so slowly that the driver gives me a tut and a shake of the head, but that’s tough. I’ll throw him a tip as a bonus.
My five-star review has already landed when the cab turns the corner towards Belgravia. I get a glow of pride as I read Eric’s words.
Incredible. Just incredible. This girl is the finest in the business, and her ass was a dirty flower from heaven. Such a pleasure to tear up and leave her gaping.
Holly, you are a vixen, a tease, a wanton whore, and our dream girl.
We’re so happy you make our perfect duo a filthy trio in the most needily filthy of ways.
I get a notification on my banking app when the payment comes in, and find that Eric and Jack have given me an extra thousand pounds as a bonus. I get another bout of flutters as I see the balance. So many emotions.
Pride. Lust. Pain. Happiness. Gratitude.
Love – for my job.
But not morning after syndrome.
My true love is waiting back home for me.
I look up at the Belgravia towers when they come into view, and the butterflies fluttering inside me this time feel greater than ever before.
I can’t wait to tell Josh what I’ve been up to and take advantage of the aftermath. We’ll be playing right the way through until dawn.
And I wouldn’t put it past my filthy boyfriend to actually have a dessert spoon waiting.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Two days of rest and recuperation. That’s what it’s taken me to get over Jack and Eric’s phenomenal cock attack.
Josh has been a superstar, looking after me like I’m suffering with the flu, not recovering from a savage anal battering. I’ve had meals in bed, and long, afternoon Netflix sessions while he’s been resting next to me, and hot foamy baths that he’s prepared and lowered me into, like a fairy princess.
What a guy.
Plus, he’s been spoiling my clit while my ass and pussy are recovering. He cleaned me up when I got back from my proposal, lapping up Jack and Eric’s cum and digging his tongue in as far as it would go. And then, when the taste was all eaten up, my gorgeous boyfriend fucked my sore pussy to stake his claim. Slowly. Deeply. Possessively.
I’m so proud of you, he’d said afterwards as he read my review, and I grinned at him like I was the cat who got the cream.
Hmm, love is a wonderful thing. Josh is definitely husband material.
And now it’s time to show that I might well be wife material…
I’m meeting Josh’s family for lunch in two hours’ time, and I’m absolutely shitting myself.
“They are going to love you,” he assures me yet again as I put on one of my most glitzy necklaces. I’m still my gothic self, but I’m trying to go a little bit posh with it. I have one of my fitted black evening dresses on, with a short velvet jacket and strikingly high black heels, and my catflicks are accentuated by especially thick fake lashes, offset by pale pink lipstick. I smooth down my dress as I check myself in the mirror for the hundredth time.