Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Hugo’s crown teases in and out, slowly. It’s torture, but I understand the need to take his time. A woman isn’t designed to fit two dicks inside her at once.
If a woman can have a baby, surely she can take two large cocks.
A vagina was meant to stretch and change shape.
“Fuck,” Hugo hisses. “Fuck, this is intense.”
Spencer growls beneath me, biting my jaw and then my ear. It must feel good for him too, another slick cock rubbing up against his.
Droplets of sweat from Hugo drip onto my back. His hold on my hip is painful. Bruising. I’ll have another reminder of this moment. A grin tugs at my lips even as Spencer bites at my bottom one.
Pain burns hot as my body slowly stretches. Hugo pours more and more lube all over us, making everything slick. His other hand presses down onto my back, forcing me against Spencer, sandwiched between them.
And then he thrusts.
Shallow at first, but it’s enough to make me scream.
From pain? Pleasure? Both?
He doesn’t stop. He goes deeper. Harder. And then they’re both moving—in and out, going opposite ways as the other. It’s painful and also the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt.
“Fuck, you’re perfect, Love,” Hugo snarls, hips relentlessly ramming forward now that he’s found his way inside. “Taking two big dicks at once. Fucking amazing.”
“Our sexy little slut,” Spencer rumbles. “Not satisfied unless her cunt is stuffed by her daddy and brother.”
Their words are dizzying. Wrong but oh-so-right.
I’m lost to the sensation of them. It’s more than I ever could have imagined for myself. I don’t want it to end. I want to stay with them forever. Just like this.
“C-Come inside me,” I choke out. “I want to feel you both coming.”
Hugo thrusts harder, as does Spencer. We’re all sweaty and moaning and panting. It’s messy and beautiful. And then I feel it. Pulsing. Throbbing. Wet heat flooding inside me. I’m not sure who came first, but both dicks are vibrating, releasing spurt after spurt of cum. Something about the forbidden feeling coupled with the sensation sends another wave of ecstasy rippling through me.
I’m not sure if it’s an orgasm of the body or the soul.
Regardless, I tremble and quake, long after they both pull out of me. Long after I’m cleaned up with a towel. Long after I’m wearing both their sweaty arms across my chest as I stare up at the ceiling.
I may tremble forever.
Hugo’s lips find my scar and he kisses it. “No one can ever know about this, Love. You hear me, Spencer? No one.”
“Not going to tell everyone I had a threesome with my dad,” Spencer grumbles.
Hugo winces and I laugh. A river of cum runs out of me, soaking the towel that’s been placed beneath me.
“Not even Dempsey,” Hugo says. “I know he suspects something, but it doesn’t mean he needs details or even confirmation. Understood? No one can know what we three get up to behind closed doors.”
“So this wasn’t a one-time thing?” Spencer taunts.
Hugo sits up and arches a brow at him. “I don’t know how we could possibly stop at this point.”
I run my fingers through Hugo’s hair and then my other through Spencer’s. “We can’t. I refuse to. I’ll take this secret to my grave if I have to, but I won’t ever give you two up.”
They both relax at my sides.
They won’t give me up either.
Days pass by in a blur. I’ve had more sex in the past few days than I’ve had all month. Hugo and Spencer are insatiable. Sometimes they fuck me individually—at night in Spencer’s bed or behind Hugo’s closed office door while at work. Most often, they corner me after dinner, the three of us coming together in a way absolutely no one would approve of. I’m raw and sore between my legs, but my heart has never felt so healed and full.
The movie we’re watching is a dumb sci-fi flick with bad CGI. I’m not here for the movie, though. I’m curled up in Hugo’s lap, lazily playing with the hair at his nape while Spencer rubs my feet. Together, like this, I’m the happiest. It feels complete.
My phone buzzes and I look down at it.
Tasha: Harold is threatening everyone’s jobs again.
I smirk, thinking about Aunt Tasha still all bandaged up and laid up in a hospital bed. I’ve been by just about every day to see her. Now that she’s stable and healing, she’s been her usual demanding self. And Harold, her doting old man husband, has been valiantly fighting her battles for her. For everyone who said she married him for his money, they don’t know the real Harold and Tasha. Those two love each other immensely.
Me: I’m surprised Harold hasn’t bought the hospital just to fire everyone on the spot for grins and giggles.
Tasha: Don’t tempt him. I’ll be able to go home soon, though. The hospital should be safe.