Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 100545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
He was incapable of thinking straight by the time Drake added more lube to his cock and moved closer, gaze capturing Clover’s while he pressed his dick to the already-filled ass.
“You better be ready,” he whispered in a voice so thick with lust Clover moaned at the effect it had on him. Drake was so handsome, so intense, his eyes so deep, his lips so skilled.
He was perfect and deserved to have anything he wanted.
Clover’s chest worked overtime, and despite being sure he could take it, he still barely comprehended that they were going through with this. He’d be getting fucked by two cocks at once. Two stiff dicks were about to stretch his ass, use him to deposit loads of cum deep inside him.
Unable to speak, he nodded, and Drake pressed on with his cockhead, while Tank held Clover’s legs open.
“Oh, he is ready. Such a handsome boy and so thirsty,” Tank said, hungrily kissing along Clover’s jaw as Drake’s fingers pulled on Clover’s sphincter. When the second cock pushed in, Clover’s brain fried, incapable of comprehending the sensations rolling over him. He screamed, desperately catching air, but it didn’t even occur to him to ask for a break when the smooth cock felt so satisfying despite also causing him pain.
He closed his eyes, his face on fire, and he had no power over the moans and yelps coming from his mouth. ‘Overwhelmed’ didn’t cut it anymore. He was drowning in Tank’s arms, both thick dicks inside of him throbbing, stretching him wide to accommodate their girths.
“Oh, fuck, Drake! Fuck!”
Tank snorted and stuffed Clover’s mouth with three thick fingers. “Such a dirty set of lips.”
“Should have gagged him. Pity we don’t have a third to stuff him on that end,” whispered Drake from so close that Clover’s eyes flew open.
Drake kneeled between his legs, his cock easing into Clover’s ass right next to Tank’s, but even though this act was so illicit, he leaned in and kissed Clover’s bottom lip with agonizing sweetness. How could he be both so tender and so cruel? Clover had no idea, but his emotions spilled into tears as he sucked on Tank’s fingers, spread open and used.
And, yet the center of their universe.
Drake rubbed his face against Clover’s cheek. “Okay?” he asked more softly while Tank tightened his arms on Clover, petting his shoulders.
Clover didn’t know. The one thing he understood when the nicotine scent that always clung to Drake entered his lungs was that he wanted this to continue, and to have them both buried all the way inside his sinful body.
“I love you. I love you so much,” he uttered, rolling his head over Tank’s shoulder. Soft mouths and warm hands moved over his body until he no longer felt any discomfort, completely opened and relaxed by the time the two dicks started moving in and out together.
Tank kissed Clover’s ear, but it was Drake who closed the space between them and kissed Clover’s mouth as if they were teenage lovers, not three horny monsters entwining limbs and clashing sweaty skin.
“You lovely, lovely boy,” Tank whispered as he worked his hips up and down, his thigh and stomach muscles working like a machine.
Clover gasped, stuck in his own world as his two men thrust deeper, still careful and gentle. He cried in protest when Drake’s cock slipped out, and having it back inside was such relief Clover grinned at the blurry image of Drake’s face. They kissed, and the gentle tugging on his nipples made Clover feel even higher, even more relaxed.
He was theirs.
He was important.
When his body allowed it, Drake and Tank stopped being so careful about thrusting in sync. Instead of working like one big rod, they started moving separately, which made Clover feel as if Drake’s dick, which penetrated him more shallowly due to size and position, caressed his muscles with each thrust.
His orgasm was so abrupt he had no time to ask his lovers to slow down, thrashing between them as his cum sprayed Drake’s stomach. The wide smile on Drake’s flushed face was such perfection Clover wanted to have it framed and hung above his bed.
“Gotta… put a cock ring… on you next time, boy,” Tank rasped, pumping his cock into Clover’s throbbing hole again and again.
Clover knew Tank so well by now that he wasn’t surprised at all when Tank groaned his orgasm into Clover’s ear, his grip so hard on Clover’s thighs it hurt. But Clover was in a state of such perfect bliss, nothing could hurt him now.
Drake grabbed Clover’s jaw and kissed him again. “So, so pretty when you come.”
With the added pressure of Drake’s cock moving inside Clover’s hole, Tank’s softening dick slid out with a slurp, leaving Clover overflowing with lava-hot cum that lubricated him for the rapid pace of Drake’s thrusts.