Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Yes, get that sweet ass back on my cock,” he bites out, holding his dick for me.
I’m facing Dev, who doesn’t stop stroking his cock as he watches me sink back onto Ledger’s dick.
The pressure is intense, like I’m riding the razor’s edge of pleasure the whole time, balancing with this tight stretch that’s just shy of mind-blowing, but not quite.
The way they treat me though? How they touch me? That’s so arousing.
And so is this position. I can play with myself easily, and I slide my hand between my thighs, stroking my clit as Dev unleashes a growl. “Yeah, play with that perfect pussy.”
“You’re doing such a good job riding my cock,” Ledger grits out, and I rise up on him, then down, playing with myself.
I’m the center of attention, the apex of their world.
Then, I shift my legs from under me, so I can lean down against Ledger, my back to his chest. Like that, me lying on him, he reaches for the back of my thighs so he can hold them open while Dev kneels between my spread legs.
I’ve never felt more vulnerable or more wanted.
Quickly, Dev covers his cock and then nudges the head against my slick entrance.
I shudder, over and over, wave after wave. This is it. The moment I’ve imagined. The moment I’ve been so curious about. This moment is mine, and if life is all about moments, if it’s about squeezing joy out of the seconds that fall too quickly from our fingers, then I want all the filthy joy I can get from life right now.
“Fuck me, Dev. Fuck me, please,” I whisper, greedy and desperate.
The green-eyed man gazes down at me with lust and something I’ve never seen before. Worship, perhaps? Dirty adoration? Maybe both.
As he sinks into me, it’s like he’s luxuriating in the feel of my pussy welcoming him home. Once he’s all the way in, his eyes flicker darkly. His breath comes in a sultry, guttural groan, and he murmurs, “Yes, baby.”
I am just…stuffed.
I am full. Stretched in ways I barely knew were possible. Thank god yoga keeps me limber. Nothing, though, could have prepared me for this deep and wickedly forbidden fullness or for the intimacy, and vulnerability, of the position. Ledger’s hands on my outer thighs, opening me for Dev. Dev kneeling before me while rocking into me, his hands on my knees. Me, under him, on top of the other, being fucked both ways by both men.
Wanting both of them.
Wanting this wild, new, erotic adventure.
Pleasure races through my body as they fuck me. I fuck myself, too, my fingers flying against my clit. Heat spreads from my core to my belly, down to my fingers. Sparks rocket in my chest, and everywhere, noises fill the suite.
Grunts, groans, slaps, growls.
Words like yes, and this, and fuck, become yeah, so close, so pretty.
I rub faster, moan louder as Dev powerfully fucks down into me, as Ledger thrusts up into me, and I take everything they have to give.
Sharp, hot spikes of pleasure spread deep in my body till I’m shouting, “Make me come.”
Giving them a command.
But really, it’s us I’m asking.
The three of us are triple-teaming me. Cocks and fingers and passion and trust all at once—they coil, then burst. I shatter, the world blurring as I fly into a new one. I’m hostage to the orgasm, breaking apart, shaking everywhere as it pulses to the ends of me.
I’m still moaning as Ledger thrusts and then growls out a carnal yes in my ear. Dev sinks deep, jerks, then shudders out a goddammit, Aubrey.
He doesn’t stop groaning for a long, long time.
Later, after they clean me up in the shower, taking their time washing me, we lie in bed, and I feel tingly, loose, and a little sore. But also, renewed.
“That was a Daily Dose of Good,” I say with a satisfied sigh.
Ledger chuckles softly. Dev smiles. And I feel joy too.
But moments can contain more than one feeling, and this one is chased by wistfulness.
We have one more full day, and then this will end. We’ll go shopping and I’ll get a dress, then we’ll go to dinner, then we’ll leave. I’ll just have to embrace the last day and live it as fully as I lived tonight.
That’s my plan as I drift to sleep. But I wake to Dev pacing around the bed with his phone to his ear, asking the person on the other end of the call, “This morning?”
46
FAIL AGAIN
Aubrey
I push up in bed, tugging the covers tighter around my chest.
Dev prowls in silence, listening, then finally stops in the doorway, his back to me as he says to the caller, “Don’t apologize. I get it.”
Another pause.
Who’s apologizing? For what?
“That soon?” He drags his free hand through his messy morning hair.
Leaving the bedroom, he pads into the living room. Maybe I should wait here. Maybe I should be patient. But my pulse surges painfully at the prospect.