Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
He starts to place himself inside me. “Oh Isadora,” he says. He starts pumping fast, almost like a rabbit, and I circle my arms around him so I’m hugging him and I feel like Nathan is in a very needy mood today.
Vincent, meanwhile, has gone off to get his new wine glass and is sitting by the table, watching us and then he comes over and lies down next to me and we start kissing while Nathan wickedly pumps his cock into me and I’m in utter ecstasy at the sensation of him filling me up so completely. “Pull out, I want it from behind. Deeper that way,” I mumble out my needs and surprisingly, despite his intense thrusts, Nathan pulls right out. I turn on my stomach and they both touch and kiss my back.
Nathan takes me from behind, slamming his cock deep inside of me. He holds me up and Vincent plays with my breasts. He traces his teeth over my nipples and holds my face up by my chin and kisses me long and tender on the mouth and then he does the same with my neck and my breasts as Nathan continues to fuck me.
I’m moved down so I’m on my hands and knees as Nathan keeps going in and out of me in long, powerful thrusts as Vincent plays with my tits and unzips his pants and takes his big fat long glorious cock out and starts playing with him and I eventually lower my head until his cock greets my lips.
Vincent always tastes nice and clean. It’s a pleasure to suck him off. We go this way for a while, with them going in and out of me, and Vincent eventually cums and squirts it all over my tits before crawling to the side and sitting there while Nathan finishes me off, when he starts to cum, he pulls out and it shoots directly under me, hitting my chin and splashing here and there and then we roll over on our backs and stare up at the wonderful sky.
When we all regain our breathing again, there’s something light in the mood like never before. I like to think we’re all just so perfectly happy that we could float off into the clouds above us.
“When you were a kid, did you ever wish upon a star?” Nathan wonders.
“Yes,” Vincent jokes, knowing Nathan is asking me.
“What did you wish for?” Nathan asks.
“A horse.”
“Did you get a horse?”
“Yes but…I think I got a horse because I’m a princess, and not because I wished on a star for one, but who knows.”
I look over at Nathan. His gorgeous brown eyes are on the sky.
“You? Have you ever wished on a star?” I pick my head up and look at Vincent. “And you Vincent?”
“I haven’t,” Vincent said.
“I think you’re supposed to wish upon a falling one,” Nathan says. “Or does it matter?”
“I don’t think it does.” I’m holding Nathan’s hand and he squeezes mine back and leans in to kiss me. We share another long, deep kiss. I get up and walk over to Vincent and take his hands and pull him up from his chair. He seems to be in a funk and I hope to pull him out of that too.
“Do you want to finish our dance?” I ask him.
“It’s okay.”
“Oh come on, Vincent.”
“We don’t have any music,” Vincent says.
“I’ll sing,” Nathan offers.
“Oh I’d rather dance to silence,” Vincent jokes. Nathan starts singing some rock song I kind of know but not too well, and we start dancing about. Nathan actually has a decent voice and Vincent is a good dancer. He twirls me around and I spin about and end up in Nathan’s arms. Nathan continues to sing the song.
We dance for a while, and Nathan finishes the song before handing me back off to Vincent. Vincent picks me up so I’m over his shoulder and I see the garden below us – all the sweeping views and all the magical lights, and he spins me around and around.
“You’re going to make her dizzy, dude,” Nathan says, more worried and less amused.
Vincent places me down and I find balance in my little heels and I sit down at the table where wine glasses filled with delicious red wine awaits. I sip the wine and Nathan comes over. His shirt is off. He looks hot as hell. He actually drinks wine for a change, and I have to wonder if he’s mocking Vincent – the way he drinks wine – because Nathan is holding the wine glass in a certain way. And it is Nathan’s style to poke fun, to just make jokes, and I wonder if that’s his way of seeming less vulnerable than he actually is.
“What do you think?” Vincent asks Nathan. “Of the wine?”
“It’s okay.” Nathan says.