Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Her whole body shakes as they pleasure her.
I’m shaking under my skin. With red-hot desire.
My cock is made of stone as I watch the sexiest show I’ve ever seen.
Briar, losing her mind.
Briar, being fucked within an inch of her life.
Briar, moaning, panting, and crying.
Briar’s tits swaying as Rhys kneads them. Her ass writhing as Hollis pounds into her.
Then Rhys breaks the kiss and whispers something in her ear. She smiles, filthy and beautiful, nodding.
Absently, I palm the ridge of my cock, aching in my jeans. Rhys moves alongside her, gathers her hair in his fist, then tugs hard. She’s staring right at me. “You like watching?” she asks, that challenging tone again.
I grit my teeth. Swallow roughly. But nod my obvious assent as I rub my palm over my hard-on.
She nibbles on the corner of her lips. Rhys tugs her hair harder, squeezes her tit.
Her lips part in an O. Her shoulders shake. Then, with her eyes on me, she says, or maybe begs, “Take it out.”
I burn.
I am a forest, and I go up in a wildfire. With the flames go my resistance. I unzip my jeans, push down my boxer briefs, and free my cock.
Her eyes glitter with excitement. They shine as I wrap a hand around my shaft. “You wanted me to watch you,” I say as I shuttle my fist fast.
“Yes,” she gasps.
“Fucking yes,” Hollis grunts.
“Play with her clit,” Rhys tells him.
“Already fucking there,” Hollis answers, roping his arm around her waist, sliding his hand between her thighs and out of view.
But not out of my imagination.
I bet her pussy is beautiful. Pink, pretty, and ludicrously wet right now since I’ve never seen anyone look more aroused than Briar as she stares at me stroking my cock.
“But you really wanted to watch me,” I grit out.
She doesn’t even answer. Her shoulders shake, and her eyes squeeze shut as she unleashes the hottest moan I’ve ever heard in my life.
41
THE PARTY CRASHER
Briar
My belly tightens once, twice. A familiar pressure that tightens. Pulses. Turns into a thrilling ache in my core.
A tantalizing promise.
Yes, please, yes.
I want this so badly. It feels so good. Everything. All of this. Hollis fucking and stroking. Rhys tugging my hair and squeezing my breasts. It’s all so much. My mind is short-circuiting. My body is buzzing. It’s like liquid silver and gold flowing through my veins. Colors burst behind my eyes.
But I can’t stop watching the man in the chair. Gavin’s fist is a blur, his hand flying over his hard length as he watches one man fuck me, the other man play with me.
I am the center of their world, all three men, and I am utterly overwhelmed.
Pleasure hits me like a tidal wave, and then, I shatter. From the center of my body out to my fingers, to my toes, to the ends of my hair, I break in bliss.
And it’s spectacular here on the other side. It’s like sex and magic and starlight all crashing into me. I’m floating on endorphins as adrenaline and joy spin inside my body. I’m so high on this sensation that it takes a few beats for me to fully realize Hollis is still fucking me.
His fingers dig into my hips as he drives into me on a savage grunt, jerking, shuddering, then unleashing a strangled, “Coming.”
Seconds later, I swing my gaze back to the new guy, who’s gritting his teeth as his fist flies. His eyes squeeze shut, then he spills all over his hand.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve felt. The hottest thing I’ve seen. I’m surrounded by my guys coming.
Except Rhys.
My lovely, cheeky, thoughtful Rhys who’s gotten zero attention for his beautiful cock tonight. The second Hollis pulls out, I move to my knees, grab Rhys’s hips, and jerk him toward my face. “Give it to me,” I urge.
He’s as helpless to the lust as the rest of us.
“Take it,” he says, feeding me his cock.
I open wide and let him fuck my mouth, knowing it won’t take long till he’s coming down my throat.
His hands rope through my hair, and he pumps. I nearly gag, but I nod for him to keep going, and he gives another thrust, then groans.
I taste his release—salty, musky, and all for me.
And when he eases out and comes down, he dips his face and kisses my mouth. He’s tender—reverent even.
When he breaks the kiss, I look up at him and say, “Thank you.”
My throat tightens with unexpected emotion. It’s silly. Really, it is—to feel this overjoyed about something as meaningless, in the scheme of things, as an orgasm.
And yet I feel this wonderful connection with my body. Like my body is doing what it’s supposed to do—playing nicely with my mind.
Not fighting it.
I swallow past the knot of emotions in my throat, fighting off the threat of happy tears. I’m not going to cry because I came. Deep breath.