Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 119093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
He doesn’t have to be told twice. His mouth is back on mine, kissing, tasting, stroking. Between his mouth on mine and Brody’s lips and hands on me, my body feels overstimulated in the best way possible. It’s been years since I’ve been touched like this, and I had no idea how badly I was craving it. Like eating a cupcake without having anything to drink. I was dying of thirst, and these guys… they’re the coldest, most refreshing glass of milk.
Hayden moves me onto my back, breaking our kiss, but before I can argue and beg him to come back, Brody’s mouth is on mine, his tongue pressing past my parted lips, not even caring that Hayden’s mouth was just there.
Hayden’s lips trail along my neck, and then he tugs on my earlobe. “Can we make you come, baby?” he murmurs. “ His question causes my thighs to clench and my body to squirm.
“Yes,” I breathe without breaking the kiss with Brody.
My answer causes Brody to kiss me harder, his tongue to delve deeper. My hands come up and run along the back of his shaved head, tugging on the short strands on top, as Hayden disappears from next to me. The boxers Brody lent me along with my underwear slide down my legs, leaving me naked from the waist down.
“Fuck,” Hayden growls, spreading my legs wider. For a split second, I consider closing my legs, not wanting him to see all of me—and trust me, there’s a lot of me—but at that moment, Brody kisses me harder, sucking on my tongue, and all insecure thoughts are lost to his touch.
Hayden’s fingers separate me, and then his tongue slowly glides up my center, and I groan into Brody’s mouth.
“Fuck,” Hayden repeats again, only this time he adds, “she tastes so damn good, man.”
Brody growls against my mouth, nipping at my lips. He breaks the kiss and looks into my eyes. “When he’s done, I’m getting a taste.” His mouth crashes against mine in a very un-Brody-like way, and I groan as Hayden licks and sucks my clit. It’s been too long, and I come quickly—so quickly, if I were a man, I’d probably be embarrassed.
Colorful sparks explode behind my eyelids, and my body shakes in pleasure as my orgasm overtakes me. I’m still soaring high above the clouds, lost in my pleasure when I notice Hayden has replaced Brody, which means…
A single digit enters me, and Brody hisses, “Jesus, you’re so wet.”
“You gotta taste her,” Hayden says, pulling my shirt over my head. Our eyes lock briefly, and I take a deep breath, knowing he’s going to look at me and what he’s going to see: naturally large breasts that aren’t perky anymore, thanks to breastfeeding two babies for a year, and a soft stomach marked with stretch marks from carrying them almost full-term.
But this is me, and I can’t change who I am. Nor would I want to because those flaws are part of being a mom, and I wouldn’t change that for anything in the world.
Hayden’s eyes leave mine, trailing down my body, stopping at my breasts and then my stomach. I watch with bated breath, waiting for the disgust to take over his features. I might’ve only looked Brody up on Google, saw the images of him with all those women, but I have no doubt Hayden’s been with his fair share of beautiful women.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he says, his finger running over my nipple. “So damn perfect.” His finger skims down the center of my chest, along my stomach, over my stretch marks, and stops at the apex of my legs. I release the breath I was holding, my heart swelling at his words—so damn perfect. Nobody’s perfect, not really, but I love that he sees me as such.
He sticks a finger inside me and then pulls it out as Brody says, “You were right. She tastes delicious.” Brody’s lust-filled eyes lock with mine momentarily before he goes back to licking and fingering me.
“Taste yourself,” Hayden says, bringing his glistening digit up to my mouth. Without thought, I part my lips and then wrap them around his finger, sucking on my essence—a mixture of sweet and tangy—not giving a shit how dirty this is.
“Good, right?” he prompts, removing his finger.
I swallow thickly and nod, watching as he takes his wet finger and trails it down my throat and back to my breast. He pinches it hard, and I squirm at the pleasure-pain that shoots through my body. His face dips and latches onto my nipple, biting and sucking on it roughly, while reaching across to my other one and pinching the hardened tip.
Between Brody pleasuring me and Hayden giving attention to my breasts, my second orgasm climbs higher and higher until it hangs on the precipice. With one more lick and another bite, I fall off the edge, screaming as my climax crashes through my body, sending me flying high once again.