Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Spencer grinned and signed something back. And Raphael got an evil look on his face. Raphael! He literally had the name of an angel, and I hadn’t even guessed he could look evil.
At least one part of what Flynn had signed became clear when Spencer went to his dresser. He returned with a box of condoms. It was clearly new, and he had to break the seal to open it and place a few on the nightstand.
“Spencer gets to go first, because it’s been the longest for him,” Flynn growled.
“If that’s what you want, Lyss,” Spencer interjected.
“God, yes,” I moaned.
“I’ll make it good for you,” Spencer promised. His sincere tone convinced me—but not his brother.
“He thinks he will. He wants to. But you know what? It’s been so damn long, I think he’s going to fuck the hell out of you.” My hips ground in response to Flynn’s hot words. He looked me straight in the eye as he continued. “I’m going to love hearing you scream.”
Flynn signed to the other two again, and I grew wetter. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to emerge from this encounter with a newly formed sign language kink—if I survived our encounter at all.
Evidently following orders, Spencer lay down on the bed next to me, his side touching mine.
“Fist yourself,” Flynn ordered. “Show her exactly how much meat you’ll be pushing inside her.”
I groaned, my eyes glued to Spencer’s large hand as it engulfed his cock. Even his hand looked dwarfed by its length. How the hell was it going to fit inside me? I didn’t know for sure, but I wanted to find out more than anything.
“Shields up.” Flynn tossed Spencer a condom and he rolled it on. Then Flynn signed to Raphael, and they switched places. Flynn knelt next to me on the bed and Rafe stood on the other side of Spencer. Then he reached across and took hold of my upper arm and my thigh.
“Watch her leg,” Spencer said.
“I know,” Flynn snapped. Together, he and Raphael lifted me up, placing me on top of Spencer’s large body. My back pressed against his broad chest and my ass settled on his abdomen. His hard cock popped up between my legs and I could feel it touch my inner thigh above the cast. My neck was at the level of Spencer’s shoulder, and my head dangled back, my cheek almost right next to his. I’d never considered this position for sex, but I was so eager to feel Spencer enter me this way.
“Just go slow, okay?” Raphael said. I got the feeling he wished he were the one on my bad side protecting my leg instead of Flynn, but I trusted all three of these men.
Spencer took hold of my upper arms and adjusted my position. “Can you reach my cock?”
I thought he’d never ask. I slid my hand between my legs and encountered the bulbous head of his rock-hard cock. I teased it through the thin layer of the condom, stroking him. Then, without waiting to be told, I repositioned his hard length so that it was poised to enter me.
Please, please, please, let it enter me soon.
And then it did. My eyes rolled up into the back of my head as his hot shaft pushed inside me. My inner walls stretched and felt deliciously full as he drove into me.
I moaned. It was like his dick went on and on and on. It felt like it should’ve popped out of the top of my head by now, but god, it felt amazing.
For a long moment, Spencer held himself deep inside me. Then he started to move under me. Our position didn’t allow him for much movement—not if he didn’t want to jostle my leg—but I felt even the tiniest twitch of his cock. I ground my hips against his and was rewarded with his moan in my ear instead of the other way around.
“Don’t be gentle,” Flynn said. “That’s not what she wants or what she needs.” Then he signed something else, and I would’ve given a fortune to know what it was.
Despite his brother’s words, Spencer kept his strokes slow, only rocking a few inches back and forth. It was like he and Raphael wanted to play up the romantic side of this, and I understood the impulse. But Flynn kept making it hot and filthy, and after nearly two weeks of dirty dreams and near constant arousal, I was more than on board with his plan. Gentle and sweet could come later. Maybe even later tonight or in the morning before the twins came home. But for now, Flynn's wicked words were working me into a frenzy, and I loved every second of it.
Spencer settled into a slow, steady rhythm underneath me and my moans filled the room. Flynn tweaked my stiff nipples, making them even harder, and then addressed his brother. “If you’d ever bothered to watch porn, you’d know that there’s a perfect way for you to hold onto her in this position.” He pinched one nipple and I yelped. Spencer got the idea and cupped my breasts with his hands. His long fingers splayed out and he covered me up almost as much as a bra would. It felt a million times better, though.