Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
“Clean that up with your tongue.” Kit’s command has me moving so fast I almost headbutt his dick.
Be cool, Brady.
This is everything I’ve fantasized about for as long as I can remember. I’ve had threesomes before, but this is a whole new level. I haven’t had many situations where I’ve been the main source of attention.
Because of my physique, finding men bigger than me or more dominant is difficult. It’s as if I put a silent wish into the universe for my ideal guys, and the universe delivered.
Kit’s hand tightens in my hair. “Lick it.”
I do as he says and lick the bead of precum. It’s salty and heady, and I want more. “Let me suck you.”
He releases me and says, “Do it.”
At the same time I lower my head and take Kit’s cock in my mouth, Prescott’s hand runs down the middle of my back and comes to rest above my ass. He dribbles cold lube in my crack, and I groan around Kit’s hard length.
I bob my head, trying to concentrate all my efforts on Kit, but Prescott teases my hole with his finger, pushing it in and out in rhythm with the blowjob. When I suck Kit into my mouth, Prescott’s fingers deepen. I can’t wait for it to be his dick.
I’m going to be filled from top to bottom. Literally.
Prescott loosens me up, expertly stretching and prepping me with very little sting. Soon enough, he’s fingering my prostate, pushing three fingers in and out of me to the point I’m desperate for more.
If I didn’t have a mouth full of cock, I’d be panting. Prescott distracts me too much, and I don’t realize I’ve stopped sucking on Kit until he demands, “More.”
I go back to focusing on my blowjob skills, but then Prescott says, “Ready?” and Kit pulls out of my mouth.
“No,” I complain. I want both at once.
Kit grips my hair and gently pulls to get me to look up at him. “Just while you get used to him being inside you.”
Prescott’s cock lines up with my hole.
“Fuck. Condom?” I ask.
“He’s covered,” Kit says.
I frown.
“As in, he’s wearing one. Not it’s cool, don’t worry about it.”
“Okay.” I trust them. Even though I have no reason to.
Prescott inches in slowly. The super slut inside me wants to say fuck it and push back, but while Prescott’s cock isn’t as big as Kit’s, it’s still a stretch as he takes his time.
I’m both impatient and hesitant, and I just want to get to the part where they’re using me to get off.
“Brady, look at me,” Kit says. He lowers himself so he’s closer to my line of sight. “You got this.”
“I do.”
Either Prescott is shaking his head behind me, or Kit can tell that he’s struggling to get fully inside me, but Kit leans forward and places a soft kiss on my lips.
“Focus on me, okay?” The gentleness contrasts with the domineering boss he’s been thus far, but I’m not complaining. “Relax and breathe.” He takes a deep breath, and I match it.
I keep my gaze locked on Kit’s gray eyes until Prescott moves with ease, sliding inside my body and hitting my prostate with every thrust.
“Think you can handle not biting my dick off now?” Kit asks.
“Definitely. It would be a travesty for you to lose something that amazing.”
Kit smiles. “I agree with Prescott. I like you.”
I almost make a joke about them keeping me, but I don’t want to risk them taking it the wrong way and throwing me out before I turn into some stage-five clinger. I know what this is, and I’m going to make the most of it.
And it’s as amazing as I thought it would be, having one guy fill my hole while the other fills my mouth. Kit’s velvety skin passes between my lips over and over again while Prescott’s don’t hold back rhythm pushes Kit to the back of my throat. I don’t have control of anything. All I can do is stay as still as possible while they use me to get off.
My cock is needy. I’m desperate for it to be touched, but I’m too busy being turned inside out in every imaginable way to do anything about it.
The sounds of grunts and wet slurps fill the room. Moaning, heavy breathing, and even a whimper.
“He’s so tight,” Prescott says.
I want to say I have a name, but the argument doesn’t come. My mouth is too full, and there’s no way I’m stopping.
Except, well, when Kit pulls out of me.
Prescott continues to fuck me as I look up at Kit.
“I was right.” His voice is gravelly, as if he’s the one who’s had a cock shoved down his throat this whole time. “Your mouth is fucking perfect.”
“Then why’d you stop?” I ask.
“I think someone else needs me. Look at him.” He nods at Prescott.