Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 145942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 730(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 730(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Cruz grinds behind me, snaking one hand up and pinching my pert nipple between his fingers, rubbing and teasing as fire builds within me, each touch sending a jolt of electricity shooting straight down to my aching cunt. “Fuck,” I breathe, tipping my head back to Cruz’s shoulder as his tongue works over the sensitive skin on my neck. “I need you both to fuck me. I don’t want to wait.”
I feel Cruz’s smile against my neck as Carver’s fingers dig into the front of my pants, working the complicated clasp with ease. I kick my boots off, sending them sailing across the locker room and the second they’re gone, Carver yanks the tight leather down my legs, letting me feel the cool air against my pussy.
I gasp, the anticipation quickly building inside of me. I reach for Carver’s shirt and pull it over his head, loving the sight of his perfect tanned body against his low riding jet-black pants. Add that fucking sexy as sin smirk and the hooded gaze and I’m a fucking goner.
I reach back and grip Cruz’s shirt, not able to pull it off from this angle, but he reads my thoughts as though they’re stamped across my skin. “Lose it,” I demand. “I need to feel you.”
His shirt is gone before the words are even out of my mouth and as his chest presses back into me, I feel the tight ridges of his abs against my back.
Cruz reaches between us and unbuckles his belt, but he doesn’t need to do much more than that as the weight of his pants pulls them straight down, freeing his cock against my back. His fingers trail down the front of my body and I groan as they press down against my clit. He rubs tight little circles as I catch my breath, his touch making me flinch as the pleasure rocks through me.
Carver shuffles back a step and I watch as his hands fall to his pants, completely mesmerized by the sight before me. As if in slow motion, he pushes his pants down past his narrow hips and his thick, waiting cock springs free, aiming right at me like a fucking arrow desperate to find its target, and fuck me, I’ve never been so happy to be a target.
Cruz grips my ass and bends me over, the anticipation almost killing me as he takes his time sliding his thick fingers deep inside my cunt and mixing with my wetness. As he pulls them back, a soft cry escapes my lips. But within a moment, his fingers are against my ass, teasing and preparing me for what he has in store.
I groan as he adjusts himself behind me and presses the tip of his cock against my ass. My eyes remain on Carver’s, and despite him not being able to see what’s going on behind me, he knows, and fuck, the way his tongue rolls over his lips as he watches me gets me so fucking hot.
Not being able to wait, I push back against Cruz and gasp as he enters me, stretching me wide and filling me completely. His fingers find my hips and he squeezes hard as I straighten myself up, spreading my legs wider to feel him right where I want him. “Fuck, Winter,” Cruz groans through a clenched jaw. “I fucking love your sweet ass.”
His words send a smile soaring over my lips and I look back over my shoulder, needing to see the satisfaction on his face. “Then fuck me, Cruz.”
He starts to move and as Carver steps back into me, I grab hold of his shoulder, needing something to brace myself against. “Oh, fuck,” I moan, but it only gets better as Carver drops to his knees on the flooded shower floor, nearly all the blood completely gone.
His eyes linger on mine and I watch his tongue rolling over his lips, knowing that whatever the fuck he does to me now is going to blow my fucking mind. Carver leans into me and his mouth closes over my clit as Cruz pounds into my ass, fucking me as the high of Knox’s death pulses through his veins.
Carver’s tongue works my clit and I dig my fingers into his shoulders, the pleasure making my eyes roll back into my head. Cruz’s strong arm curls around my waist, holding me up as the water rushes down over us. “Holy shit,” I gasp, the intensity coming out of nowhere and shooting through my body. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. YES.”
Gasps, pants, and breathy cries come tearing out of me as I clench my eyes, needing everything they’ve got. But hell, I’m not even sure I can handle everything they’ve got. They’re fucking gods and my body is their religion, and fuck, they love to worship.
Carver’s tongue flicks over my clit going back and forth, around and a-fucking-round, but it doesn’t stop there. His lips and teeth get in on the action, making reality fade away and leaving me riding high as I drown in endless pools of pure sensual pleasure. I glance down and I can’t help but notice the way his fist is wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking as his relentless tongue works my clit. I’d give anything to replace his hand with my own, hell even my mouth, but it’ll have to wait. Besides, there’s no rush. We have all the time in the world. No one is looking for us here.