Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 94834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
I suck in a breath and relax around him. “Holy fuck.”
As Dalton pulls back, I dig my nails into Sawyer’s shoulder, unsure if I’m about to come or be torn apart, but Sawyer starts to move again, slowly thrusting in and out of my cunt and making my eyes roll. I quickly get used to his size and the pressure morphs into undeniable pleasure.
I hold on for dear life as they fuck me together, matching each other’s pace, both my ass and pussy so damn full. It takes only a minute to feel that familiar tightening deep in my core, and without a doubt, this is going to end with a bang.
It builds and builds as I grip their shoulders, unable to catch my breath. My head tips back and I groan loudly, the overwhelming pleasure like nothing I’ve ever felt. I’ve been with guys and done all sorts of things, but this . . . fuck, I’ve never done this.
“Uh, fuck,” Sawyer grunts, just as close as I am.
He thrusts into me again and I see stars. “Shit, I’m gonna come.”
“Give it to me,” Sawyer demands. “Let me feel that sweet cunt squeeze me.”
His words are my fucking kryptonite, and as they both slam back inside of me, I come hard. My orgasm rocks through my body, my pussy convulsing around Sawyer’s thick cock, and as if on cue, he comes with me, shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside my pussy.
My high pulses through my body like electric currents, and as they continue to fuck me, it only becomes more intense.
Dalton’s hands dig into my hips, and I recognize the tone in his grunts—he’s about to come. And not a second later, he finishes with a raw groan, spilling his seed into me. They slow their movements as I come down from my high, the three of us gasping for air.
They hold on to me a moment longer, each of us just needing a minute to collect ourselves. Well before I’m ready for him to, Dalton pulls out of me, allowing space for Sawyer to lower me back to the ground. I keep my hand on his shoulder, finding my footing, and before I can even look for my clothes, Sawyer releases the emergency stop of the elevator.
We sail back down to Zade’s penthouse apartment, the doors opening barely a second later while I stand naked as the day I was born, my clothes clenched between my fingers as hot cum slowly drips down my leg.
Chapter 20
OAKLEY
Okay, there’s stupid, and then there’s just plain moronic. Me? I’m both.
I knew this was a bad idea the second it entered my brain, yet the more I thought about it, the more it became my only option. There I was standing behind the bar, serving up beers on Monday night to a crowd full of people who had no idea what kind of bullshit I’ve been dealing with, and then BAM, the idea formed, and suddenly getting an impromptu double dicking was the furthest thing from my mind.
I should bail. Hell, I should bail and then run for the fucking hills. If Zade finds out about this, a hitman will be the least of my concerns.
This is going to end badly for me. Fuck, everything seems to be ending badly for me . . . Well, except for becoming a human cum bank in an elevator and then again during my online psychology lecture. Though that shit was long and boring, and these days I prefer long and hard.
As promised, the boys sat at Danny’s Bar throughout my shift and the minute it was over, they surprised the hell out of me and took me back to my own apartment. I could have sworn they’d pack me up, shove me in the car, and take me back to Zade’s penthouse prison, but apparently I’ve started to earn their trust.
Don’t get me wrong, the lecture I received from Zade in my living room, warning me not to put a foot out of line was one for the ages. I was given all their cell numbers and ordered to call for help if I heard even the slightest twig break outside, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I found one of them sleeping on my couch, just to keep an eye on me. To be honest, I think Zade just couldn’t be fucked driving back into the city . . . or this is some kind of test. One I’m sure to fail. Either way, if this means I can start getting some semblance of a normal life back, then I’ll seize it with both hands and never let go.
Except for right now.
Staring up at the ceiling of Zade’s Escalade, I wonder about all the different ways this could get me killed. Or worse, have to face Zade’s bullshit ranting. He’s not going to like this. None of them are, but I have to give it a try.