Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
But curiously, I feel no fear. Instead, I look at the strange men with hooded eyes, feeling tipsy and curious at once.
“Hello,” one says, his voice deep and masculine.
“Hi yourself,” I answer back saucily.
“Quiet night, isn’t it?” the other says in a baritone.
“Sure is,” I chirp easily enough.
Even in the moonlight, these men are breathtaking. Their massive chests block out the shadowy trees behind them. Their very presence exudes an enticing virility and I’m immediately attracted to them.
“What do you say we liven up the night a little?” the first man speaks again, his tone deceptively smooth.
I raise my eyebrows. “What did you have in mind?” I ask wickedly, my voice tinged with lust. Oh my god, do they think I’m a hooker? It must be, seeing that I’m by myself in the park at night.
The two men merely smile.
“Let’s do something fun,” the second man states. I laugh throatily, still trying to make out their features.
“I’m down for some fun.” Then, I flutter my eyelashes, turned on by these two handsome strangers and eager for some excitement.
“Good, because you’re just the type of woman we’re looking for. Let’s move over here,” growls one man, jerking his chin to the left. I stay on the bench for another moment. Oh my god, am I really doing this? They’re clearly propositioning me because they think this is how I earn my living. Should I burst that bubble now? Should I tell them that I’m actually a good girl who doesn’t use her body to pay her rent?
But something naughty takes hold deep inside, and I find myself getting up and following the strangers deeper into the bushes. This is utterly crazy. Anything could happen, and the police aren’t going to come. Yet, my hips have that extra-special sassy sway and I giggle a bit when we finally stop.
Now, a shaft of moonlight pierces the trees, and I can see the faces of the two men. My heart stops in my chest because they’re breathtakingly handsome with strong, proud brows, Roman noses, and lips so mobile that they appear almost feminine. My pulse races double time, and I go moist down below. Are these men identical twins?
They grin at me, reading my mind.
“Yes, sweetheart. We’re twins and you’re about to see how much we’re alike.”
With that, the two men undo their trousers, and a pair of enormous cocks spring into view. Holy cow! The shafts are huge, long, and heavy, and my mouth waters at the sight. I drop to my knees in front of them, every movement instinctive now.
“Good girl,” growls one, his hand on the back of my head. “Now suck,” he instructs.
I do as told and put my lips on the tip of one cock, sipping gently at the purple crown. My mouth fills with a bit of fluid and I moan deliciously, loving the saltiness. But does his brother taste the same? I pull off and take the other cock in hand, licking at the gleaming tip. Ah, they do taste different. One twin is sweeter and creamier, whereas the other is tangy with the distinctive flavor of male musk.
This would be a good time to stop. But why? I ask myself just as quickly. These men are hot and I want to be a little reckless. I want to see them satisfied. It’s not like I’ll ever see them again anyways, so I don’t have to worry about ruining my reputation or anything.
Slowly, feeling thrilled to my core, I tease the tip of the first man’s member, licking him and rubbing my lips against him. He groans with need and in response, I take a little more of him into my mouth. As I suck on him, I fist his twin with equal vigor, enjoying how naughty it is to be touching two men at once.
Then, I lift my head and put the second man’s cock into my mouth, wetting the long shaft with my tongue. It’s his turn to growl, and he grasps the back of my head as he pushes himself even deeper into me. I take turns on each man, my tongue laving their aching members and my hands sliding along those long lengths in turn.
But soon, it’s not enough for them. As I begin my gentle assault on the first man once more, he holds my head firmly, his hands tangled in my hair. I suck on him harder, wanting to feel the fullness of his long manhood deep down my throat. He reaches down and pinches my nipples through my top and I moan at the sensation, my sound muffled by his cock buried within me.
“Sweetheart,” he pants. “Oh shit, oh shit!”
Within seconds, his back jerks, his member stiffening and I feel a hot load gush between my lips, dripping and full.
Swallowing heavily, I drain him of every drop before turning my attention to the second man. My cheeks hollow as I suck forcefully, looking up at him with innocent eyes all the while.