Total pages in book: 192
Estimated words: 189782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 759(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 189782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 759(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
I’m about to be fucked by three Strakh men.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands.
“I want the impossible.”
“Nothing is impossible.”
“I want the four of us to be together.”
“We are together.”
The exact same conversation we had in the restaurant.
“Spell it out.” He lifts his hips beneath me, letting me feel the swollen state of his arousal. “I expect a more graphic answer this time.”
I lean back to look at the impressive erection tenting his slacks. I sweep my gaze over Kody’s lap, then Leo’s. Both hard. Painfully so, given how their zippers strain to contain them.
“She wants three dicks.” Kody shifts, adjusting himself.
“Let her answer,” Monty says.
I glower at his chiseled jaw.
He’s really going to make me say it.
Fine.
“I want three dicks. Double penetration. Don’t care which holes as long as you fill me until my eyes water, and I don’t know which way is up.” I peek at each of them, encouraged by the hunger in their expressions. “Before we go to the house, I would love nothing more than to kneel on this pillow and watch all of you stroke your cocks while I suck each one dry. It’s been a minute since you’ve had sex.” I look at Monty when I say that. “Let me take the edge off before we go inside.”
The yacht slows at the dock. We’re already home.
But the guards don’t enter the cabin. No one announces our arrival. Monty arranged everything.
“Was that graphic enough for you?” I ask.
“Yeah. It was fucking perfect.” Reclining, he stretches his arms along the back of the couch behind Leo and Kody. “Now put that filthy mouth on me.”
I’m still waiting for one of them to reach a breaking point and stop this before it starts.
But they don’t.
As I slide off his lap and kneel on the pillow, the sound of zippers rends the air.
Dicks. So many beautiful, glorious dicks. I don’t know where to look first.
Between Monty’s legs, his erection juts from the open fly of his suit pants. Thick, veiny, and glistening with precome, it stands tall and imposing like the man himself.
I want it. I need it.
I need all of them.
My breath quickens, and my pussy squeezes, throbbing like a second heartbeat.
Leo and Kody grind their hands against their cocks. I try to watch them simultaneously, taking in the entire view.
“Focus on him, love.” Leo drops his head back, watching me down the length of his nose as he pleasures himself. “We’ll get our turn.”
I can’t believe this is happening.
We’re together. Finally. And nothing is going to tear us apart again.
55
Monty
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Seeing Frankie kneeling before me is a dream, one I fantasized about for fourteen months. Just looking at her excites me. Christ, I might come before she even touches me.
She licks her lips, igniting a fresh spike of need.
Stretching up my body, she goes to work on my shirt, frees each button, and spreads open the edges to expose my body to her rapacious gaze.
Biting her lip, she smooths her hands across my chest, caresses my twitching pecs, traces the valleys between my abdominal muscles, and follows the trail of hair to the base of my throbbing, leaking hard-on.
“Don’t stop,” I rasp.
Her eyes fly up to meet mine, her pupils blown and lips parted.
Then she wraps a hand around my cock.
Fucking God, she’s doing it. She’s fucking touching me.
I let my eyelids fall, isolating the glorious sensation.
She knows how to grip me, squeezing just beneath the head with perfect pressure, exactly how I like it.
Sinking deeper into the couch, I groan as she tugs and strokes me from root to tip.
It’s heaven. It’s hell. I want to grab her head, shove into her mouth, and fuck her throat until I’m empty. But she’s in a trance, a haze of mindless temptation, seduced by the heat of us, by the electric, molten reawakening of us.
The heavy breathing on either side of me grows louder, faster, as Leo and Kody watch. From what I read in her journal, this is Leo’s kink. A voyeur’s delight. He rubs his dick with vigor, his gaze glued to the motion of her hand as I leak all over her soft, delicate fingers.
Frankie is my kink. Everything about her makes me wildly, feverishly aroused.
Slowly, I bend forward, shaving away the gap between our mouths. I lean down. She leans up. We meet in the middle, and our lips collide, crashing like two powerful waves.
The kiss is sudden and intense, fire meeting gasoline, a hurricane making landfall. The earth shakes beneath us.
My hands possess her gorgeous figure, hauling her off the pillow and yanking her tightly against my chest. I gently clasp her graceful neck, gliding my thumb along her throat as her silky tongue chases and licks mine.
With her body draped between my legs and her hand around my cock, I thrust into her fist and shove my tongue in her mouth like a horny, inexperienced teenager.