Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79499 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79499 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“Fuck, that looks good,” Danny says, moving closer until he’s pressed to her back, his hands roaming over her tits. When he smooths a hand up her spine, she curls forward, resting against my broad chest, her mouth hovering over mine.
Don’t kiss me, my mind whispers. There’s no closeness between us, and the idea of her lips teasing mine and her tongue sliding slick into my mouth feels like a false promise.
I’m grateful that she’s distracted by Danny’s cock, pressing to slide into her pussy alongside mine.
It shouldn’t be possible to do what we’re doing. Two huge cocks, moving side by side inside one girl who’s half the size of just one of us. She groans again, her eyebrows formed into a V and her mouth dropping open at the stretch.
It’s so tight I have to close my eyes and grit my teeth. My jaw ticks with the pressure as Danny takes over all the movement. My hands grip the sheets, holding onto whatever I can to maintain the tight thread of my control that’s threatening to snap at any moment.
“That’s it, baby,” Danny croons as Tonie whimpers.
I didn’t think it was possible for her to get tighter, but it happens as her body primes for orgasm.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my hands almost tearing the sheets as Danny moves harder and faster. I’m almost at the point where I don’t think I can hold on anymore, when there’s a shrieking sound. My eyes fly to the doorway where Cora is standing with a hand clasped over her mouth, and it’s at that moment, I release, filling the condom as I breathe raggedly, with my eyes fixed on Cora’s.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” she screeches. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING ON MY BED?”
My tongue feels swollen in my mouth as all the blood in my body pools between my legs like molten heat. Danny’s still moving, his mouth not lifted in the grin I expected but gritted with concentration. Tonie moans as though she half wants him to stop but is too far gone and is begging for more.
“GET OUT!” Cora yells, grabbing a sweater from the chair in the corner and tossing it at Danny’s head. The moment it makes an impact is when he comes, letting out the loudest howl I’ve ever heard accompanying an orgasm.
Tonie follows, her pussy clamping down over and over, but all I want to do is get the fuck out of this pussy and out of this room.
“What’s going on?” a voice calls from the hallway. It’s Mark, and his footsteps hurry to follow the sound of Cora’s rage and Danny’s strangled cry.
His face is as shocked as Cora’s when he sees us, a tangled mess of naked arms and legs, bodies linked in an unholy way.
What happens next is like a blur clouded by my sex fog and the raging horror of Cora’s reaction to us fucking on her bed.
She storms past Mark as I shove Danny, wanting him to withdraw so I can get the fuck out of Tonie. He’s slow, though, relishing every moment of Cora’s fury, so by the time I’m half off the bed, my cock still covered by the filled condom, Cora is back with a huge bowl and a scowl of determination. The water seems to fly out of the bowl in slow motion, the way it would if it was spilled on the International Space Station and gravity had no hold over it. But when it hits Danny and Tonie with full force and splashes me, we all yell with surprise.
It’s freezing cold.
“Fuck!” Tonie yells, jumping back and throwing her arms over her private parts. Danny recoils but then shakes his slick, inky hair like a dog rejoicing after a swim.
“I needed that,” he says. “All that fucking had me hot and sweaty.”
He saunters toward Cora but doesn’t even look at her. Before his shoulder makes contact with hers, she shifts to the side, staring at him incredulously.
Mark mutters something under his breath and retreats, obviously feeling as uncomfortable with this childish situation as I am. I grab the clothes from the floor, holding them over my cock before leaving the room and Tonie behind.
“Who the fuck are you?” Cora hisses through gritted teeth.
“I’m Tonie,” she says, and I glance back to see her tugging her clothes on while Cora glares with furiously folded arms.
“This is my room, Tonie. My bed.”
Tonie giggles. “I love your pillows. The colors are awesome.”
I snort in shock at her bravado but then realize she’s being genuine.
I don’t wait to show Tonie out. That’s Danny’s responsibility.
In my room, I toss my clothes onto my bed and stand with my back to the closed door, staring at the ceiling and waiting for my breath to calm.
A soft, shocked laugh leaves my lips as I pinch off the condom and toss it in the trash.