Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Or we could dive deeper into all that shit, so I feel a little less threatened by the Jag that randomly pulled into my driveway and started convincing my best friend to get behind the wheel for a fucking joyride.
Swallowing my displeasure over his response is difficult yet necessary. “So…McAdams is gone?”
“Yeah.”
“Gone, gone?”
“Yeah.”
“Gone in 60 Seconds Gone?”
“For now.” My mouth twitches to ask something else when the hand that’s wedged between Bunny and me presses gently against my dick. “Focus on that.”
How the fuck can I focus on anything when his knuckles are lightly kneading my cock?
Hearing me quietly groan encourages him to chortle and rub a little harder. “Or that.”
Against my own volition my hips sway forward to silently beg for more. Our hungry actions haphazardly knock into Bunny who instantly glances over her shoulder to spot the movements. I expect her to scoot closer to Nolan, to wordlessly declare that she’s not interested in being physical, yet she doesn’t.
She arches her back.
Uses her ass to assist his hand in its torturous touches only to pull an even more frustrated groan out of me, “Fuckkkinggghelll, please tell me we’re shiftin’gears…”
“Is that what you want, you filthy little fuck?” Nolan slightly increases his speed forcing my eyes down to a heavily hooded state. “You wanna come all over my hand?” Mindless moans are attached to a small rock forward. “You wanna come all over our dirty little slut?” My breath hitches at the same time hers does. “Give her a fresh fuckin’ white coat?”
There’s no ignoring the way my cock swells to the point of pain as I plead, “Yes…Yes, Sir.”
“Beg,” he commands while curving his fingers to practically cup my balls.
“Fuckkkkk, p-p-please, Sir,” comes out in airy puffs like a car clearly running out of fuel. “Please, can I come?”
Bunny’s faint whimper has our boyfriend’s efforts relocating to her. “Is that what you want too, Rabbit?” His fingers flex, digging into the ass cheek that’s barely covered by black panties. “You want Sir to make you come?”
To my surprise, she slowly shakes her head.
Shoots us both heated, hard to resist glances.
Rolls onto her back which inevitably causes us to rearrange our own arms prior to her softly sighing, “I want you to both paint me white.”
Between her choice of words and the fact it’s the first time we’ve heard her speak to us in almost a fucking week, I damn near bust on the spot.
Hell, I don’t care what I have to sacrifice to the patron saint of sedans to keep her talking, I will.
Every goddamn day.
Fucking I can live without.
Technically have lived without.
Not hearing her?
That’s the shit lemons are made of.
And I mean the cars – obviously.
Not the fruit.
Like my own relief, my best friend’s is so palpable that I can’t resist the urge to physically touch it.
To let the few fingers dangling near his head dive into his hair.
Scrape his scalp.
Gently claw to let him know I’m just as grateful and excited as he is to have our woman coming back to us.
“You really want that cum, baby?” I lightly brush my nose along the shell of her ear. “Then fucking take it from us.”
Nolan’s greedy groan of agreement is followed by him curling one leg over hers, trapping her to the mattress. “Be a good little slut…” he begins in tandem with working his dick out of his dark slacks, “and do exactly what our filthy fuck says…” Once it’s free, he yanks up the edge of her sweatshirt to expose the beautiful, brown skin near her thighs. “I don’t wanna see a single fuckin’ drop land on our mattress. Understood?” She dreamily nods and reaches for his cock only to be instantly stopped. “No voice, no dick.”
His rasped declaration has me chomping down on my bottom lip in an attempt to swallow my groans.
“Yes, Sir.” Our girlfriend’s breathy acknowledgement is instantly rewarded. She uses her left hand to roughly grasp his shaft and begin stroking while meeting my gaze and purring, “Be a good little filthy fuck and give me your cock too, please.”
Even if I wanted to resist, I couldn’t.
No.
It’d be easier to turn down keys to a free Rolls Royce Phantom than to not give the woman we worship my dick for jerking.
Getting my hard cock sprung loose and into her other grip leads me to mirroring our boyfriend’s angled posture.
Despite Bunny pinned underneath both of us, she quietly implores, “Closer.”
Our bodies expeditiously follow the order.
Add more weight to her frame.
“Closer.”
Our knees knock into each other while anchoring into the space between her now spread wide thighs.
“Closer.”
The contorting continues until the position she clearly wants is achieved.
Rather than using two hands, she opts for only one.
Smashes our shafts together.
Grips tightly.
Gradually grinds them against one another during the deliberately slow strokes.
“Holyfuck,” escapes through Sir’s gritted teeth as he struggles to watch our dicks rub together. Hearing and seeing his excitement spews more precum not only past my tip but along the edge of his. “Fuckkkk!” is barked much louder. Needier. Leads to his hooded glare finding mine. “You filthy little fuck…You’re practically coming for me already.”