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)
“Both are acceptable options for a hero’s day of work,” Mutt chortles while adjusting himself to a more relaxed position on the couch, brown gaze gliding over to our boyfriend. “Be a good filthy fuck and take out Sir’s cock for our dirty little slut…”
There’s not an ounce of hesitation from Kipp to let his hand cross the short distance.
Loosen Nolan’s belt.
Undo his button.
Drag his zipper down to grant him access inside as Mutt merely watches.
Presses his lips to the lip of the bottle.
Hungrily grins.
I’m not entirely sure of exactly when I rise to my feet; however, the instant I’m there, his eyes cut to me.
Twitch a glare.
Wordlessly command me to my knees which I breathlessly drop to.
“Naked,” he demands, gravelly voice grating my skin to the point it breaks out in goosebumps. “I wanna watch you get wet for me.”
Ditching his old, Pink Floyd t-shirt is swiftly followed by placing my palms on the cold, hard ground just as The Kid wraps his hand fully around Nolan’s exposed dick. The initial grasp not only grabs a loud, guttural groan from Sir, it hoods his glare.
Threatens to lull his head.
Has him struggling to keep his stare on me prompting my own frame to begin moving.
To join the battle for his attention.
Two sets of eyes latch onto my swaying frame, and despite the fact neither are within touching distance, my entire body shudders as though their fingertips are roughly tugging at my nipples and brushing my clit and teasing my pussy with tiny prodding meant to toy with my patience.
Sanity.
The sight of precum leaking from Nolan’s tip encourages me to grow wetter, but watching Kipp use just the edge of his thumb to swirl it around, to circle the area they want my pierced tongue, summons the slippery muscle to needily mimic the action while uncontrollably panting like a possessed puppy.
“Such a greedy fuckin’ whore,” Sir arrogantly grumbles, beer bottle creeping back towards his lips. “Say it, Rabbit.”
“So…” my voice wobbles along with my figure during the last stretch of my approach, “greedy.”
He groans in approval, and The Kid echoes the sentiment.
“You want both of us?” Sir savagely grabs a fist full of my hair to yank me between his legs. “One in that ass and one in that tight little cunt?”
Choked bits of air are the only answer I’m capable of giving.
“Stretch her for us,” he demands to Kipp at the same time he slams my face onto his thigh beside his swollen shaft. “I wanna see you split that ass wide open.”
“Yes, Sir…”
Whimpers prepare to propel themselves through the air when they’re abruptly cut off by the unexpected cold liquid being drizzled down my back. Trembles instantly tear throughout my system causing me to uncontrollably twitch and pull away and attempt to flee from the frigid fluid dripping towards the wetness already coating my lower half, actions that prompt Nolan to simply tighten his hold.
Smash my face into the side of his cock.
More beer begins traveling the same path, racing to reach the floor between my legs, yet it’s smoothly rerouted.
Pressed against my tiny, taut back hole.
Spread around and around and around until the next rush of coldness appears to assist in the easing of a digit inside.
My sharp gasp is muffled by Nolan slamming me into the side of his dick again. “Lick.”
Letting my tongue enjoy a long, lecherous swipe barely precedes The Kid airily announcing, “Fuckkkkk, I don’t think we’re gonna fit, Sir.”
“Spread her cheeks.”
Reluctance is nowhere to be found.
“Hold ‘em there.”
Moans meld against my makeshift gag as the next crisp stream is granted more direct access. Mindlessly, I rock back into the pouring, anxious to have the liquid sliding down the back of my lower lips but even more desperate to be filled.
To fulfill the earlier suggestion of having them both in me at once.
“Use your fucking tongue and do what I said.”
There’s no verbal acknowledgement, just a physical one.
Less than gentle stabs begin in the tight area; however, the amalgamation of his scorching hot tongue and the still cool liquid, create such a deliciously delirious combination that I eagerly buck into it.
Match the pacing with my hips.
Suck and slobber the length I can reach to the same rhythm, dying to have something – fuck – anything to temporarily mollify the increasing ache.
I brazenly arch my back for whatever resistance remains to easily be broken by his tongue.
Then his finger.
Then his tongue and finger in tandem before his tongue is replaced by a second digit.
Two inevitably becomes three once actual lube joins the slippery mess, and when that occurs I incessantly huff, impatient for the toying to stop and the fucking to begin.
Getting me straddled in Sir’s lap isn’t a tricky feat.
No.
Sliding him inside as he buries both hands into my messy locks and his tongue possessively into my mouth is second nature.