Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 131271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Jacob smirks. “What can I say? It’s good batter. Not as good as mine, but…” He stares down at his junk suggestively.
Hayes chuckles, grabbing a stool and sitting down to watch me work. “You’re really putting your heart into this, huh?”
I pause, my hands hovering over the bowl of frosting. “Of course I am. It’s Shawn. He deserves something special.”
Jacob sobers, his teasing expression softening. “He’s going to love it, Riles. Seriously.”
“Thanks,” I say, smiling. “That’ll take thirty minutes.”
“Just enough time to--” he tips his head back, looking at me with lowered lids, and when he bites his bottom lip, my panties practically melt from my body.
“If you can make me come before the timer goes off, I’ll finish you off by licking frosting from your dick.”
“Fuck,” is Jacob’s breathy reply, and he’s on his knees in front of me, lifting my skirt and pushing my panties aside before I can set the timer.
Hayes laughs, but the humor quickly dies as I rest a foot on Jacob’s shoulder, spreading myself open. He crosses the kitchen, lifting my shirt and tugging down my bra, freeing my breasts and pushing them together before he buries his face in the soft flesh. “Jesus, Riley,” he groans, tonging my nipple as Jacob sucks gently on my clit. I grip the counter, needing support, as my knees turn to jelly.
My men are nothing if not competitive, and they tackle the challenge I set with so much gusto that I barely make it three minutes before my pussy clamps down on Jacob’s fingers and my back arches, mashing my breasts into Hayes’ face.
As I come down from an orgasm that felt as fast and intense as a slapshot, Jacob rises to his feet, unzipping his fly. I’m a panting, disheveled mess, but I drop to my knees, ready to serve my men.
“This is definitely unsanitary,” Hayes says, following his brother’s lead.
Jacob reaches for the frosting bowl. “You’ll need to make a fresh batch of this,” he grins, scooping some out with his fingers and smoothing it around the tip of his huge dick. “Hands behind your back,” he orders as I reach to wrap my hand around his length.
If I hadn’t just come, I would have gotten close just from the roughness of his words. I clasp my hands behind my back and lean forward to lick the tip of Jacob’s dick. Hayes wastes no time, spreading frosting along his thick length.
This definitely isn’t a calorie-burning sex session, but I lap up the sweetness, relishing the way they shiver. Jacob reaches for the counter to stabilize himself as I gently suck his dick, moving slowly to take him deeper. “Jesus, Riley.”
He cants his hips, hitting the back of my throat and making my eyes water, but I moan loudly at the hint of dominance and the way his bare chest undulates with his motions. If my mouth wasn’t watering, I’d be dribbling just from the sight of him. I enter a zone where my body takes over, and my mind glitches at the sheer horniness of what we’re doing. In all of my wildest fantasies, I never imagined the amazing sexy times I find myself indulging in with these men. I never imagined I’d go from virgin to sultry sex goddess practically overnight. Their encouragement has been like an awakening.
When Jacob releases, triggering my swallow reflex, his whole body goes taut and his legs tremble. “Ah, fuck,” he groans, the sound of his pleasure making me squeeze my legs together.
He stares down at me along the bridge of his strong nose, a filthy smile quirking one corner of his mouth. “Suck my brother, Riley.”
I let his dick go with a pop of my lips as Hayes steps into position. Using the tip of my tongue, I lick away little blobs of the frosting, teasing him until his hand is in my hair, gripping but not forcing. The groan he makes when I take him deep is pained, but his eyelids droop with lust, and his cock swells in my mouth.
He grips his shirt and tugs it up, his deliciously undulating abs suddenly in my line of sight. I want to touch him, to trail my tongue around his indented navel and run my nose over his smooth skin, but in this position, all I can do is look my fill.
“Fuck, you take his cock so good,” Jacob hisses. He’s tucked his dick back in his boxers even though it’s probably still sticky. I think we’ll all need a shower once we’re done.
“She knows exactly what to do to—”
Hayes never finishes his sentence. Instead, he groans long and low as he fills my mouth, proving his point. I do know precisely how to please these men, as they know how to please me. We’re perfect together, even though our relationship setup is far from ordinary.