Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
My mind is back on when he was looking up at me from the yard of my house the day we had to leave without a trace. The way he stared up at my nearly naked body. How he picked up my vibrator. The way his blue eyes blaze whenever I’m near.
Being cramped in this tiny cabin with four beastly gods is bad. So bad. I’m horny and vulnerable. Between my breakup and then nearly getting mowed down, my emotions are in turmoil. And I want them to make it all go away. To make it all better, giving me what I’ve been missing out on all this time. Save me, Seb.
“Clo?” His voice is raspy and deep.
“Yes?”
“We need to talk.”
Fuck, he knows.
Those bastards must think I’m stupid. I could hear her panting. Whimpering like a little kitten being stroked. Damn, as I lie here, I can fucking smell her arousal. She’s burning up with fucking need and I want so badly to taste her.
“Don’t blame them,” she blurts out.
I tense. Them? “Blame who?”
“Erm.” She shifts so she’s facing me. “I left my things at home, so I don’t have what I need to sate this craving inside me.” The plea for me to understand radiates from her.
She’s talking about her vibrator. The pink little toy that was wet with her juices when I caught her in the act nearly a week ago. She got off on me seeing her. I sit up and push the covers from the bed.
I’ll be damned if I don’t help her with her needs. The other guys sure as hell don’t have a problem helping out.
“Show me, Clo,” I rumble. “Show me where you crave to be touched.”
Sprinklings of goose bumps rise over her exposed skin. The barely-there nightie she bought sits around her waist. Her cotton panties are damp down the center. Her hand slides down between her legs and she breathes, “Here.”
“Take your panties off and show me where you touch yourself,” I growl. We’ve crossed so many lines and I’m the worst of all because I’m in charge and trusted to look after her by her father.
But fuck if I haven’t wanted her for so long. I crave to have her delicate hands on me and my own rough ones caressing her forbidden fruit.
She slips her hand into her panties and sighs. I need to see more and she needs me too. She gets off on being seen and watched. I slowly skim my palms up her legs and grip her panties before tearing them and throwing the scraps to the floor. I nudge her foot and she complies with my silent command. Open up for me. My heart is pounding inside my chest and my dick is straining in my boxers as she drops her knees and opens up to me like the clouds parting in a storm to show a sliver of heaven. Pink wet flesh tucked between smooth folds.
“You shave?” I gulp.
“Wax. I don’t like the hair against my fingers,” she moans. She’s shaking. Her entire form is vibrating, the ripe hole twitching with hunger to be filled. I want so badly to lean forward and taste her.
“Touch yourself, Clo,” I croak through a dry throat.
Just as she arches her back and torments her clit, Zac sits up on the sofa where he’d been sleeping, or at least pretending to. He doesn’t say anything and neither do I. This has been brewing for years and if I didn’t think she was ready for it to happen I’d smack the shit out of all of us. But we all fucking want it and we’re hitting the peak of dancing around the subject. This was always going to happen. It wasn’t a matter of if, just when.
I need to see all of her. I reach forward and grab the hem of her nighty, tearing the fabric from her body, exposing her taut stomach and perky tits. Her rosy nipples pebble as her chest heaves and her moans filter through the room.
“Taste her,” Zac tells me, his tone rough and filled with lust.
Fuck.
No turning back now. Not that I fucking want to. My morals drained from me somewhere around the place we pissed. Out here, morals don’t exist.
I palm her tits and squeeze them, my thumbs strumming the tight nipples, and then I can’t wait any longer. “Move your hand, Clo,” I growl. “Let me feast on you, baby.”
A rumble escapes me as I dive in and devour her. Sucking on her clit gets me a loud groan from her and her ass lifts to assist in rubbing her pussy against my face. Fucking sweet like honey. I lick and taste, swirling my tongue around her clit. I release one of her tits and bring my fingers to her tight hole, slipping two straight inside her and relishing the feeling of finally being inside her.