Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 114551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Chapter 30
OAKLEY
I collapse onto the couch in Zade’s penthouse before immediately regretting it, a sharp pain jolting through my chest, realizing way too late that I’m well behind on my painkiller schedule. “Fuck, that hurt,” I mutter as Sawyer falls down beside me, a heavy weight lifted off each of our shoulders.
“What’s wrong?” Easton asks from the kitchen. “Are you hurting?”
“No,” I lie, watching as he rolls his eyes before practically diving on my medications and finding the strongest one. He fills a glass of water, and with the little pills in his hands, he walks right around the back of the couch as I scramble onto my knees and turn to face him.
“Open wide,” he instructs, placing the pills into my mouth and getting a wicked enjoyment out of this before handing me the glass of water. He braces his hands on the back of the couch, his feral gaze lingering on my mouth. “Now swallow.”
Yes, sir.
I do as I’m asked as Easton watches me swallow the pills right down before taking my chin and forcing it up, holding my stare. “What a good little whore you are.”
A squeak tears through my lips, and he watches me curiously, fire blazing in his eyes and holding me captive. He takes the glass of water and goes to walk away when I shake my head and grab hold of his belt buckle, keeping him planted behind the couch. “Where the hell do you think you’re going, big guy?” I question, my pussy clenching. “You don’t get to say something like that without following through.”
“Oh yeah?” he challenges, all but thrusting the glass into Sawyer’s hands before dropping his hands to his belt. He pulls his shirt free before slowly unbuttoning it, showing off those perfect deep ridges of his abs and making my mouth water. The fabric falls to the ground, and my gaze scans over his inked chest and arms before following his movement back to his belt buckle. “You want to show me just how good of a little whore you really are?”
I nod like a fucking bobblehead and watch as he opens his pants and reaches in, fisting his glorious cock. My tongue rolls over my bottom lip, and as he pulls it free, so hard, thick and long, I know I’m about to blow his fucking mind.
He slowly pumps his fist up and down, and as the hunger gets stronger, my patience wears thin. “Don’t make me wait, Easton,” I growl. “I might be a good little whore for you, but I’m an impatient one, and if it’s not your dick in my mouth, it’ll be Sawyer’s.”
Hearing his name, Sawyer’s head whips up, only just now realizing we’re about to have a party without him, and he jumps to his feet. “Woah, Doll,” he says, pulling his shirt over his head and playing catch up. “Who said you get to celebrate without me?”
I grin as Sawyer moves in behind me on the couch, his knees on either side of mine, but all I can focus on is Easton as he moves in closer, his cock only a breath away. Easton grabs my chin, his thumb rubbing across my bottom lip. “Don’t you fucking tease me, Pretty,” he growls, that authoritative tone making me wet. “Now open wide.”
Good fucking God.
His tip presses to my lips and I greedily lap up the small bead of moisture like it was personally gifted to me, and without wasting another moment, I open wide and groan as he slowly pushes inside. My fingers close around his base, firmly squeezing as I feel him in the back of my throat, and only when he reaches around me and curls my hair around his hand do I truly settle in for a good time.
Easton slowly pulls back, taking control of my movements with his hold on my hair, and when I feel Sawyer’s cock grinding against my ass, my eyes roll in the back of my head. His fingers pinch the small zipper at the top of my black dress, and as he drags it down and the fabric loosens around me, a shiver runs down my spine.
I have to release my hold on Easton’s cock to allow the dress to fall right down my arms, but the moment I do, Sawyer is all too eager to pull the rest of the fabric away. His fingers slip into the sides of my black lace panties, dragging them down my ass and right down my thighs. Then as he grinds against my ass, he reaches around me, flicking his fingers over my clit and pushing down to my entrance.
I’m soaking wet for them, and he slowly pushes his fingers inside me before returning to my clit, making my body jolt with pleasure. I groan against Easton’s cock, and I know he feels the vibration from my throat by the way his eyes flutter, and it only makes me want it more.