Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Ever since we were together, I’ve been imagining taking her in different positions, and this is one of them. The view is spectacular.
When I start pumping into her, she makes a mewing sound that has me stopping immediately. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?”
Her bottom lip captured between her teeth, Ember nods, and I pull back, nearly out of her. “Which is it? It hurts?” This position takes me deep, and the last thing I want to do is cause her pain.
“Yeah, but don’t stop. It’s a good kind of hurt.”
“Are you sure?”
“Griffin, keep going!” In case I don’t get the message, she tucks a foot behind my ass and uses it to urge me forward, and my face splits into a grin. This woman.
Watching her closely, I start again, gradually increasing the pace, making sure she’s good with it. Still biting her lip, she closes her eyes, but now her expression of pleasure is unmistakable.
When I start to piston in and out of her, she moans, and when I stroke my thumb over her clit, she lets go, crying out my name as her hips arch and her body goes stiff.
She’s a beautiful sight, her skin glowing, her hair fanned out around her face, her pussy gushing around my cock.
Somehow, I manage not to immediately lose control this time, and instead, enjoy every minute of her ecstasy.
I ease her through her recovery, keeping a slow and steady rhythm. The smile I receive is everything.
She beckons for Frank then, calling him over from where he’s sitting with a look and a wave of her arm. As he smooths a few strands of hair from her cheek, she runs a hand over his thigh.
“This okay?” she asks as she gets closer to his hard-on.
“Course,” he says, voice rough.
She smiles as her fingers trace the bulge in his jeans, and inside, I’m smiling for her. Maybe it’s weird, but tonight, I found out I don’t mind seeing Ember with other men, at least Frank and Zeb, who I trust to treat her right. I like watching her experience joy, even if it’s not me who’s providing it.
I’m sure I’d feel differently if I weren’t involved. I’m not interested in sitting on the sidelines, but I’m more than happy to be a team player.
FRANK
The older I get, the fewer new experiences I have. What’s happening tonight was never on my bucket list. Despite being aware that the men who run Beasts Ink share a woman, it’s not something I ever imagined for myself.
Though it’s strange in many ways, the sharing part is beside the point. It’s still all about Ember, just as it would be if it were the two of us alone.
Right now, she’s testing out the durability of denim. My jeans are getting damn close to splitting open as her hand runs over the bulge under my zipper.
“Will you show me?” The focus of her gaze and the squeeze she gives me there make my cock even harder.
It’s a relief to unzip my fly, and it’s something else altogether to see Ember’s mouth round into a small circle of surprise.
“You’re so thick.” Her fingers touch my bare skin now, and I jerk and swell in her grasp. “All three of you are definitely gifted.”
She wraps her palm around me and strokes, and I let out a breath, reminding myself that this is just for tonight.
I’m going to enjoy every minute, and then I’m going to have to let this go.
With a more forceful, but still gentle tug, Ember beckons me closer, and I oblige. She cranes her neck, guiding me toward her mouth, and I’m mesmerized by her pretty pink lips opening for me.
I reach for a pillow and put it under her head, then I call on all my inner strength. I’m not going to shoot my load like this, though it would be so easy.
Her mouth is hot and wet, and her tongue does things to the head of my cock that make me groan. Then she starts making sounds like she’s finding me incredibly delicious.
It takes me a moment to realize Griffin is playing with her pussy, and from the way she’s responding, he’s about to make her come again.
When she’s poised to go over the edge, I pull back so both she and I can focus on her orgasm. I’m in awe of her beautiful face, her expression, and the sounds she makes as she gets lost inside herself.
Before she recovers, a grunt from Griffin’s direction alerts me that he’s about to follow her, and I watch Ember respond to that, too, her entire presence radiating bliss.
I wish I could sculpt her like this, but I could never do her justice.
After Griffin kisses Ember and leaves the room, I take her in my arms and sit down where she’d been lying. She rests her head against my chest, and it’s like she was made to fit right there.