Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
My shout was a garbled mix of their names. My orgasm slammed into me, and pleasure consumed me like a tidal wave. My body was on fire. Juices dripped down my thighs as I came all over River’s cock. I clung to Bones and Frankie to keep upright. I couldn’t stop shaking or arching, even after my orgasm receded. My body buzzed with heat.
“Fuck, you look so good, angel,” Lotto growled.
His eyes stayed on the way my tits bounced as River kept fucking me, chasing his own orgasm. He came with a low groan, his thrusts choppy until he filled up River’s ass and stopped. I shivered at how good he looked in the throes of pleasure. So fucking sexy. All I wanted to do was make him come like that beneath me next time.
Frankie knocked my hand away and replaced it with his own. The jerks of his cock were frantic. His hand on my hip tightened painfully. Bones did the same. Their dicks and hands brushed as they fucked themselves; the wet tips pressed against my chest with each stroke.
Lotto pulled from River, and River immediately planted his feet on the ground to fuck me even harder. I held onto Bones and Frankie’s shoulders to keep myself from falling over. They stroked even faster against my bouncing tits. River grunted a few times before letting out a long, drawn-out moan. His cum splashed against my walls and filled me, dripping down with each thrust.
Frankie’s eyes flashed down to my messy pussy. He groaned and shuddered into me. His cum spurted out and covered my chest, his cock pulsing against my skin. Bones came next, his cum mixing with Frankie’s to make an even bigger mess of my breasts. My cunt throbbed. The four of them had left their mark on me in one way or another.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
We took a moment to catch our breaths.
River was the first to break the silence with one of his signature laughs. “Well, that’s a hell of a way to adopt someone into your family.”
“Adopt?” I threw him a look over my shoulder. “Really?”
“I mean, I was just a scraggly ol’ kid, and you—”
“Please stop talking.” Frankie pulled away from me. “Nothing about you is scraggly.”
“You haven’t seen me with a beard.”
“There will be plenty of chances.” Lotto offered his hand to me and helped me to my feet. Good thing, too, because my legs were jelly.
We cleaned up as best we could with wet wipes and tissues, but my body was still sticky and spent. All in a good way. This office had seen plenty of action, and there would be plenty more where that came from. The thought had my cunt pulsing again.
Ugh, my hormones needed to simmer down.
There would be plenty of time for more celebration once we made it to the top four.
River shrugged his shirt and underwear back on, then set his hands on his hips. “Look. I’ll just say this once. I’m happy to join you guys—personally and professionally. But if you’re lying to me and working with Scotty on this shady shit, I’m leaving and turning every single one of you in. I’m not against it.”
“I know,” I answered as I gathered my clothes. “That won’t be happening. Promise.”
“We won’t let you down, River,” Bones added.
“As long as you don’t do the same for us.” Frankie crossed his arms. It was a bit funny to see him look so pissed off and authoritative when he was still as naked as the day he was born. “We need to work even harder. There’s too much on the line now.”
I glanced at Bones and Lotto. Their shared look said everything.
Mr. Vega was in danger, and we needed to protect him.
We needed to protect all of us.
“No more distractions,” Frankie finished.
I grinned and slapped his ass. “Even if they’re this sexy?”
“Ari,” he warned with an amused huff.
I batted my eyelashes with fake innocence. “What? It’s not my fault you are the distraction, Mr. Cheeks.”
“If he’s Mr. Cheeks, what am I?” River tilted his head thoughtfully. “Mr. Hair?”
“No, Mr. Hung.”
“Pretty apt.” Lotto snorted. “I don’t even want to know what I am.”
“Mr. Strong Hand.” I laughed and pretended to swat someone’s ass in the air. When I was done, I pointed at Bones. “And you, my dear Bones Vega, are Mr. Washboard.”
We all shared a laugh together. Thank God. It was so much better than how we’d originally entered the office. Second only to what happened minutes ago.
“Rest up,” Frankie said. “’Cause tomorrow we’re back at it.”
River nodded. “I’ll be ready.”
“For anything,” Bones agreed.
I exhaled a happy breath.
There was finally a light at the end of a dark, twisted tunnel.
The only thing that stood in our way was a pint-sized felon with ugly tattoos and even uglier teeth.