Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“All these hands on me,” I said. “Can someone stop fondling my breasts long enough to get my pants off, please!”
Hands wrapped around my waist, unbuttoned my pants, and slid them off me. I still felt the four hands groping me, so I looked over my shoulder and saw Ted with a lustful grin standing behind me. “Ask, and you shall receive,” he said.
“In that case, give me your massive, hard cock.” I turned back to Will.
He tried to kiss me again, but I held his head away, his mouth an inch from mine. I looked into his eyes, burning with desire, while Ted yanked down my panties and slid his fingers along my wet pussy.
I gasped.
Will lunged for me, his lips brushing mine, but I kept him back. Owen put his mouth to my neck and nipped and sucked greedily from my nape down to my shoulder.
I felt the tip of Ted’s cock brush my labia. I gasped again.
No sooner had the breath escaped my lips than he rammed his long, stiff cock into me. I grabbed Owen’s shirt and balled my hand into a fist. With Will, instead, my hand clutched his strong muscular shoulder. As my hand was no longer pushing him back, Will lunged at me with thirsty lips. I looked down, and he kissed me on the top of my head.
I tore off Will’s shirt and buried my face in his smooth, sculpted chest while Ted pounded me from behind.
Owen took off his shirt, and I left Will’s chest to explore the ripped pecs of his twin. The bristles of his chest scratched my cheeks, and when I couldn’t take anymore, I left him for the smooth skin of his brother.
I moaned and screamed, my breath falling hot on Will’s chest.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” said Ted.
His cock slipped out from inside me. Two hands grabbed my ass and pulled me forward. I had no sense of balance, but I quickly found myself on a blanket on my side.
Miles was lying beside me, his face close to mine. “Miles,” I said breathlessly.
He smiled, kissed me on the forehead, then lifted my leg, and slid his cock into my yearning pussy. I threw my head back and groaned.
Shaun was behind me, his hard cock pressed against the small of my back then sliding down the crack of my ass. Miles made a game of slipping out of me, then guiding himself back in, deep and quick, teasing me and laughing at the control he had over me. Shaun ran two fingers around the rim of my anus. He put his mouth on my shoulder and bit down gently just as the tip of his finger entered me. Miles pulled out. Shaun pressed the tip of his cock against the rim of my ass.
I gasped.
Miles guided himself back in with a thrust, like a tidal wave that washed over my whole body and threatened to pull me under.
I threw my head back and gulped for air. I saw Ryker standing by the fireplace. His eyes were fixed on me. His hand was around his thick cock, and his smiling lips moved, murmuring something I couldn’t make out.
Miles pulled out, and Shaun’s hard cock entered my ass farther still.
Shaun pulled out, and Miles, with his fingers rubbing my wet labia, entered me again.
Without a word between them, the brothers synchronized their penetration of me—Miles had my pussy then Shaun my ass—faster and deeper with each entry. The time between them—when one was out and the other in—grew shorter and shorter with predictable regularity, announcing the fast-approaching moment when they would both be inside me together.
I moaned and gasped for air. My eyes met Ryker’s. He wet his lips, and I wet mine. And it was as if I could taste him on my mouth. Though he was clear across the room on the other side, I reached out to him. He bit down on his lower lip and shook his head. He could clearly sense I was about to gush.
“Come with me, Ryker,” I called out. But my plea was broken up by moans I couldn’t contain. “Come with me,” I called again.
I hoped he could hear me because I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I gripped the blanket with my outstretched hand, buried my face against Miles’s shoulder, and came and came and came.
Shaun woke me up shortly before noon—still far too early. “It’s all been taken care of,” he said.
I tried to get up, but every inch of my body protested the effort, and I wondered if he was talking about my funeral.
“I just got off the phone with Sasha,” he continued. “I explained everything. She agreed only to grant Wendy an interview with the promise that our story stays private.”
I turned onto my side. Ryker was next to me, snoring lightly. I put my chin on his chest and bobbed up and down with his breathing. After a moment’s reflection, I said, “What’s to keep Wendy from doing the interview, then going ahead and writing her story about us, anyway?”