Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
When he notched himself at my entrance, I felt his hips flex giving me the barest slide. He reached around me and cupped my pussy. I loved the raw possessiveness of the gesture and ground against his hand greedily. He held my hip and worked me back against him inch by inch, feeding his thick cock into me with painstaking slowness. My jaw dropped as he bottomed out and I felt the brush of his sac against my sensitive folds. I went almost limp with the bliss of being filled so utterly, of having his big hand cupping me and working my sensitive nub.
The electric shock of it ran through me and I knew I was building up to an incredible climax. He rocked against me, stayed buried inside my channel, making me breathless, overwhelmed. I wasn’t sure how to move to even work up a rhythm, and I needed more but I wasn’t sure how to get it. I felt my nipples tighten painfully and I writhed a little, wanting relief but feeling helpless, bent over, and impaled by him, and the restraint that let him hold that stiff and throbbing member completely still inside me was like a bowstring drawn taut, waiting to be plucked.
I heard a noise. My heart pounded and when I stole a look at him over my shoulder, I caught sight of Noah in the doorway.
“I see you started without us,” he said coolly and took off his jacket. He removed cufflinks and rolled up his sleeves with slow, deliberate motions.
Noah’s eyes never left me, the way I was bent over, hands scrabbling on the tabletop in artless urgency.
Noah pulled up a chair in front of me and sat. With Leo’s help, his cock still buried in me, I bent forward into Noah’s arms. He laid my arms over his shoulders and his lips met mine. “I’ve got you, baby. I know you need relief,” he said, and while he kissed me, one hand went to my bare breast that hung right by his face. He fondled my nipple as I shook and groaned with pleasure. He sucked the tender bud, then rubbed it, alternating between the heat of his mouth and the cool air. Then he surprised me again, dropping to his knees and wrapped his hands around my sides. With an indulgent kiss to my belly, he met my eyes and then kissed me right where his brother had spread me with his fingers. It was Leo’s cock, Noah’s tongue and I trembled, jerked, held onto the shelf behind Noah’s chair, afraid I’d crumple as he ate me out. Leo stirred his cock inside my core as I clenched around him at his brother’s ministrations. I didn’t know If my legs would hold me as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through me and Leo unleashed deep into my womb.
“Move aside, boys,” Ethan’s voice came. I turned my head toward the sound and saw him loosen his tie. “You had your turn. Can’t you see she can barely stand?” He wasn’t wrong. Ethan gathered me into his lap and reached between us, unzipped his fly. As his mouth claimed mine, his thick shaft sprang free between us, and I wanted it. I should have felt like a slut who wanted three brothers at once. But instead, it felt like a treat, a back-room indulgence.
I slid down the wall and sat on the floor of the shower, weak from coming again and again from the fantasy. I wanted all three of them. Not just as a naughty fantasy. In my life and maybe in my bed.
6
NOAH
“That was a splendid presentation, my boy. Very thorough,” Ron Porter said to me, clapping me on the back.
“Thank you, sir. It’s been an interest of mine for a long time. I’m thrilled to bring it to the board for consideration.”
“I think we can safely say that the board is considering it very seriously. Well done.”
I ducked my head a little at the praise. I was proud of my presentation on global microloans, and I knew it would be a solid addition to the firm’s philanthropic portfolio. In addition to my own passion for the cause was the fact that a successful pitch to the board of directors would help when I was considered for partner. I’d put in a lot of late hours on that proposal, and I was glad it had gone well.
Porter was the third member who had sought me out to thank me and congratulate me on it. That kind of recognition felt good, but it would feel better to make partner. I’d been working toward that goal for over a year.
It was the driving force that kept me going the last few years even if it derailed a few relationships along the way when a woman didn’t like coming in second to my work. When I was ready to settle down, I would make the time. Until then, I had goals to smash.