Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“Ride the fuck out of him!” Dean says. “I want to see those gorgeous tits bounce.”
I go for it, riding Ryan like he’s a bronco, up and down, tits bouncing hard and heavy for Dean. His cock is getting hard again now, his eyes are dirty.
He’s definitely the filthy one out of the pair of them, and I like it. I prefer Dean over Ryan, grinning happily as I bounce on his friend.
“I want your ass,” Dean tells me. “Spin the fuck around on him.”
I groan as I twist myself over Ryan. It’s his eyes that are on my jiggling tits now as I keep on riding him. I feel Dean behind me on the bed as he positions himself. He takes hold of my hair as he shoves me forward, flat straight onto Ryan.
“Keep bouncing, slut!” Dean says, and I brace myself on the mattress, hips still rolling as Dean spits on his fingers.
My ass is so fucking tight with Ryan’s dick in my pussy that I cry out when Dean shoves two fingers inside, but this is pain I like… pain I’m used to.
“More, please,” I say to him. “Yes! More!”
“I’ll give you more, you filthy slut,” Dean says and twists his fingers deep, and I keep on moving, eyes closed as I shift ever so slightly… so my clit is against Ryan’s crotch. I’m so spread… so fucking spread…
“Filthy slut,” Dean says again, and he forces a third finger right in.
He has me, then. Used by two, stretched by two, even though he hasn’t even got his cock in me yet. This is going to hurt. A good hurt. It’s going to feel so fucking good to be such a slut.
All I want is the pain of the stretch as his cock lines up against my ass. He uses my rhythm against Ryan to edge forward, making me take his dick, just a bit at a time. Fuck, it hurts. But I don’t care… I’m high on champagne and dick, both at once. Holly and Ella blur into one, but I stop myself. No. I’m Holly.
Right here, I’m Holly.
My clit is frantic, and I’m panting like a desperate bitch, but the clients are what’s important. I let Ryan kiss me deep when he pulls my head to his. It doesn’t mean a thing.
He keeps on kissing me as Dean shoves his cock all the way in. The sharp stab makes me bite at Ryan’s lip. He responds by biting mine and I groan like a true slut when Dean starts fucking my ass.
“My turn for mouth on mouth,” Dean says, and uses my hair to twist my head right back, my lips puffy as he mashes his mouth on mine. He kisses me harder than Ryan. He fucks me harder than Ryan. He guides the game of double penetration as he owns my ass, slamming and slamming and slamming.
“Time to change position,” he says, and it feels like my ass is tearing as he pulls out. “Ryan, move. You’re taking her cunt from the front this time.”
Dean gets on his back as Ryan gets off the bed.
“Holly, get your filthy ass on my cock,” he barks, and I do as I’m told, straddling him in reverse – but rather than have me bouncing with his dick in my burning ass, he hooks his arms under mine, binding my back to his chest. I can’t move and I don’t want to.
“Fuck her cunt,” Dean says to Ryan, and Ryan’s eyes are fiercer now as he looks down at him.
“I don’t need fucking instructions, jackass,” he says as he climbs back onto the bed.
No. He doesn’t. He shuffles up close between our spread legs and lines his cock up, shoving in hard in one long thrust. The stretch makes me hiss. Ryan likes that, grinning as he fucks me. Dean’s breaths are in my ear, and Ryan is staring down as he fucks my pussy, and I’m gasping, lost in the headspace.
“You’re a filthy fucking whore for real. Money well spent,” Dean says, and I nod, agreeing.
“Yes, I am. I love being a filthy fucking whore for real.”
“My cock is probably tearing your ass to pieces, you know that?”
I grin up at Ryan as I answer Dean.
“Yeah, I know that. I can feel it.”
“And you don’t fucking care?”
I close my eyes, revelling. I think of the cash, and the reviews, and all of the other men I’m likely to serve, but it’s more than that. I’m loving it. Maybe Ebony is right. Maybe one day I’ll be a hardcorer.
“No,” I tell Dean. “I don’t fucking care. Your cock can be tearing my ass all it likes. It feels like fucking heaven.”
They both ramp it up, and I whimper. They pin me between them, slamming together in rhythm, before splitting apart, alternating back and forth, and it’s a beautiful horny pain. I encourage them. I beg for more. I give them everything they want from me.