Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
“Jesus, you’re tight,” Colt muttered.
“Please,” I panted. I didn’t know how long I could last. With four hands on me, fingers buried inside me, a mouth on my dick, I was fighting a losing battle, and I was going down fast. “I’m so turned on,” I groaned. “I want to come.”
Lucas gripped the base of my dick and stroked me quickly. “Give me every drop, Kit.”
I let out a loud moan and pushed back against Colt’s fingers. A tight ball of need dropped lower and lower, and I surrendered to it. I welcomed it. I let go of everything and obeyed my body. I fucked Lucas’s mouth as much as he allowed, I begged Colt for more, to be fucked, to hurt—I loved the sting—and then I was flying. I hauled in a deep breath and held it as the orgasm crashed down on me.
There was instant tranquility and euphoria. I lost all strength and didn’t care one bit. Everything slowed down. One shiver set off another, and several ropes of come rushed up my cock and shot into Lucas’s mouth. His tongue caressed me, his lips were tight around me, and he swallowed and swallowed and swallowed.
Colt brushed a finger over my prostate, and tears burned behind closed lids. It’d been too long since I’d experienced anything remotely close to this kind of pleasure.
“Oh God…” The words left me in a shallow breath, and then Lucas caught me as I fell forward. Listless and shaking, I could do nothing but collapse in his arms.
“This is gonna be quick.” Colt’s gruff voice pierced the haze I floated in, but I didn’t move until I felt Lucas leaning forward again. With me in his lap, he took Colt in his mouth too. And Colt…didn’t mess around. He grabbed Lucas’s head and fucked his throat raw.
Wanting to please Colt, I scrambled out of Lucas’s grasp and kneeled on the couch.
“You can be rough with me, Sir, I promise.” I could tell he was close, and that he didn’t want to slow down. But he didn’t know I loved being used that way. Okay, it had only happened twice, though it’d practically made me religious.
“You sure, boy?” Colt grunted.
“Use me, please,” I replied. “I want it.”
He quirked a smirk. “How can I resist?” He withdrew his cock—sweet Jesus, his very large cock—and angled himself close to me instead. “Pinch my thigh if you reach your limit.”
“Yes, Sir.” I placed my hands on his thighs and leaned in, opening my mouth for him.
“That sight,” he murmured, threading his fingers into my hair. “Even your tongue is cute. Lick me with it.”
More than happy to. I licked him from root to tip and swiped my tongue over the slit, tasting his pre-come. Excitement built up rapidly, and I really wanted to show him I loved to suck cock. Even though I wouldn’t be a natural like Lucas. Closing my mouth around Colt’s thick shaft, I sucked him in strongly and hollowed out my cheeks.
My fingers met an uneven surface, the kind I was painfully familiar with, and I knew instantly it was scarring. I hadn’t noticed it before, but now it was impossible not to. Around Colt’s hip was a big area that whispered of suffering.
I didn’t know how or why or when he’d gotten the scars, but it made me want to please him even more. And one day, maybe he’d tell me about them.
“Exquisite,” Lucas whispered. “Those sweet lips belong wrapped around a big cock. You’re fucking beautiful.”
They were going to make me hard in no time if they kept up that talk!
Colt exhaled a low groan and pushed deeper until I choked. Out, then in, out, then in. He quickened his pace pretty fast, and I sensed his urgency to get off. To spur him on, I shifted one hand to his sexy butt, and I pulled him in. He seemed to love that. He relaxed some and went harder. I choked, and my eyes welled up, but I wasn’t going to give up. An emotional surge swept through me, and I put all my focus on him. On pleasing him.
Lucas rose from his seat and pulled out his cock too, and he stroked himself while watching us. It was such a turn-on, and an unfamiliar need struck me hard. I wanted to be seductive.
They’d accepted the part of me I loathed, my upper body. They hadn’t reacted badly to the scars. They had barely acknowledged them. I could do this.
I positioned myself on all fours along the couch, my head turned to Colt so he could use my mouth and throat. Flashes of panic whooshed by every few seconds. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t do anything. I choked and choked, over and over. But I didn’t pinch Colt’s thigh, and I forced myself to pay attention to them. I heard Colt’s curses, his heavy breathing, and sensed he was letting go. He was fucking my throat the way he liked it. And I felt Lucas. I felt his hand caressing my ass, and I listened to his husky whispers.