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)
“Sir,” I whispered.
He made a sleepy humming sound and rolled onto his side, facing me.
“He’s so handsome.” I caressed his cheek and kissed him gently again. “Lucas.”
“You both are.” Colt gripped my hips and leaned over me to press a kiss to my spine. “You were so fuckin’ sexy together last night when he took you.”
Because I hurt like nothing else? Lucas went easier than Colt, but Lucas also had the girth to break a boy.
“You, Sir,” I told Colt, “are a Sadist.”
Colt let out a breathless chuckle and felt the need to give me a handful of sharp thrusts that hurt so badly, I whined out loud and fisted the sheets.
“Wanna rephrase that, Kit?” Colt asked.
I gritted my teeth against the pain, and I lost my brain in the fire. “Yes, Sir. You’re a motherfucking Sadist—” Shut up! I froze in horror.
Colt grew still.
Lucas, of all people, let out a lazy chuckle. So, he wasn’t asleep?
Before I could register what was happening, I was being thrown around. My ass fucking hurt, my stomach flipped, and I gasped. My back hit the sheets with a thuddy squeak from the mattress. Colt told Lucas to “get ready to fuck his little throat raw” and repositioned me so I was lying horizontally across the bed, my head and feet hanging off each side.
Lucas was already out of the bed and had disappeared out the door.
“I-I’m sorry,” I stuttered. My heart slammed against my ribcage.
“For what?” Colt wrapped my legs around his middle and leaned over me.
I sucked in a breath, bracing myself for…anything. Pain. Punishment.
“I called you Sadist.”
“Mmm, you did.” He dragged his slicked-up cock around my opening, then pushed in unhurriedly. It was at odds with his previous behavior. He was mad, wasn’t he?
“Are-are you going to punish me?”
“Nah. Sadist is a fuckin’ term of endearment.”
“What!” I cried out. Pushing myself up to support my weight on my elbows, I glared at what little I saw of him. “Then why did you manhandle me like I was about to get it?”
I caught his smirk as he lowered himself over me and sank deeper into my ass.
“Because…” He kissed the corner of my mouth. “It makes me hard to fuck with your pretty little head.”
“I…” I had nothing. You’re already hard, part of me wanted to remind him. But I couldn’t. He started fucking me again and kissing me and sucking on my skin and making those out-of-this-world sexy sounds… “Colt,” I moaned and fell back.
“There he is,” Colt breathed, picking up the pace. “My sweet, cock-hungry boy. You just wanna get fucked, don’t you?”
“Yes.” The word left me in a drawn-out groan. The hurt simmered below the surface while waves of euphoria swept over me, and I began begging. I couldn’t help it. This angle felt fucking amazing. He hit so deep with my legs wrapped around him.
He grabbed my jaw and kissed me hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth. “We’re gonna own every inch of your perfect body.” He slid his hand down to my chest and pinched my nipple hard.
I hissed and turned away from the kiss, letting the sting sear through me.
He kept pounding into me, and I lolled my head from side to side, unable to escape the sensation of drowning. I didn’t know why I wanted to. The lust was everywhere and spurred me on, but it weighed me down too. I had to gasp for air.
He’d succeeded. My head was thoroughly fucked.
Colt cursed.
In the distance, as if everything took place underwater, I heard Lucas’s low voice.
He appeared by my head and caressed my jaw with both hands.
I could see him clearer now. The light from the hallway… He must’ve left the door open.
He tapped my cheek. “Open up for me, little one.”
I shuddered like a desperate slut who’d just found out he was about to get laid, and I parted my lips for his delicious cock. With my head tilted off the mattress, I waited for him to take the last step. He stroked his semi-hard cock and brushed the tip against my bottom lip.
The second I felt his thick cock sliding against my tongue, I moaned embarrassingly loudly and wrapped my lips around him.
It took me a second to realize Lucas had washed up earlier, and I was glad I didn’t taste any remnants of lube.
“Prettiest spit roast I ever saw,” Colt said, out of breath.
Feeling bolder for a second, I lifted my hand and flipped off Colt. And his gruff laugh made me smile around Lucas’s cock.
“You really are a brat.” Colt leaned over me and kissed the corner of my mouth. “Don’t ever change that.” He inched closer and licked the base of Lucas, and it was so fucking hot I could die. “Tell me you won’t, Kit.”
I swirled my tongue around Lucas and pulled away slowly. “I promise, Sir.”