Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“I’m coming,” I warn, but all she does is smile up at me. She keeps on sucking, steadily, taking me deeper and deeper, holding me in her mouth as I erupt, my world going white as my body shudders its release.
CHAPTER 50
CALLIE
After Miles steps back, Max pulls me into a hug from behind, then lifts me off of him. He walks me over to the bed, where he lays me down on my back, my hips right at the edge.
After his hands stroke down the length of my legs, I wrap them around his waist. He pulls me closer to him and keeps hold of my bottom as he plunges back inside me, jolting the bed and rocking my very foundations.
The strength of the man is apparent in his every movement as he drives into me with the perfect amount of restrained force. His thumb strokes my clit as he pumps into my pussy with deep, steady thrusts.
“You ready for me, Callie? I’m gonna come, and I’m gonna come hard. Your pussy feels so fucking good.”
God, I never knew dirty talk was a thing for me, but it definitely is.
“You gonna be a good girl and take it?”
I wish there was no condom between us, so I could take it all.
I reach for his hands, and his fingers intertwine with mine as he seizes up, every muscle on his body coiled tight, ready to let loose. His cock swells, then he erupts with a groan, pulsing deep inside me, over and over.
His body shudders as he finishes, and when he pulls out, he bends to lay a kiss on my belly.
Afterward, I crawl to the middle of the bed and Miles comes to lie next to me, his hand loosely skimming over my hip and thigh. When Max returns from the bathroom, he lies on my other side, the two of them surrounding me.
“All of that was so incredible.”
The two men voice their agreement at the same time using the same words. “Yeah, it was.”
They both reach for one of my hands, and after a few minutes, I drift off, my hands wrapped in theirs, as happy and content as I’ve ever been in my life. I wish we’d have been sharing this bed from the very first night we arrived.
At some point, I stir, and open my eyes to find Miles softly stroking my hip.
He presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Want some water?”
“That’d be great. How long have I been asleep?”
“Not long.” All the lights in the room are still on. The three of us are still naked on top of the comforter.
I sit up to watch as Miles crosses the room. The sight of his bare backside revives me from sleepiness faster than an iced coffee ever could, and I’m wet for him all over again. When he returns with the water, he sits with me on the edge of the bed as I drink it.
“How are you feeling?” His eyes glance down to the spot where my legs meet, where I could understandably be sore after the way Max went at me.
“I feel amazing.”
His eyes crinkle as he gives me a warm grin. “That’s good.”
“I’m up for more, actually. If you are.”
“I guess I’d be dumb to turn down an offer like that,” he says, calling back to how I responded when Max offered me a full-body massage.
When I laugh, he says, “Actually, would you be up for indulging me in a fantasy I’ve had?”
My eyes go wide. Is this fantasy about me? He hasn’t even known me for very long.
“Even though I would like to be more flexible,” Miles says, “I’ll confess that my motivations for coming to yoga class aren’t entirely pure.”
I arch a brow. “Is that right?”
Miles traces a spiraling path along my thigh with the tip of his finger. “When you demonstrate certain poses, it’s hard for me to keep from getting distracted.”
“Certain poses? Which ones?” I’m asking mostly to tease him, since it’s clear that talking about this is making him a little uncomfortable.
“Well, really, all of them, but some make my mind wander more than others.”
“I think I can imagine. So, what you’re saying is that you’d like a little yoga session right now?”
From behind us, Max chimes in. “I knew he wasn’t going to yoga for the stretching.”
“I was. Just not my stretching.”
Max laughs and rolls over to his other side, leaving us to it.
“I’m not going to do yoga alone right now,” I tell Miles as I stand and take his hand.
“Of course not.” He positions himself opposite me and follows me as I stretch my arms overhead.
“Since we’re making confessions, I’ll say that having you in my class was kind of distracting for me, too.”
His grin is adorable. “Yeah?”
I fold into a forward bend. “Don’t act like you don’t know you’re good looking.”