Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“Easy, Av,” Dane whispers to me from behind. “I’m going to go slow. You tell me to stop at any time.”
I nod and focus on Andrew’s beautiful face. He smiles at me reassuringly and says, “You are so fucking sexy, Avril. I want to come inside you so bad.”
His words completely melt me, causing me to relax. Dane must feel it because he pushes forward and the head of him pops inside of me. I feel the burn, but it dissipates quickly. I’m suddenly thankful for that plug in my ass all afternoon.
“Jesus, she’s tight,” Dane says, and I know he’s speaking directly to Andrew. “Man… just wait until you feel this ass.”
Andrew groans and impatiently thrusts his hips up, driving his cock into me deep.
“Oh.” I gasp as my forearms go to the mattress and my cheek presses against Andrews. I can’t move really, impaled from below by Andrew and behind by the tip of Dane’s dick inside me.
“Just hang on for the ride,” Andrew tells me and I nod my head, feeling the stubble on his cheek rub against my skin.
Dane presses further into me, and I’m stretching, burning, and then feeling the most amazing fullness. It’s almost indescribable, but I feel complete in a way that I didn’t know was missing.
Andrew stays still while Dane continues to sink his cock into my ass. When his pelvis presses against me and I’m completely stuffed, my head lifts as I moan in pleasure. “Oh, God that feels good.”
“You good, Av?” Dane asks me, but all I can do is furiously nod my head. I’m full of man, and I’m actually dreading the emptiness when this is over. I try to move up and down on Andrew, but I’m pinned in place by Dane’s cock.
“Don’t move,” Dane says. “Let us do the work, okay?”
“Okay,” I whisper, and then my mouth is occupied with Andrew’s tongue again. He starts thrusting upward into me with short, gentle strokes, which starts Dane moving. He pulls out almost to the tip before pressing in deep again.
I cry out into Andrew’s mouth, and he sucks it down. My lips go lax. I can’t even concentrate on kissing Andrew with the sensations going on below my waist. Both cocks moving, rubbing against each other through the thin flesh that separates them. Andrew breathing harshly, and Dane grunting every time he thrusts inside me. Pretty soon, our skin is slapping together and the headboard is knocking hard against the wall. The air in my lungs seems frozen, and my fingers claw into the bedspread as I can do nothing but feel the sensations. I’m overwhelmed by how good it all feels, and my head starts spinning.
My orgasm catches me by surprise, bursting apart so violently I cry out. Tears start falling freely from my eyes because it feels so amazing, and it goes on and on as both men continue to fuck me mercilessly.
I feel on the edge of blacking out, feel myself start to fall under, but then another orgasm hits me. This time, I scream from the force of it.
“Fuck yes,” Dane growls and starts hammering into my ass.
“I’m fucking coming,” Andrew groans as he pushes his hips up and his cock starts pulsing inside me.
Dane drives so deep that he pushes both me and Andrew down into the mattress and groans out his release as well in typical Dane fashion, which means uttering every curse word known to man while he grinds into my ass.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I chant over and over again as my orgasm continues to just lazily ripple through me and both men are emptying themselves into my body.
It’s beautifully terrifying as I don’t know that I can ever have anything measure up to that again.
♦
No, there’s nothing weird about laying in my bed with Dane on one side and Andrew on the other. We’re propped up against the headboard, watching some old Seinfeld episodes and sharing the ice cream.
The haze of sex has long since dissipated, and we’ve been discussing business.
Fabron and his desire to join Caterva to be exact.
This actually makes me very happy because it shows we are all able to compartmentalize what we’re doing between the bedroom and the boardroom, even though we are discussing business in a bed while naked.
When my phone rings, I thrust the ice cream at Andrew and roll slightly over Dane to reach for it. His hand comes to my hip to steady me, and it could be a platonic sort of move except he gives me a small, affectionate squeeze as I settle back against the pillows.
Looking at the caller ID, I don’t recognize the number but can tell it’s local. I connect and put the phone to my ear. “Avril Carrigan.”
“It’s Jamie,” I hear my former boyfriend say, and he immediately adds on, “Please don’t hang up.”