Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Hearing heavy footsteps, I look up to see Robin walking across the room. Without a word, he kisses my lips. His tongue pushing into my mouth, and the cum I just shoved into my mouth seeps down my chin in a steady stream. I can’t hold back. I have never been kissed this way.
I moan against his lips, my pussy tightening around the cock inside of it, cumming with a blinding force. I feel as though I am going to lose consciousness from the passion between us. Our lips are telling a story of twisted desires.
I can’t breathe, but I don’t fear it. I have everything I have ever wanted right here.
An epiphany has just hit me, but I am calm.
I found what I was looking for all of my life. I found a home. Not one that has four walls, but one that has ten pillars of strength surrounding me. These men are my lighthouse in the storm. I don’t want to ever lose them.
The cocks switch inside of me, and Brandon and Drex have taken my pussy and mouth. Both with their hands wrapped around the base of the shafts, aiming the heads to invade my tiny holes. I cry out the moment they are entirely inside of my body. No pain, all pleasure.
My hair is entwined in their fingers from both the front and back. Both men using me as though I am a rag doll. My body made for their pleasure. Maybe that’s true.
Caroline bends over the table in the room, a pillow placed on the hard surface of the table for her head to rest. She is glowing not only from the amount of semen that covers her body, but from the blooming pregnancy. A huge cock is repeatedly pumping her swollen pussy lips in a frenzy.
I use my finger to scoop the semen from my face, pushing it into my mouth. I won’t waste a drop. Not when it comes to this cum. Wiping the slender digit across my tongue, I am salivating for more of their dick juices.
Brandon holds my hips tight while pushing inside of my asshole. I am sure he is close. I can tell from the swelling of his cock in my smallest hole.
Drex is keeping up the pace with him, and they both are in perfect rhythm with each other.
I look over at Caroline and notice she is on her knees in front of the seven lovers. They are all stroking their cocks and aiming at her face. I realize this is what I want.
“Please, let me get to my knees. I want you to bathe me in your seed. Wash me with your cum.”
I don’t have to wait for them to agree. The moment I ask, they help my weary body to rest a few feet away from the others. With a feeling of complete love for them all, I am ready for this. My awakening.
Circling me is my ten lovers. All of them jacking off their cocks. Each one aimed at my body.
I reach my hand out for Caroline’s, holding it as though we are sisters in sin. Both of us at the same time repeat what we want. Tonight is not rehearsed or planned. We both know that we’re made for this life.
“Cum all over us!”
Our two voices beg for the seed of our men, and without stopping, one by one, they shoot streams of hot semen all over our bodies—faces, tits, asses, all covered with a shower of their offerings.
Again, I wish I was that fly on the wall watching this all. It was one hell of a show. Nineteen fully consenting adults expressing nothing but love for each other. I know that it’s true.
I do love them all.
Chapter 39
Eve
Scarlet is no more. We are now known as Eden. We wanted a new name to represent who and what we are.
Business is thriving—like I knew it would. We’re setting records nightly for attendance and bookings. I can’t believe how far I’ve come in such a short few months. I don’t think anyone is prepared for the talent that this place has. I know that when I gave updates to my mother, she was astonished.
Her last voicemail still has me walking in the clouds.
“Evelynn, it’s Mom. I know you’re busy, but I want to let you know that we’re so proud of you. Call me when you can. Love you.”
My mother is not one to speak that way. She has always been a strong force, but her tone and words tell me that getting away from the business has been good for her.
I stand above the crowds in the viewing loft, watching women flirt with all the men. I’m not jealous. I have no reason to be. I’m not a child anymore.
I know that the bed they get into at night is mine. Well, on the nights that we’re together.