Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
”He's extra clingy,” she smiles, then rises on tiptoes to kiss me. “You need me?”
“Yeah,” I say gruffly, without embarrassment. “I need you. Rock, too.”
“I'm yours.” She pauses and glances over her shoulder. “But if he wakes and I'm not here—”
“He'll come find us,” I say, her concern touching my heart.
Lory nods, tucking her hair behind one dainty ear. She wears small hoop earrings that are barely more than a silver thread closely cupping her lobe. I want to buy her diamonds to replace them, or maybe emeralds that would glint brightly against her dark hair. If I get out, I'll be the first thing I do.
I pick her up, cupping behind her thighs so her legs wrap around my waist. She's probably dripping what Hyde left inside her, but I don't care. The cleanliness of my clothes is the least of my worries, and knowing he's marked her and she smells of sex only makes me hornier.
In the second bedroom, Rock waits, leaning back against two pillows, propped up and ready. We’ve agreed to do this together so she can understand what it’s like to be shared. It’ll help us keep our focus on what matters most: her pleasure and showing her we’re exactly what she needs.
“Lory.” Rock’s voice is low and raspy as I lower her onto the bed.
“Sit in his lap,” I instruct her. She scrambles up eagerly, wrapping her legs around him as he grips her nape, pulling her into a possessive kiss. I climb onto the bed behind her, my hands gliding from her ribs and waist to her ass and thighs, then up her front until I’m cupping her breasts. She whimpers when I tug at her nipples, and a soft moan escapes her lips as Rock’s hand slips down to part her pussy. He pulls back slightly, gazing between her thighs.
“You’re so wet,” he says. “Did Hyde fill you up?”
“Yes,” she admits, breathless.
“Are you ready for me to do the same?”
“Always,” she whispers
“What about Kinkaid?” He tips his head in my direction. “You think you can take him, too?”
“Of course.” She turns to me and must see something in my expression because she sucks in a breath. “At the same time?” Her voice is small but curious.
“Yes. In your pussy,” I say, gently stroking her nipple. “We'd need lube for the other way, and Grady didn't bring any of that.”
Rock chuckles at the idea of the warden providing even more sex stuff, then kisses her again, this time a playful peck. He's trying to keep the tone light even though we’re both needy and desperate.
“You think he'll fit?”
“He'll fit, but it's up to you.”
“Okay.” She turns to look at me over her shoulder again. “You want it like this?”
“We'll make you feel so good.” I run my thumb over her bottom lip and push it into her mouth. When she sucks it deep, I start to reconsider our plan. Maybe Rock should fuck her while she blows me, at least at first.
“We'll start slow,” I say, giving Rock a nod. “Turn around in his lap.”
Lory shuffles again as Rock pulls out his meaty erection. The man is hung like an elephant, so it's probably best that he spreads her open first. That'll be sixty percent of the battle won. I fist my cock, slicking the precum over the end. “Suck me, Lory. Suck me while he fucks your sweet little pussy and stretches it enough to take my cock, too.”
Her eyelids flutter, eyes glazing with arousal as she bends forward to wrap her lips around my dick. I fist her hair and watch her take me like we've done this for years, and she loves every minute of it. I think she does because she makes little moans of pleasure that zing through me. Her mouth is wet and warm and so perfect that my balls are like two knots after only a few bobs. Over the slender length of her back, her ass curves deliciously with Rock's rough fingers gripping onto each cheek. She groans when he works her onto his length, tugging her down as he rises up. “She's so fucking tight,” he growls. Thrusting up, he punctuates his movements with dirty talk, which causes heat to pool between my thighs. “So. Fucking. Tight. You. Feel. So. Fucking. Good.”
I stroke her cheek, wiping away the tears her eyes have leaked from taking me so deep. “Such a good girl,” I murmured. “Such a perfect girl.”
I wish I was a hearts and flowers kind of guy. I wish I could hold her and tell her she's all I want in the world. If it came to a choice between my freedom and her love, I'd pick her love every time. She’s my everything—the sun, the moon, and the fucking stars. But I’m not that guy, and I’ll never be that guy. I’m the one who’ll make sure there’s always food in her refrigerator and fill her gas tank before she even thinks to stop at the station. I’ll watch out for her family and do whatever it takes to keep her safe. I’d kill any man who dared to cause her pain.