Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
“Ah, shit. That’s what I was afraid of,” he grunts, letting out a heavy breath. “And to think I was looking forward to a relaxing week.”
3
Marcus’ head is firmly between my thighs, his tongue working up and down my slickened core as I lie across the dining table, spread out like a Thanksgiving day dinner. My knees hang over his shoulders, and I feel his wicked grin against my clit, so fucking hungry for more.
Roman stands at the head of the table, his throbbing cock slamming into the back of my throat as he grips my hair, holding me still, and good God, I’m so ready to feel him come undone in my mouth.
I spy Levi across the room, his sharp gaze taking us in as that same unfiltered hunger sparks in his dark eyes, and I know it’s only a matter of time before he pounces on me too. He’s a fucking lion, ready to strike, and I’ll never get enough, but when the three of them take me at the same time, I see fireworks. Stars dance in my eyes, and my soul physically leaves my body, threatening to never come down.
With them, it’s always incredible. Whether they’re hanging me from chains and fucking me with the hilt of their knives, or taking me on the roof, hanging over the side of the property.
Good times.
Levi reaches us, and I don’t miss the way Roman clocks his every move, watching the way his younger brother skims his fingers across my waist. These boys love to share, love watching how they get me off, love the intensity, and it’s the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever experienced.
Marcus pushes two thick fingers inside of me, and my whole body jolts. A gasp pulls from my lips, muffled around Roman’s cock. I reach up, gripping Roman’s arm, my fingers digging into his strong muscles, right over the bite mark tattoo that dons his forearm.
My legs tighten around Marcus’ head, and I know he can read my body so well and knows just how close I am. His tongue works over my clit, giving me the exact right amount of pressure I need, slowly picking up his pace as he craves my release, craves my taste on his tongue.
My orgasm starts to build when a feral gasp sounds from across my dining room, and my gaze flicks across to find Chelle, Sebastian’s soon-to-be unemployed nanny gaping at the four of us.
Roman groans, and when I go to pull back, he holds me there, certain she’s going to scurry away and leave us to finish. Instead of taking off, she scrambles for the chain around her neck, pulling a large cross out of her shirt.
She holds it up and starts chanting, gaping at me, and calling me the devil. She drops to her knees, the cross posed in front of her like some kind of shield. “Devil woman,” she hisses, looking at me like she’s about to perform some kind of exorcism. “Devil. DEVIL!”
“Ahh fuck,” Levi mutters, turning away from me as Roman reluctantly pulls free from my mouth and turns on the woman. Marcus though, he doesn’t dare stop. He keeps working his tongue over my needy cunt, his fingers plunging so deep that my back arches up off the table.
“OH GOD,” I scream as those delicious fingers massage my walls, and knowing exactly what he’s doing, Marcus flashes a devilish grin. My orgasm comes blasting back, exploding through my body like a fucking tornado, claiming everything in its way.
The woman screams louder. “DEVIL. DEVIL WOMAN.”
And as I reach the climax of my orgasm, Levi and Roman reach her, those big, fearful eyes gaping up at them in anticipation. She clutches her cross, holding it out at them as though it will somehow save her. As the memory of what she said to my son flashes in my head, Roman strikes out, his blade catching the midday sun that filters in through the floor-to-ceiling window. The sharp blade slices a perfect arc across the base of her throat, the spray of blood splattering across the front of Levi's and Roman’s chests. And all I can do is watch as my orgasm tears through my body, my fingers desperately clawing the table as my head tips back in absolute ecstasy, the woman falling with a heavy thump to the ground.
“Well,” Marcus says, pulling back just an inch before leaning in and pressing a caressing kiss right to my over-sensitive clit. “That was a new one.”
My body shudders as the high fades out, finally able to catch my breath, and while I’m disappointed that I didn’t get to feel the way Roman came down my throat or find out what Levi had in store for me, Marcus was more than able to make up for it. Besides, he’s not the kind of man who’s physically capable of leaving me wanting. He’ll always make sure to finish me off, even if it means fucking me up against a tree in the middle of the woods during a shootout. I mean, I was pleasantly surprised by that one, but Roman and Levi weren’t too impressed.