Total pages in book: 175
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
One Hundred Four
DORA
I adjust the straps around my hips and waist, watching as Jamef kisses Bethiah, lowering her onto the mattress of our bed. It’s strange, but the strap-on feels familiar to me. I guess Starfish Dora was no wilting flower in the bedroom. Maybe she was an absolutely kinky badass and I’ve picked up some of her vibes. I like that thought.
Bethiah moans, her expression soft with arousal as Jamef kisses her again, his fingers stroking between her spread thighs. Her skin gleams with a hint of wetness, and I want nothing more than to drag my tongue over her cunt and taste her, but we can do that later. For now, I’m aching with my own need, and my strap-on needs to be broken in. “Kiss her cunt, Jamef,” I demand in a bossy voice. “And then come and kiss mine.”
Jamef gives me a quelling look, but leans in and gives Bethiah’s pretty cunt a thorough kiss, his tongue dipping between her folds in a way that makes me squirm with arousal. He gets up from the bed and approaches me, his cock erect, the head coated with pre-cum, and moves so close to me that our “dicks” are practically touching. “Bossy thing,” he tells me, cupping my face in one large hand. “I’ll decide who and what gets to be kissed now, hm?”
And he leans in and kisses me, his mouth tasting of Bethiah’s arousal. It makes me so damn wet that I want to rub all over him, demanding that he touch me. My pussy’s throbbing with an aching need that hasn’t yet been fulfilled, and I desperately want to come…almost as much as I want to go and work Bethiah over with my new toy. I look over at her on the bed and she’s trailing her fingers over her abdomen, heading between her thighs as she watches us.
“If you’re in charge now,” I say to Jamef, “then tell me to go fuck her until she screams your name.”
His mouth quirks with amusement. “Go on, then. Her cunt is wet with need. Play with your toy and satisfy her.”
I’m a little disappointed that he’s not flinging me down to the bed so he can have his way with me. I mean, I have a cunt that’s wet with need, too. But then I look over at Bethiah, her legs spread so prettily on the bed and her hand stroking between her thighs, and I decide my needs can wait until I’m done pleasuring her.
I move to the bed and settle between her spread legs, my hand on my “cock.” Her eyes are hooded with arousal as she watches me, and I rub the head of it through her wet folds, slicking it with her juices. “I’m going to go slow,” I whisper. “Tell me if it’s too big for you.”
“And give you a swelled head?” Bethiah jokes. “Never.”
I giggle, because this totally sounds like a guy line right now. Is it too big for you, baby? Wearing a big dick really does change a girl in bed, it seems. I stroke the head through her slickness once more, and then push it slowly into her, watching her face as I do. Bethiah’s eyes flutter and she trembles as I begin to move my hips, rocking deeper into her with each movement. I’m not entirely sure I’m working her like Jamef would, but she’s not protesting.
When I sink fully into her, I try to thrust, but my rhythm definitely leaves a bit to be desired. “This is harder than it looks,” I grumble to my mate, and I’m rewarded with a snort of her laughter that quickly dies when I rock into her again. “No pun intended.”
A big, warm hand caresses my backside and I jerk, making Bethiah twitch, too. Jamef’s big body covers mine, his skin hot and delicious against my back. “You need help finding the right way to fuck her, sweetheart?”
Now I’m the one trembling, because hearing Jamef say “fuck” instead of “kef” means he’s picked it up from me…and it sounds twice as dirty knowing that. “Yes, please,” I tell him. “Show me.”
He grabs my pillow and pushes it under Bethiah’s hips with a little bit of maneuvering from the both of us. The new position forces me to bend over her a bit more, and as I do, Jamef’s hand slides between my thighs and strokes through my folds, seeking my heated core. I moan, low and desperate, nearly collapsing over Bethiah with my need. She wraps her arms around me and holds me in place as Jamef pushes my thighs apart, and I feel the head of him seeking his way into my body.
When he thrusts inside me, he doesn’t go slow, like I did with Bethiah. He plunges in, hard and fast, his spur sinking into my asshole as he does.