Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Clever fingers capture my free nipple and tease it hard as a pebble. A hand cradles my neck, the thumb under my chin while his long fingers bury themselves in my hair. And then, with one mouth worshiping my breast, and another kissing me silly, Blade’s lips land right on my most sensitive part, his tongue flicking over my swollen clit with exactly the kind of skill and attention I’d expect from my dark elven lover.
I reach out, exploring with my hands, but still not daring to look. Hard bodies wall me in on either side, shirtless. Chest hair tickles my palms, and raised scars pass under my fingers as I find my way down over broad pecs, washboard stomachs and soft trails of hair leading the way to the main event.
And then I reach what I was looking for, steel hard and covered in velvet, both of them so thick that I can’t get my fingers around them.
“Fuck.” Alpha pauses his attention on my breast just long enough to let out a hiss of pleasure. So that means the one I’m kissing is Ripper. Between the full lips and the smart mouth, it makes sense that he’s good with it in other ways.
But he’s not the only one. Blade slides his tongue between my pussy lips, soft and wet, parting me right up the middle, and ending by circling over my clit in steady, firm strokes. I cry out, right into Ripper’s mouth, as Alpha captures my nipple with his teeth and gives it a little tug.
There’s so much going on. I’m no blushing virgin, but all my sexual experiences have been safe and sensible. Guys I knew I could trust, and only after a good long time.
Three at once?
Never.
Not that I haven’t fantasized about it. Hasn’t everyone? I saw it occasionally when I was younger. Not the actual deed, but a bunch of bikers with one of the girls at the club. That’s probably why I’m dreaming about them now. It’s all just a subconscious fantasy calling back to the time when—
My train of thought is derailed as Blade’s fingers hold me open and his tongue thrusts inside. He fucks me with his hands and mouth until I’m on edge and ready to come. My hands work the two cocks at my sides, pre-cum sliding down their shafts and making them slick.
Blade pulls away.
I whimper, thrusting my hips up in a desperate attempt to find him again. Alpha pulls himself from my grip, his thickness slipping from between my fingers, but I can’t follow. Ripper holds me in place, his mouth insistent against mine.
But before I have time to miss the other men, a massive body settles in between my legs, and a thick cock drags up my soaking wet pussy. I moan and arch my back, spreading my legs as wide as I can to welcome him in.
Is it Blade? Alpha? My eyes are squeezed shut, so I don’t know, and I don’t care.
Ripper pulls away, and bodies shift around me on the bed until someone straddles my chest and a cock presses against my lips. I send out my tongue and taste salty slickness before he pushes forwards and I part my lips to take him in.
Between my legs, the fat head of Alpha’s cock starts to press inside. I can’t take him. I shouldn’t be taking him. Warning bells go off in my head. This feels too real, too good.
I shouldn’t be doing this.
Especially not with them!
The alarm just gets louder and louder.
My eyes pop open, finally, and I’m alone. Just me, my bedroom, Ollie next to me on the pillow, and my phone alarm blaring on the dresser.
The feel of Blade, Ripper and Alpha is already floating away, the bodies that were so real a moment ago nothing but a phantom sensation now, their touch as fleeting as wispy smoke between my fingers. My nipples are rock hard, and when I squeeze my thighs together, they’re slick and hot with my own juices. There’s no one here. Just me and my frustration.
“Stop!” I yell, and the alarm cuts off instantly.
Next to me, Ollie’s coal black eyes are staring into my guilty soul. “Sorry.”
There are some things a childhood friend shouldn’t be there for, even if they’re full of stuffing. God, after everything that happened last night, you’d think I’d have a nightmare, not a… whatever that was.
I shake my head, trying to clear away the all too real memory of being pleasured by three men at once.
How am I going to face them after something like that? Every time I see them now, all I’ll remember is the stupid dream. And here I thought things couldn’t get any worse.
By the time I shower and make it downstairs, Nicky’s already at the register, prepping for opening. She’s got the key for the store part of the house.