Series: Torn and Bound Duet Series by K. Webster
Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“My dick is huge, but you stay so tight for me, MiMi. You’re a miracle.”
I laugh, even as he bites my lip. Drew has moved to sit beside Brayden, both of them quiet as Ashton kisses me. He breaks the kiss and pulls away, bouncing his stare between each of us. His fingers curl up inside me, hitting me in just the right spot to have me gripping Brayden’s thighs and arching my breasts out of the water.
“She likes that,” Ashton says. “She also likes putting on a show. You like showing off your pretty tits, don’t you?”
I shudder, thrumming with pleasure. Brayden’s dick is hard as stone pressed against my ass. When Ashton rubs my G-spot again, I grind against Brayden, causing him to hiss. His hand flies out to grab Drew’s neck and he pulls him in for a kiss. I can’t help but steal a glance of them kissing since they’re so close. Their tongues are starved as they duel with one another. It’s hot. So hot.
Ashton pulls his fingers out of me and then rips my underwear like it’s nothing. He fumbles with his boxers and then his hard cock is at my entrance.
This is wrong, right?
Doing this in front of the guys?
On them?
Ashton drives his hips up, his hazel eyes searing into me. I moan as he fucks me hard. Bray’s arm wraps around me, as to keep me locked in place for his friend. The thought sends thrills of excitement pulsating through me.
Ashton’s mouth is back on mine as he finds my clit. I’m dizzied with pleasure, overcome by the heat and buzzing from the liquor. There’s a hand on my breast and I’m not sure it’s Ashton’s. I don’t worry about it because it feels good, lazily stroking my nipple. When someone playfully nips my shoulder, I tear my mouth from Ashton’s kiss to lock eyes with Drew’s intense blue ones.
I must suck in a sharp breath because Ashton freezes.
Several silent beats fill the night.
And then Ashton is standing with me in his arms, carrying me away from the hot tub, through the cold, snowy night, and into the sanctuary of the master bedroom.
He fucks me like a madman, but something’s off.
He’s upset.
I hope I didn’t fuck this up.
The minute the back door slams shut, Ashton and Mia disappearing inside, Brayden’s mouth is back on mine. Our tongues thrash against each other. We don’t stop to discuss what just happened. It’s become the norm with us. Focus on the now, what’s directly in front of us, and ignore the reality around us. I have no doubt this mindset is going to fuck us in the end, but for now, ignorance is bliss and all that shit.
As we kiss, I climb backward out of the warm water and onto the heated deck. We should probably take this to our room, but neither of us seems to be able to wait that long. We’re both too worked up, too turned on. Too in the moment.
Brayden yanks my boxers down my thighs and throws them to the side, the sound of the wet material landing somewhere in the distance. He pushes me onto my back and the warmth of the ground heats my flesh. His wild brown eyes, filled with lust, meet mine as he removes his own, his rock-hard dick springing free. He’s a man on a mission as he spreads my thighs and grips my ass, slightly lifting my lower half up. For a split second, I think he’s going to fuck me, and my dick swells at the thought of him ramming his dick into my ass. Filling me with his cum. The way Ashton rammed his dick into Mia’s pussy a few minutes ago. But Brayden doesn’t fill my ass. Instead, he dips his face down between my legs and his wet tongue lands on the sensitive area between my ass and ballsac. He licks me there for several seconds and then takes one of my balls into his warm, wet mouth.
“Fuck,” I grunt, feeling like I’m about to come. “Bray…”
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, taking my other ball into his mouth. His tongue licks and sucks, and I close my eyes, relishing in how good his mouth feels on me. He releases me and then his hand is stroking my dick, root to tip, up and down slowly, his tongue swirling around the swollen head. If he doesn’t stop soon, I have no doubt I’m going to erupt in his mouth.
“Come here,” I mutter, not wanting this to end yet. I sit up and grip the back of his neck so I can drag him up my body. Our dicks align as our mouths connect. It doesn’t matter how many times I kiss him, touch him, feel him, it’s never enough. I always want more. Call me selfish, but I just can’t get enough of him.