Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“Careful what you say, little—”
“I said,” I hiss heatedly, my own eyes burning fiercely. “I want you both.”
There’s not another second of hesitation before Porter groans and closes the distance between us, kissing me hard and fierce. I moan, melting against him and trembling as I feel his big strong hands slide down to cup my tight, bare ass. He gives me a soft spank, making me whimper into the kiss, and when I feel him grip my ass and spread me open, I moan, knowing Beckett can see everything.
“Turn around,” Porter growls into my lips as he pulls back.
I blush, panting. But slowly, I let him spin me around, until I’m facing Beckett. I whimper, gasping as I see him sitting there nude and gorgeous, his muscles rippling as he slowly strokes his big cock. Porter’s hands slide over my skin, making me gasp as he presses his thickness against me.
“You like being a bad girl, don’t you,” he growls. “You like being a teasing little brat.”
I whimper, heat blazing through me.
“Tell me,” he groans into my ear.
“Yes,” I gasp.
Porter’s hand slides over my and down between my legs, and when his fingers stroke over my bare mound, parting my swollen lips, I moan quietly.
“So fucking wet,” he grunts, playing with my pussy. “You liked his cock fucking this little cunt, didn’t you?”
I whimper.
“And you liked mine, too.”
A cry of pleasure tumbles from my lips as he teases my clit.
“Yes!”
“Yes, what,” Porter groans.
“Yes, Professor!”
He growls, and Beckett’s jaw clenches as he strokes his throbbing cock, watching me as his best friend plays with my pussy.
“You want him,” Porter growls, and I nod, panting.
“And you want me.”
I whimper, nodding my head as he strokes my clit. He makes a tsking sound, the growl rumbling through us both.
“Bad, bad girl,” he purrs, leaning in to kiss my neck slowly, making my knees wobble. He steps back just enough to yank his shirt off, and I moan as he comes back against me, bare skin to bare skin. A cry of pleasure falls from my lips as he fingers my pussy, the other hand coming up to cup my breasts and tease my nipples. I writhe against him, our bodies rubbing together, and I can feel how big he is. His hand slides into my hair, tugging it into a fist and lifting it away from my neck as his lips continue to tease me, until I’m at the point of madness and until I’m so wet, I can feel it dripping down my thighs.
“You want this cock, bad girl?” he growls into my ear, my cry of pleasure dripping through the air as his teeth rake the lobe.
“Yes,” I gasp, moaning as I push my ass back against his thick bulge. “Yes!”
Beckett’s eyes are all over me, but slowly, they shift to look past me, and when he nods slowly, I know something unspoken has passed between them.
“Then suck his cock,” Porter hisses in my ear. “Suck his cock and show me how bad you can be, bad girl.”
12
Beckett
She moans as Porter walks her closer to the couch, his lips still teasing over her neck and his hands all fucking over that tight little body. Godamn she looks like a goddess right now, her wild red hair tumbling over her bare shoulders and her green eyes blazing with heat. Her pink nipples pucker to points, her pert tits heaving as she writhes against Porter.
His hand slides back between her legs as they approach, and I groan as I watch his finger drag through her pouty pink pussy lips, coming out slick and glistening from her arousal. I grunt as my hand drifts to my cock, still slick and sticky from that very pussy, and I groan as I start to stroke.
Okay, Porter and I do, and have shared a lot, but it’s never been a girl. Well, once, but not like this. There was this girl Porter dated when he was a senior at Winchester and her a freshman. And years later at some party with me the newly minted quarterback and her visiting from college, she and I sort of got together for a brief “vacation” type fling. We knew who each other were, and even if it wasn’t anything that deep, and even if I knew she and Porter had never been that serious, I guiltily confessed to him after that first night. He’d just chuckled and told me to have fun.
Another time, when I was visiting him in New York when he was living there, I’d somehow ended up bringing a girl home from a club. Again, it’d meant nothing, and honestly hadn’t even done anything for me. But when I woke up at three in the morning to the sound of her sneaking out of my room and into Porter’s, I’d just chuckled.