Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Shiloh’s eyes go wide. “What are you doing?”
“Sucking Broderick’s cock.” He doesn’t move as I slowly undo his pants. I blink innocent eyes at her. “It’s your dare. Surely you want to witness it.” I delve a hand into his pants and can’t help a sound of pleasure when I wrap my hand around his hard cock. I don’t give Shiloh a chance to sputter out a response before I dip down and take Broderick’s cock into my mouth. I sucked him off last night, but this feels different.
He’s so fucking huge, my jaw quickly begins to ache. That’s okay. I’m no quitter, and I fully intend to put on a good show for Shiloh—and torment Broderick a little. I lift my head enough to flick my tongue against his slit, and he curses.
His big hand lands on my head. I fully expect him to tighten his grip and fuck my mouth, but he simply gathers my hair way from my face.
Giving Shiloh a better view.
My pussy clenches at the realization. This man really is cruel in the sexiest way possible. Just for that move, I give him an extra few minutes of the pleasure of my mouth before I slowly lift my head. His hand tenses in my hair as if he wants to drag me back down, but he slowly releases me.
Broderick starts to tuck his cock away, but I shake my head. “No point in wedging that thing back into your pants. I think we’ll be needing it again.” I smile slowly. “Won’t we, Shiloh?”
It’s the first time I’ve looked at her since I started sucking Broderick’s dick. She’s got her legs crossed hard, and the flush from her cheeks has coursed down to encompass every bit of skin I can see. Shiloh has a death grip on the seat of the booth. I bet she caught herself trying to either reach for us or slip her hand down her panties.
I lick my lips. “Broderick.” I say his name without looking at him. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
I hold Shiloh’s gaze. She tenses, the barest flinch that tells me she might be worked up, but she’s not ready for the next step. Soon. “Take my dress off.” I ease out of the booth and stand before them. “Do it properly.”
He stares at me for a long moment, and the hunger in his blue gaze has me shaking a little bit. No matter if the goal here is to seduce Shiloh, this man still wants me. A lot. He stands slowly and moves to stand at my back, both of us facing the table where Shiloh sits.
Broderick shifts my hair over my shoulder to bare the back of my dress. I don’t think any of us draw a full breath as he slowly drags down my zipper with the same care he zipped me up this morning. He coasts his thumb up my spine and then along my shoulder to dip beneath the strap of the dress. “No bra.”
“It doesn’t work with this dress.” My voice sounds too breathy, but there’s no help for it. I can’t pretend to be unaffected; not when I’m about to come out of my skin just from this simple touch, from the careful dance the three of us engage in.
Shiloh’s staring at Broderick’s thumb beneath the strap as if she can will him to move if she concentrates hard enough. His hand twitches a little in response, and then he’s sliding the strap from my shoulder and tugging the fitted fabric down, down, down to expose my breast. Shiloh licks her lips as he repeats the slow process with the second strap. I expect that to be the end, but Broderick isn’t done. He brackets my ribs with his hands and coasts them along my sides to my hips, taking the fabric with him. Over my hips and down my thighs, until I have to brace myself on his shoulder to step out of the dress. I’m wearing only a lace thong and my heels, and the look he gives me as he kneels before me…
Gods, I might alight in an inferno just from that.
Broderick stands before I can do something foolish like dig my hands into his short hair. He folds my dress with the utmost care, pauses to do the same with Shiloh’s discarded jeans, and then sets the clothing on the far side of the table. “Monroe.” His voice has gone deep. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
Broderick slides back into the booth and holds his hand out. “Get over here, and let me make you feel good.”
“Broderick.” I’m already moving, taking his hand and letting him guide me to sit on his lap, facing away from him. He has to adjust his cock and it ends up pressed against my ass. “That’s a very open-ended dare.”