Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
You only live once, is Dawn’s mantra and I guess we’re helping her make the most of today because what is life about if it isn’t doing what you love and experiencing connections with other people?
Jared stands and our eyes meet. Wordlessly, he asks me what happens next. We don’t have to go any further. We’ve done the important bit and sent Dawn into the stratosphere. If she’s done, we are both man enough to deal with it. The issue of protection hangs in the air between us, too. When we left for the beach, sex wasn’t exactly at the forefront of our minds.
"I have condoms," Dawn says. She still has her eyes closed and her legs clamped tightly together, but there’s a small smile on her face that confirms she’s ready for more.
I couldn’t be fucking happier.
"Where, baby?" Jared asks.
"Front pocket of the suitcase, for easy access," she says, cracking her eyes open to look at us. "Damn, you both look sexy naked."
"You should see you." I run my hand up the outside of her thigh, loving the soft sighing sound she makes and the way her body relaxes under my touch.
Jared returns with a silver foil packet for us both, and we’re sheathed and ready with identical efficiency. I glance at my brother again, wanting to share my thoughts about what happens next. One at a time, or together? The raise of his eyebrows suggests together.
Dawn isn’t the kind of girl who would balk at the idea of two men at once. Her friend has eight lovers! She tugged us into her room without even a hint of shame. She embraces new experiences. At least, that’s what her tattoo would suggest. We should try to make this as new and mind blowing as possible.
I lie on the bed next to Dawn, using my hands to explore all her warm curves. I lean in to kiss her pretty lips, finding her mouth soft and welcoming. When she’s pliant and hungry, I scoop her on top of me in one clean movement, making her gasp in the process. When she stares down at me, it’s with eyes crinkled with happiness and the cheekiest grin on her face.
"Joshua, are you manhandling me?"
"Yes, I am," I say, grabbing her hips and pressing my fingers into the roundness of her ass, drawing her sweet, wet pussy in a slick line over my waiting cock. Her eyes roll as I do it again, controlling her body until we’re both gasping. When her pussy squeezes against me, I know she’s ready, but I ask anyway.
"You ready for my cock?"
"Hell yeah," she says, with an accent that sounds thicker and more southern.
And she is. In one easy thrust, I’m buried deep, and Dawn’s back is arched, her rounded tits pointing to the sky.
Jared curses behind us, watching it all.
As I encourage Dawn to lie against my chest, he moves closer.
"Ready for Jared’s cock, too?" I ask.
"You boys really do like to share," she says, turning to hold her hand out to Jared. "If you think he can fit inside me too, then I say we should try."
"Oh, I can," Jared says. "All you have to do is relax."
"Relaxation and anticipation are not easy to combine," she says, but I sense her exhaling and softening against me.
I stroke my hand down her spine and over her ass, letting my fingers dance across forbidden places that make her shiver. "When Jared’s buried deep in this tight, sweet pussy, he’ll move. You just let us know if it’s too much."
"Too much can sometimes be just right," she whispers against the corner of my lips. "Too much can sometimes be exactly what I need."
"It can be." I smile, thinking about all the times we’ve looked at the waves and judged them too rough, but thrown caution to the wind, anyway. They’ve been some of our best days.
The first press of Jared’s cock has Dawn’s fingers gripping my shoulders. "You’re wetter than a river," he tells her, and she shrugs in response. "You’re both sexy as fuck. What do you expect? I mean, look at you."
Her hand trails over the ripple of my six-pack and over my rounded pecs like she’s showing off a supercar in a game show. There isn’t a man alive who doesn’t relish this kind of appreciation from a woman. It makes me want to rut into her from beneath, but I can’t. Jared’s the one in the driver’s seat.
He makes slow work of easing into Dawn’s pussy alongside me. Inch by slow inch, her body gives way until we’re both buried deep.
"Fuck," she gasps, her fingernails almost drawing blood through the skin of my pec. "I’ve never felt so full."
"Just wait until I fuck." Jared presses a soft kiss between her shoulder blades to give Dawn time to accommodate him and get used to the idea that she’s going to have to take even more.