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 did that in record time," Bradley says, sounding proud of his brother. I’m proud of Bryce too. He almost caused the top of my head to explode!
When I’ve stopped panting and manage to find the strength to tip my face up, I find Bradley slowly stroking his cock, smiling down at me. "You ready for more, or do you have something else in mind? It's the lady's choice."
"That’s what I like to hear," I rasp past a tongue that suddenly feels too big in my mouth.
"So, what’s it to be, baby?" He cups my cheek with his big, warm hand as Bryce kisses slowly up my spine until his cock slides against my slick pussy. Oh god. Just that long, slow slip of hard flesh against soft skin is enough to make me squirm.
"I want you both," I say, desperate for that intense feeling of surrender that comes with being sandwiched between two big, powerful bodies. One in front, one behind, and I can disappear to a place beyond real life where everything is out of my control. Powerlessness feels totally intoxicating when life is at the point of dragging me down.
Rising, I kiss Bradley, and he moans into my mouth. Maybe he can taste himself. Bryce moves closer, fisting my hair and twisting my head, kissing me deeply too. I move between them, kissing, touching, the transitions between their mouths so quick I lose the sense of who is who and who is where.
Hands squeeze my breasts and tease my nipples with sharp pinches that make me gasp. Fingers probe between my legs, teasing me until I’m hot and needy again, ready for whatever kind of sharing they might have in mind. "Come sit on my lap," Bradley says, "but face away."
I don’t get what he means until I go to straddle him, and he pats my thigh. "Other way, baby. I’ll hold you tight. Don’t worry."
I rotate to straddle him reverse cowgirl style and wait as he slides a condom down in a flourish. He’s so big that I anticipate a burn as he pushes deep, but I’m so wet, I stretch easily. Maybe it’s because I’ve been having so much sex lately. The thought fills me with heat and longing for the other men who’ve shared my bed.
"Fuck," Bradley says. "You’re tight. Rest on your feet and lay your back against my chest. Bryce is coming in too."
Bryce’s intense eyes meet mine as he slides a condom over his cock. He licks his lips that must still taste like me, and eyes me up like I’m Little Red Riding Hood and he’s the big, bad wolf. "Make the magic happen," I say as he climbs closer, his eyes fixed on my spread pussy and his brother’s cock lodged deep inside.
"It’s not going to be me who makes the magic happen, baby," he says, kissing the inside of my thigh. "It’s all you."
I’m certain the actual mechanics of this sex act would be easier if I were lying face-down on Bradley’s chest, but I can see why Brad chose to do it this way. When one of his arms wraps across my chest and the other tugs my right leg high, the control he can have from beneath becomes obvious. "She’s wet," he says. "She’s ready for you."
Ready for them both.
This is only the second time I’ve been with two men, and it’s already less daunting. I know my body can deal with the physical pressures. As Bryce braces over me, rubbing his nose against mine and smiling, tears well behind my eyes. "You’re amazing," he says huskily, and my throat becomes molten lava.
"Fuck me," I tell him. "Make me feel it."
For a flash, his expression darkens with uncertainty, but as I strain against Bradley’s grip, rising just enough to kiss his mouth, any apprehension is lost.
Two men work together inside me, slipping and sliding, rutting deep and hard, and I close my eyes, hanging on like a rodeo rider, wishing I could stay between them forever.
Muscled chests and abs work to deliver my pleasure. Skin burns with exertion and grows slippery with pleasure. "That’s it," Bryce says, as I spread my legs wider. I wish I could see Bradley’s expression, but from the noises he’s making and the frantic shifting of his hips, I can tell he’s close.
I want them to come together. I want to feel these two gorgeous twins release at the same time, gripping me frantically between them as they tumble into oblivion. It’s a lot to ask, I know, but a girl can fantasize, especially when she’s created her very own fantasy vacation experience.
"I’m close," I gasp, sounding surprised, but I’m not really. It would be impossible not to come with a man as sexy as Bryce gazing down at me with awe in his eyes. A flush spreads across his cheeks, his hips moving jerkily. "Let it go," I order. "Fill my pussy."