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)
It's probably just Jared who's joined his twin. They're used to each other, so this situation wouldn’t prove to be a challenge. Maybe Bryce and Bradley. They're also used to sharing, but when I open my eyes, my mind is blown. They're all there, standing around, watching Joshua do filthy things to me. All waiting to make my fantasy a reality.
My phone buzzes on my nightstand again, but I reach out for Jared's hand, pulling him close. He kisses me while his brother feasts on my nipples, then kisses lower and lower, pushing my panties aside.
There's a collective sigh as my pussy is bared to the room. Lachlan climbs onto the bed, sliding his hands beneath my arms and pulling until I'm lying more centrally. Of course, he'd be the one to deal with the organization of my placement. I smile up at him, and he lowers his head to kiss the tip of my nose. "You sure about this, ma wee bonnie lass?"
"I'm sure," I say firmly, smiling at the way his Scottishness seems stronger when he's feeling passionate. Bonnie lass is just the sweetest endearment.
I close my eyes as more men step forward to touch me, and I try to focus on each hand, each mouth, each finger as it explores my body. Someone drags my panties over my thighs, impatient to remove the last flimsy barrier. I don't know who is who, and I don't care. I know each of these men will treat me with respect and handle me with care.
Hands softly squeeze my breasts and tease my nipples. Lips kiss my calves and my ankles and then the insides of my thighs. I'm so wet between my legs, so desperate and needy that my hips writhe, seeking more contact.
When a tongue flicks against my clit, my hips buck. "Sensitive," a gruff voice observes. It's Bradley, I think, but I don't open my eyes to find out.
Locked in the darkness behind my lids, I don't need to consider the logistics of how this is going to work. I just need to be.
"Damn." There's a chorus of hisses and growly throat noises as someone pushes their fingers deep inside me. What must it look like to observe something so raw and sexual? Hot, I think. Maybe a little frustrating that it's their friend's fingers exploring my most private of places.
A finger traces the seam of my lips and I open my eyes to find Lachlan kneeling next to my head, his cock held rigid in his fist. "Ready for me?" he asks.
I answer yes, but I feel as though I'm telling a lie. I don't think I'll ever be fully ready for what Lachlan has to offer, but I'll give it my best shot just to see his eyes flutter shut with sensation. Just to witness a few moments of him coming undone by my mouth.
As he traces my lips with the head of this cock, I open to lick him. The hissing sound that emanates from his throat is exactly what I need to hear.
"Lick her," Lachlan instructs. Someone takes the instruction, running their rough tongue up the seam of my pussy, probing my entrance and flicking at my clit in a crazy rhythm that has me moaning around Lachlan's cock.
"My turn," Cooper says, moving closer on the opposite side of my head.
This is what sharing is about. Patience. Taking turns. Relishing others' pleasure but not being afraid to seek your own.
As I let Lachlan's cock fall from my mouth and turn to Cooper, I take a moment to fully appreciate the nine men around me. They're all in varying stages of undress, as though they grew too distracted to finish the job. Most of them are shirtless, and the sheer number of muscled, tan torsos on show makes my pussy clench. I lick my lips, feeling close to coming just from looking at them and thinking about what their bodies can do to mine. Flashes of our time together one, or two on one, come to mind, and I shiver from the memories alone. Logan is the one between my legs and our eyes meet, both burning with the intensity of intimacy and passion.
Cooper touches the side of my face, eager to feel the hot, wet heat of my mouth. "Ready?" he asks.
"Yes." One little word for an avalanche of pleasure.
I open my mouth, hooking my hand around his ass, staring up past the impossible ridges of his abs to his defined pecs and intense face. He folds his lips in, moistening them, or maybe trying to stifle the noises he wants to make. He tastes sweet and salty, and smells masculine, with a hint of clean soap that makes me want to lean in, take more, swallow him as deep as I can.
Two mouths latch onto my nipples, sucking in alternating pulses that make me squirm against Logan's mouth. He pushes two fingers inside me, curling them up and fucking into me, until I'm coming in a blinding flash. For a moment, I lose control of my body, slipping from Cooper's straining cock, locking my eyes shut so I can drift in the flashing lights of orgasmic oblivion.