Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
I whimper and lift my hips.
“You know how I like it.” Scooting up, he straddles my face. He crosses my wrists above my head, pinning them to the soft rug in one hand and grabs the base of his cock with his free hand. And I open for him.
He runs the tip of his dick over my lips, and I feel the precum cover them. My tongue darts out and licks up his shaft before he presses into me.
I moan as he fills my mouth. My hips buck empty air, wishing his mouth was between my legs. I love sixty-nine.
I hear Emilee moan in the distance, but I don’t dare look away from Luca’s face hovering above me. His eyes are glued to mine. His lips are parted, and his breathing has picked up. I tilt my head back a little more, and his hips pick up. My nipples are hard, my pussy soaked, and I lie here while he fucks my mouth.
He hits the back of my throat, and tears sting my eyes. He doesn’t let up; if anything, he goes harder, faster. Like he always does. How I like it.
He hovers over me with a look of determination on his face and lust in his eyes. I’m turned on, and it’s turning him on.
He shoves to the back of my throat, and I force my throat to swallow.
“Fuck,” he growls. “That’s what I like.”
I do it again.
“Goddamn, Haven.”
Tears spill down the sides of my face, and my mouth screams from being open so wide, but he doesn’t stop.
His body straddles my chest. Finding it hard to breathe through my nose,
I feel the room spin faster. My vision going blurry.
He thrusts harder, faster, and his hands tighten on my wrists. I know they’ll be bruised tomorrow.
I don’t give two shits.
Suddenly, he pulls out, and I suck in a breath, my chest heaving.
He rips my thong down my legs, and I almost cry in relief.
Then grabbing my arm, he yanks me up and onto all fours. Lifting my heavy head, I look up to see Emilee completely naked now, straddling Bones facing us while he still lounges behind her on the couch. His hands grip her narrow hips as she rides him. Her hair sticks to her slick face and chest. I watch shamelessly as she bounces on his cock. Her cum dripping down his balls and onto the leather couch.
“Spread your legs,” Luca orders before he slaps me on the ass.
I whimper but do as he says.
He comes up behind me. He shoves two fingers into my soaked pussy, and I cry out. Then he pulls them out just as quickly and replaces them with his cock. He grips a handful of hair and yanks my head back. “Watch him fuck her while I fuck you.” His legs spread mine farther apart, making my thighs burn.
Emilee reaches up and grabs her breasts, her lips parting. Bones releases her hips and pulls her arms back, sliding his forearm between them and her back to lock her arms in place. His free hand comes up and wraps around her throat, pulling her head back. I hear her take in a strangled breath. Her tits bounce, her hair covers half her face. I watch her body tense and her lips part before she’s coming all over him again.
“That’s it, Em. How many times will you come for me tonight?” he growls, not letting up.
I look at him. Bones no longer wears a shirt, and I catch sight of a tattoo on his chiseled chest. A crown hangs off the side of a skull. A set of crossbones below it. And I know it stands for Kings.
The Dark Kings.
“Haven?”
I jump back at the sound of my name. My head whips to look at Luca. His eyes narrow on me, and I feel my face heat with embarrassment. Was I just checking out Bones? Fuck, I hope I didn’t say anything. Or moan at the memory.
Shit!
I clench my thighs because I didn’t put any underwear on, and now my pussy is wet.
“Will you give me and my fiancée a minute?” Luca asks tightly.
My heart flutters at him calling me that. It’s the first time he’s said it out loud.
Bones doesn’t say anything, but his shoulder brushes mine as he walks out and slams the door shut. I flinch at the sound.
“Luca—”
“I was in the middle of a meeting,” he interrupts me. “What is it that you need?”
My hands fist. “I wanted to …” I pause ’cause I’m not sure what I wanted. Did I expect him to love me after last night? Did I expect him to bring me breakfast in bed? Or whisk me away on a plane to a private island? I’m not sure what I thought.
“Nothing,” I settle on, not sure what to say. Now ashamed.