Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Mateo is already unzipping his pants, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. “Jesus save me, I might put her in doggy when it’s my turn.” There’s a layer of shame in his voice, a very slight one that he can’t quite keep at bay. “I’m going to get a nice view of that plug you put in her hot, young ass.”
“You like that, huh?” I bear down hard on her throat, cutting off her air briefly, just enough to watch her eyelids flutter, her pupils bleeding bigger with lust. “I’ve got a bigger one in my room. We’re going to work up to it, aren’t we, baby?”
“Yes, Pace,” she whimpers, fisting the sheets, those knees cinching those final inches wider, leaving them pointing in opposite directions. Holy mother of God, she’s somehow even more incredible than I’ve been imagining. Taut and eager and slippery as hell, looking up at me with nothing but obedience and encouragement. “I want the bigger one.”
“You’re going to get it, baby, don’t worry,” I rasp. “You’re going to love me in your ass, Magnolia. Do you know what a grateful man feels like? Swollen in his pants and tongue tied. That’s what I’m going to be when it’s time to put my cock between those bratty fucking cheeks. Walking through the house in little booty shorts—I’ll show you what that does to me. I’ll throw you face down and show you over and over until you’re sore.”
Mateo groans up at the ceiling. “What is wrong with me that I’d sell my soul to watch that happen?” His breath is racing, his dick protruding from the V of his unzipped pants. It’s around the same size as mine, just shaped differently. Part of me wants to cut the fucking thing off, but there is an increasing part of me that is gratified to know his cock will satisfy her well. “Is it almost my turn?”
“As soon as she comes,” I wheeze, alarmed to find that my balls are already struggling to stay the course. Not only that, but her pussy is strangling me now, tightening more and more with every thrust, but…something is off. The promise of relief only seems to cause her more distress. Even when I reach down into the wet mess we’re making and fondle her clit with my thumb, she only seems more frantic. “What is it, baby?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know. I…I have that feeling like I’m going to get relief, b-but it keeps going away—”
“Oh. Shit. She’s clamping down,” I force out, sound beginning to rush in my ears. My balls are pounding off her ass, the erotic sound driving me to the brink, along with the excessive tightening of her channel around me. “It’s mangling me. I have to come. It’s making me come. Son of a bitch!”
I’m a monster for allowing myself the next few thrusts, because they are savage. They drive her body up the bed. They make her scream as I bellow into her neck, frustration spurting out of me into her too-tight cunt, the headboard putting a dent in the wall. Even as I’m experiencing the most incredible release of my lifetime, denial is like a spear in my chest, because Magnolia didn’t have an orgasm. She didn’t come.
“I’ll finish you, sweetheart,” Mateo says hoarsely, shouldering me aside and flipping Magnolia over, face down. And even though I’ve just released enough spend to fill a bucket, I stiffen again over the way she goes onto her knees and lifts her beautiful ass, showing off the little crystal butt plug like a prize.
Her inner thighs shine with a combination of my spend and her own arousal. She’s damp and exquisite, more than ready for Mateo—and he doesn’t waste a second before spreading her flesh with the head of his cock and pressing his hips forward with a guttural sound. His shaft inserting into her pussy sends the sperm I left inside of her overflowing, dripping, and his thrusts create wet squelches, her tight ass shaking every time his lap slaps up against it.
Simultaneously, I want to kill Mateo for being inside of Magnolia…and commiserate with him. She’s nothing short of mind-blowing. A masterpiece. Keeping her perfection to myself almost feels wrong. He and I even trade a look of stunned wonder as he picks up the pace, his hips moving in quick, tough jerks that make her gasp in delight.
“Mateo,” she whimpers, her body jolting sharply in response to his drives. “Pace.”
“I’m here, baby. I’m always here,” I say, gathering her hair in a fist, turning her head and bringing her mouth to mine for a promissory kiss. I’ll make her come next time. Hell, she should have climaxed this time. I’m not sure what happened. I could tell she was on the verge more than once. “We just need that little pussy satisfied, don’t we?” I say, tonguing her mouth.