Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 145942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 730(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 730(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
“Holy shit,” I breathe, barely holding myself up.
“Yeah,” Carver grunts, completely out of breath.
King reaches down and grabs my waist, pulling me up into his arms until my legs are wrapped around his hips. “You’re a fucking queen,” he tells me, standing me more directly under the shower spray and roaming his hands up and down my sore, used body.
I smile as he gently presses his lips against mine. “I hope so,” I tell him. “I’ve been waiting for that since the moment I met you all.”
His brow shoots up and he pulls back to meet my stare. “Really?” he questions. “How’d we do?”
I shrug my shoulders. “How do you guys feel about double penetration?”
Cruz laughs from across the massive communal shower. “Someone has been spending too much fucking time on Pornhub.”
I whip my head around, grinning back at the smartass. “Are you going to deny me?”
“No fucking way,” he says, grinning right back at me.
I focus my attention back on King as the guys begin to creep back in, all of them hardening before my eyes as the idea of DP flutters through their minds, exciting us all. I feel King’s cock against my pussy and he presses me up against the cool tiles of the shower.
I slowly grind my pussy against him and feel that familiar wetness dripping out of me. “You’re ready for more?” King murmurs, dropping his lips to my neck.
“You know I am,” I tell him before a wicked grin stretches over my lips. “But this,” I say, rocking my hips, referring to the warm arousal he feels spreading between my legs. “This is just Carver dripping all over you.”
Carver laughs behind him but King doesn’t find it all so funny as he pulls his hips back, lines his heavy cock up with my cunt and slams inside of me. My head tips back as the three other guys, all with their thick, long cocks in their hands move in closer, more than ready to rock my world all over again.
CHAPTER 32
Carver’s arm wraps around me, pulling me in close as I attempt to sleep. Today was fucking exhausting and now my brain is too fucking fried that I can’t even turn it off, making sleep almost impossible. I barely made it out of the school alive. I knew that when King and I launched ourselves over the front gate that there was a possibility that we might never come out of there, it was a small possibility, but that’s just the risk you take when you play games with guns. I never expected that it was going to be four dicks that took me to the grave instead.
I mean … what the fuck just happened? I’ve been fucked from every damn angle I could ever think of, hell, positions that I didn’t even know existed. The guys have either been watching too much porn or their little brains are far more creative than I ever gave them credit for. Who would have known that there were so many different positions to fuck with a group of five?
Sure, Knox didn’t get the chance to kill me, but fuck, I still died all the deaths tonight. Sorry Dianna, I guess there’s one more funeral to attend in the very near future and it’s for my fucking pussy because she’s long gone. There’s no reviving this bitch … at least for a few more days. The boys are going to have to be patient with me because I’m down for the count, but it was so worth it.
I grunt and groan as I try to roll over, getting as close to Carver as possible. My pussy has been aching since the second we got home, but that’s expected after everything it just went through. I’m going to be spending most of tomorrow on the couch with an ice pack shoved between my lips.
I wonder if I can make a dick icicle for my vag, but I guess the bigger question is which of the guys I can convince into making a life-size mold for one. Actually, if I were smart, I could make a whole bunch of molds and sell them to thirsty bitches like me and make a few extra dollars on the side. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t need the extra cash anymore, but it would be an interesting side hustle.
Hmm, I’ll have to google if there’s a type of oil that I can massage into it or if there’s some kind of anti-swelling cream, but that’s a whole new risk in itself. There have been too many times that I’ve been caught out with a cream only for it to instantly start burning and paralyzing me with instant regret and self-loathing.
Don’t get me wrong, the night was fucking awesome. Watching Knox die was only the beginning and it just got better from there. Though what I did learn is, despite what I think of myself, I’m not actually superwoman, and I’m definitely not ready for double penetration. That was a mistake, a big motherfucking mistake, but it gives us something to work toward and look forward to which is always a bonus.