Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 127941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Needing to feel every inch of Grayson, I rise myself up and arch my back as best as I can while sticking out my ass and showing off my curves, and only when Cruz has the perfect view of Grayson’s cock buried deep inside my pussy do I start riding him.
Slowly working my way up and down, groaning with the undeniable pleasure. I feel my wetness coating Grayson’s cock and know for damn sure that Cruz can see it, and knowing Cruz, he fucking loves it. He lives for it.
Grayson’s fingers tighten on my waist, as his lips come down on my neck, working over my sensitive skin and making me feel like an addict on her best high. I move slow and while usually with Grayson, it’s all hard and fast, this pace is definitely proving some advantages.
I feel his piercing dragging up and down, teasing and taunting me with the promise of just how good it’s going to get. It’s sensual, intense and everything I’ve been needing since the moment my mother’s knife pressed against my neck.
“Fuckkkkk,” Cruz moans from across the room. “Slower.”
My eyes light with excitement, and I instantly slow my pace, making Grayson’s fingers tighten even harder. His fingertips dig into the skin of my waist as I rise over the length of his thick cock and, ever so slowly, clench my pussy as I come back down, feeling him deep inside me.
Grayson sucks in a sharp breath through his clenched jaw, his head tipping back onto the back of the couch. “Fuck, Ellie. You’re killing me.”
A grin pulls across my lips as my eyes sparkle with mirth. “Oh yeah?”
We hear the familiar sound of the front door opening, and knowing that it’s King, not one of us bothers to stop or cover up. Hell, if Cruz gets to watch, why can’t he?
Hearing him walking through the house, I continue grinding up and down Grayson’s mammoth cock, groaning with each movement as I look out toward the entrance of the living room, only it’s not just King who stops in the walkway, Carver is right there beside him, and the second his eyes come to me and drop to my body, desire pulses through them.
King’s eyes burn with excitement as a thrilling smile sweeps across his handsomely rugged face. He takes a step deeper into the living room and props his shoulder against the wall as his tongue rolls over his plump lips.
Carver, on the other hand, stays right where he is. His eyes burn with a fierce jealousy, but fuck, he’s not giving any signs that he’s about to bail. He wants to watch, and for him, I want to put on a crowd-pleasing show. Not to make him realize what he’s been missing out on all this time, but just because I want him to feel as good as I do.
I rock my hips and continue to grind over Grayson while my eyes bore into Carver’s. Grayson’s lips drop back to my nipple, and I suck in a sharp breath, the sensual intensity from my slow movements already too much for me to handle, but damn it, I’m down for the challenge.
Carver doesn’t take his eyes off my body, roaming them over my curves, taking in the way my body moves and always … always coming back to my eyes with a raw emotion that sinks straight through to my heart.
King watches for a second, seeing the desperation on Grayson’s face and knowing that if I keep going the way that I’m going and refuse to let up, this show will be over soon. He pushes off the wall and strides toward me, the hunger pulsing in his eyes. “So much for waiting until she was healed,” he grumbles, stepping in behind me and brushing his fingertip down my spine. A welcomed rush of shivers sailing over my skin.
“What can I say?” Grayson mutters, clenching his jaw and speaking through his teeth. “She fights dirty.”
A soft laugh rumbles through King’s chest as he leans in behind me and presses his lips to my neck in a soft, lingering kiss. “Well, what do you say? Are you intent on making Cruz sit back and watch with his dick in his hand or are you open to … assistance?”
A wicked grin lifts the corner of my lips as I pause, giving Grayson a brief moment to collect himself. I glance around the room, taking in the desire in King’s eyes, the intense need in Cruz’s, the raw pleasure in Grayson’s and then finally, the hardening caution, jealousy, and intense want in Carver’s.
“I’ll tell you what,” I murmur for all of them to hear as I keep my gaze focused on Carver as he adjusts his hardening cock in the front of his jeans. “This can be a team project, but I have only one condition.”