Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
"Okay," she whispers and then bravely nods for Liam to continue.
He slides his hands beneath her skirt. "We'll just get rid of the panties first, baby," he murmurs, giving her a wink. "Then you don't have to worry about them."
A tiny scrap of white fabric slips down her pale legs.
I want to roar as her scent reaches me. She smells like the sweetest wine.
"Fuck. She's dripping wet, Brax. I can feel it."
"Get that fucking skirt off of her, Liam," I snarl. "Let me see it."
He tugs her wet skirt down, popping stitches in his haste. "Sorry, sweet girl. I'll buy you a new one." His big hands make ribbons of the delicate, wet fabric. It doesn't stop or slow him any. He's too greedy, too eager to see what we've both been dying to get our hands on for the last two weeks. "Ah, Christ, Brax. She's bare."
Lola moans, squirming in my arms as he peels her skirt the rest of the way off and sends it flying across the room. "Please," she whimpers, her head lolling back and forth against my shoulder. "Please."
"Can you stand up, lamb?"
She whimpers mindlessly.
Is she even hearing me?
"Help me, Liam." I ease her to the floor, placing her between us. We work together to peel her shirt and bra off, leaving her stripped bare. Her porcelain skin is almost translucent from the combination of cold rain and the light filtering in from above. She burrows into us, her back to my chest, her tits against Liam's. God, she's the sweetest little queen I've ever met, so soft and pliant.
"Hold her," I order Liam, stepping back to pull my shirt off. My fingers fumble the buttons. One pops off and bounces across the floor. My shirt lands beside her clothes with a wet plop. As soon as it's gone, I pull her back into my arms so Liam can get his shirt off.
He doesn't have to be told what to do. He knows. He peels himself away from Lola's curvy little body and sets to work on his shirt, watching us as he does.
I run my hands down her arms and then around her body. Up her abdomen. Onto her chest. She moans, arching into my touch. Her head falls back against my chest, a soft moan leaving her lips. I lift her tits in my hands, testing the weight of them, feeling those hard nipples against my palms. Liam wasn't lying about her being a handful. She fits my hands just right.
"Oh!" she cries out, her back bowing when I tweak both nipples.
"I bet we could make her come just from playing with her tits," Liam observes, his eyes nearly black with lust.
"Come find out."
He drops his wet shirt to the floor and steps forward. I lift her right breast toward him, offering it up to him. He dips his head. His lips close around her nipple and my fingers.
Ah, fuck.
My cock pulses, cum spilling into my boxers as his teeth rake across the pad of my thumb.
Lola cries out again, our names mingling on her lips.
I pull my hand back, allowing Liam's teeth to close around her nipple.
"Mark her," I growl, fascinated by the sight of his head bent to her breast. At the rapturous look on her face. At the feel of her in my arms while he gives her a little taste of heaven. This…Christ, this is what's been missing my entire life. This is what I've always been searching for. The two of them exactly like this. No one else got my dick hard because it was always supposed to be the two of them. It was always supposed to be like this.
I slip my hand down her round belly, loving that there's enough of her to grip onto, enough of her to take the two of us. She's soft enough to blunt our rough edges, strong enough to bring us both to our knees, powerful enough to command us both.
My palm glides over her mound.
"Fuck," I snarl as her wetness coats my fingers. She's so wet she's dripping. I rub it into her skin, and then between my fingertips, slicking them up. Once they're nice and wet, I slide my hand up her stomach again, smearing her juices around her left nipple. I dip my head, pulling the hard peak into my mouth.
Her flavor bursts on my tongue, intoxicating and sweet. I snarl against her breast and lick every last drop off, greedy for the taste of her. Fuck, she's even better than I imagined, her heady taste intoxicating me.
"Goddamn, Brax," Liam groans from beside me. "Tell me how she tastes."
"Find out for yourself." I pull back reluctantly, leaving my marks all over her pale flesh. My gaze flickers in Liam's direction. "On your knees."
Liam immediately drops to the floor at her feet, too far gone to do anything but obey. I grind my dick against Lola's ass, one hand wrapped around her pretty throat. They're both mindless with pleasure, willing to do whatever they're told. They trust me instinctively, implicitly. It's a hell of a turn-on.