Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
I have no idea what to expect as Owen approaches. Of all the men, I have the least data on him. He’s mostly been quiet, hanging back while the others stood out in their own particular annoying ways.
I have seen another side of him on stage, where he commands attention, but that could all be a persona he puts on for the audience.
Or maybe not.
Owen’s hand slides into my hair, and he cups my head in his palm, keeping me fixed there, so I’m staring at him as dirty thoughts seem to dance behind his eyes.
My focus shifts downward when there’s movement near his hips. Only inches from my face, he tugs his pants down with his free hand and unleashes his cock, which springs out, long and thick and ready for action.
Owen doesn’t seem anywhere near as cocky as Jordan and Colin, but with what he’s packing, he definitely has a right to be.
As I watch, he grips his cock and slides his fist along the length of it, making me salivate like a dog for a bone.
Instead of waiting for me to make a move, Owen nudges my lips with the head of it. “Open up.”
I do, and he feeds his thick beast into my mouth, stuffing me full.
Are all of the dancers at the club so well hung, or did I just get really lucky with these four?
Owen continues to grip the back of my head, holding me steady as he fucks my mouth, and the way he takes control really turns me on.
To get into a better position, I go onto all fours on the bed, and a few seconds later, I’m jolted by a hard smack on my ass, causing me to jerk out of Owen’s hold before I turn to look for the offender. “What the hell?”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t like that,” Jordan says, a big fucking grin on his smug mouth.
My flesh still stings. I had a guy try that once in the past, and I shut it down immediately, but looking back at Jordan, seeing the playful expression on his face, and feeling as turned on as I do, I realize I did kind of like it.
“Bet you’ve been dying to do that,” I say, narrowing my eyes at him.
“Damn right.” While I’m watching, he draws his hand back again and delivers another spanking with enough force that it rocks my body forward.
“Hell yeah. Spank her harder,” Colin says, and even though I’m irritated by what he’s saying and what Jordan is doing, my pussy is dripping with excitement.
Zane catches my eye and gives me a questioning look, as if he’s wanting to make sure that what’s going on is okay. As Jordan rubs his palm over my stung flesh, I give Zane a small nod and a hint of a grin.
Owen draws me back to his cock and pushes it into my mouth again as Jordan gives my ass another smack.
The men seem to have teamed up against me, and why am I finding it so much of a fucking turn on?
The way they’re behaving makes me wonder if they’ve done this together with other women in the past. I decide I don’t want to know, but I couldn’t ask them right now anyway, because Owen is pumping his cock in and out of my mouth, faster and faster, as he brings my head forward to meet his every thrust.
Another hearty smack on my backside, and my pussy has apparently recovered from the orgasm Zane gave me, because I want a cock inside me so badly that I could cry in frustration. Is this what Jordan meant about making me scream?
But I’m still not going to beg for it.
Owen’s hand slides down to my chin, where he gives it a squeeze. His body goes still, and then his cock starts to pulse in my mouth, shots of cum hitting the back of my throat in hot threads. I think I swallow it all, but when he pulls out several moments later, his thumb collects a spot from my lips. He presses it into my mouth, and I suck it clean, topping off what was one of the hottest head jobs I’ve ever been a part of.
Instead of walking off as I expect him to, Owen gently pushes me backward until I’m sitting on my knees. He leans over me to kiss the tops of both of my breasts, then he presses his lips to mine in a kiss that’s both tender and full of desire. It takes me by surprise more than anything else has tonight, because none of this has been about affection, but that’s what I feel in his kiss.
20
JORDAN
When Owen pulls away, Brittany looks dazed.
“Are you ready to go to sleep?” I ask her.
She shakes her head as she turns to me. “No, we’re not done.” She moves to the edge of the bed, and motions for Zane and me to come around and stand in front of her, where she pushes off Zane’s shorts and my pants, and takes our cocks in her hands. The little purr of pleasure she makes as she strokes us has my balls tightening.