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)
The sight of her big beautiful eyes as she looks up at me is almost enough to make me come.
The very recent memory of what it felt like to spank her sweet ass and watch her flesh jiggle has me harder than I’ve ever felt, and I hope I can hold on for a decent amount of time.
It takes all of my strength and a few prayers when she bends and wraps her lips around my cock, enveloping it in a wet heat that feels even better than I imagined. I’ve had plenty of blow jobs — that goes without saying — but something about having the fiery and hotheaded Ms. Brittany bent in front of me, worshiping my cock with her tongue, elevates the experience far beyond its usual pleasures.
I grit my teeth and clench my fists as she takes me deeper, and I’m almost relieved when she pulls off of me to give Zane a turn. She doesn’t leave me cold, though. She pumps me in her fist while she sucks on him, and though it feels good, it gives me a chance to take control of myself.
All of my efforts go to waste when she returns to me. She takes my cock deep in her mouth, while her hand goes between my legs and gives my balls a soft tickle. Suddenly, there’s a freight train coming, and all I can do is get out of the way.
“I’m gonna come,” I tell her as I slide one of my hands through the flames of her silky hair.
With both her hand and her mouth, Brittany pumps my cock as I explode. She takes everything I give her, swallowing and sucking as I come, and gently licking me clean afterward. It’s nothing short of a perfect blow job, despite having to share her with Zane, and I know I’m going to be looking at her differently from now on.
And I’m going to fuck her very soon. Tomorrow morning, right after she gets some sleep.
She returns to Zane, and I go out to the living room in search of water. When I return to the bedroom, Brittany’s looking up at Zane, who’s seized on the precipice. Even though I don’t particularly want to watch, I can’t look away as he takes his dick in hand and comes all over her chest. It shouldn’t turn me on, but it does — not watching him, but seeing her take it. Seeing what a sexy goddess she is, handling four of us, not stopping until she satisfies us all.
Having her swallow was great, but next time, I want to paint her with my seed. I want to claim her, too.
Colin’s watching, too, and so is Owen, but he shakes himself out of his daze and goes to the bathroom to retrieve a damp washcloth. When he returns, he sits beside Brittany and slowly cleans her off, wiping away the pearl necklace. She’s wide eyed the entire time; maybe she’s never had a guy take care of her like that.
After telling her goodnight, Colin and Owen go back to their bedroom, though they seem reluctant to leave. Zane gives Brittany a kiss on her forehead, and I pull her into my arms as I lie down beside her. With the way we’ve gotten along, I expect her to struggle and demand her own space, but she settles in against me, wrapping an arm around my middle while I pull her close.
“Goodnight, Britt,” I whisper, and we must have made her feel really good, because she doesn’t even protest about her shortened name.
I wake up before her in the morning, surprised to find her still in my arms. In her sleep, she looks unusually peaceful, nothing like the ball of fire she is when she’s awake.
She really is beautiful, with her gorgeous hair, her creamy skin, and such pretty, full lips. Instantly, I’m remembering how those lips looked wrapped around my cock, and I have no idea how I managed to hold back from being inside her, especially when I was spanking her. God, it’d have been incredible to feel her pussy clench on my cock with each smack on her ass.
Waiting was the right thing to do, though, and I know she’s going to want more. I want her to be completely sober when that happens, and if she feels good when she wakes up this morning … well, I’m right here for her, and as I watch her, I’m feeling more ready for her by the second.
I close my eyes again, not wanting to disturb her, and at some point, I drift off. When I wake up again, it’s a loud groan that pulls me out of my light sleep.
“Oh my god.” Brittany is sitting upright, no longer in my arms. Her face is in her hands, but then she drops her head back and looks up at the ceiling with another groan. Not the good kind of groan, like last night — more the fuck-my-life type of groan. “What did I do?” she mutters, drawing out the last word.