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 want it now,” she says, leaning up to glare at him. “Stop talking so damn much, and fuck me.”
His head tips back in a full-throated laugh as he starts to unbuckle his pants.
I return to Brittany’s breast, while Zane takes the other in his mouth, and the two of us make her squirm as Jordan readies himself. I scrape my teeth gently over her pebbled peak and listen for every change in her breath, every gasp, and every sigh as Jordan takes her. She comes within a minute, and I know that all the ways I’m teasing her help push her over the edge.
She digs her fingers into my back as she comes, and it’s an odd sensation, so closely witnessing her pleasure, but not being the one inside her. I decide that sharing her definitely has its own unique pleasures, and it’s going to be amazing to see Brittany come over and over, long after one of us alone would be spent.
After Jordan comes, I take his spot, because fuck, I can’t wait any longer.
Her skin is glowing, and her eyes are wide with excitement when I move between her legs. She watches me tug down my pants, and I’m gifted with a gasp when my cock springs out. “Did you get bigger since yesterday?” Brittany teases, her praise making my cock swell even more.
“Are you up for it?” I ask, sliding my fingers up her thigh, wondering if she’s sore from Jordan.
“I’m all kinds of up for it,” she says. “I’m up for it, down for it. I’m here for it.” She giggles at her own giddy wordplay.
“Are you sure you’re not drunk?” Jordan calls from the bathroom, where he’s gone to dispose of his condom.
“Drunk on cock,” she replies. “C’mon, Owen. I’m ready for you.”
Fuck, this woman is something else.
I try to take it slow, wanting to savor every second of my first time with her, but once the head of my cock is drenched in her juices, I can’t hold back. I sink into her in one long, smooth stroke, and both of us groan when I bottom out.
“Fuck, you feel good,” she says.
“So do you.” Bending over her, I slide my arms under her back. “I want to watch you ride me.” She wraps her legs around my waist, and still connected, I flip us over, so that I’m lying on the mattress and she’s on top of me. It’s already an incredibly hot view — her vibrant hair cascading down her shoulders, her full breasts jutting out, her soft curves so enticing — but once she starts moving, I can’t take my eyes off her.
Her breasts bounce, her thighs press into my sides, and her mouth curves into a grin as she rises up and down, burying me over and over in her slick heat. She bends forward, letting both her hair and her nipples rub against my chest, and she grinds her hips down, taking what she wants, using me for her pleasure. I fucking love it.
Gripping her ass, I pull her tighter to me, making both of us moan.
“Your pussy’s so wet,” I tell her.
“Wish I could feel you inside me bare,” she says, and I have to grit my teeth at the thought of it.
“Something to look forward to,” I tell her, hoping like hell that there will be many, many more next times.
She smiles down at me before closing her eyes, going inward, and soon surrendering to the pleasure. When her pussy starts to milk my cock with the pulses of her climax, I’m helpless to hold back. I start to come at the same time, and catch a glimpse of the surprise on her face just before my own eyes squeeze shut. Our bodies rock together as we shudder through our shared releases.
She rests her head on my chest while she recovers, and I wrap my arms around her, wishing I could continue to hold her all night, but Brittany wants Colin and Zane too, and the more I get to know Brittany, the more I want her to have everything she desires.
IT’S COMPLICATED
26
JORDAN
I don’t sleep as solidly as I did the night before, because I’m dreading the morning. There’s Nighttime Brittany, who’s fucking perfect, and then there’s her counterpart, Daytime Brittany, destroyer of all things fun.
I find myself cringing when she starts to stir, and I wonder how best to react to her inevitable freakout. I consider making a quick exit to the bathroom before she opens her eyes, but it’s a good thing I don’t, because the first thing she does is smile at me.
She fucking smiles!
“Morning,” she mumbles sleepily, stretching her arms overhead before burrowing deeper under the covers, curling toward me.
I hesitate to speak, worried that my greeting will be the thing that flips her switch to grumpy tyrant mode. “Morning.”