Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Dante lets his free hand rest on my thigh, and heat seeps into my skin, spreading out in every direction.
“Remember when you said you thought your fantasies were boring?” he asks.
I nod, hardly able to focus on anything except his hand, and his twin’s hand, which settles onto my other leg.
“I don’t agree with you about that, but if you wanted to add some spice, I have a few ideas.”
“And what are those ideas?” I ask.
“Are you feeling brave?” He lowers his voice and leans in closer, as Darian gently squeezes my thigh.
“I don’t know.” What I am feeling is horny, and if they keep touching me, I’m about to revise my fantasy into one where we have sex in a limo. There isn’t a lot of room, but I’d be very motivated to make it work.
“How about we remove your panties?” Dante says, whispering in my ear, even though there’s a partition between us and the driver, and I’m assuming the man can’t hear us.
“And do what?” I ask.
“Eventually, many, many things,” he says, sending a shiver up my spine. “But for now, I’m only suggesting we remove them. You can spend the evening bare, thinking about all of the things we’ll be doing to you later.”
Oh my.
“Want to do it?” he asks, probably reading the small smile of anticipation on my face.
“Okay.”
Without a word, the twins act in unison, each of them sliding a hand up my legs to my hips, where they caress the skin before taking hold of the straps of my bikini panties. I lift up to assist them, and they take off my underwear completely, Dante pocketing them like a prize.
But they don’t stop there. Their hands venture up my dress again, this time on the insides of my thighs, where they part my legs and stroke rough fingers over the delicate skin there.
My dress is long enough that I won’t be worried about exposure if I go without panties during our dinner tonight, but my wet pussy may become a problem. These men are quickly going to have enough excitement pooled that it’s going to drip down my leg when I stand.
Dante’s and Darian’s fingers both rub soft circles over the short hair between my legs.
“I thought you were only going to remove them now, nothing more,” I say, as one of them lightly trails over my clit.
Dante’s grin is wicked. “We never said we had much willpower.”
Brushing my hair back from my shoulder, Darian bends to kiss my neck, his lush lips eventually making a path down my chest. Taking advantage of my plunging neckline, he licks the sides of my breasts, pushing the fabric aside to expose my black lace bra.
Meanwhile, their hands don’t stop exploring my bare pussy. My dress has ridden up my legs, and somehow they both manage to fit their large hands down there as they work together, one stroking my clit while the other pushes a thick finger inside me.
“No willpower at all,” I manage to say, as the sensations intensify.
A week ago, I’d have never been able to imagine getting into a car with these two men — no matter how hot they are — and being brought to the brink of an orgasm in mere seconds, but after my dates with Leo and Troy, I feel turned on most all of the time, my head filled with these four men, my body primed for pleasure.
Add to that the skill of their fingers, and I’m soon gripping their arms and crying out as I’m overtaken. The orgasm is quick but intense, and does more to relax me than the champagne could have done, but it also excites me. Sitting through dinner, wondering what might happen after, is going to be sweet torture.
“So responsive,” Dante says in his deep rumble of a voice.
“So beautiful, especially when you come,” Darian says, his eyes all over me.
“So delicious.” Dante licks his finger, leaving no doubt which brother pressed inside me.
The car comes to a stop, prompting me to glance through the tinted windows. I had nearly forgotten I was even in a car.
“We’re here,” Darian says. The men had told me to pack an overnight bag, but didn’t tell me where we were going. It was a short drive, and I immediately recognize our destination.
“The Beach Resort?” It’s the nicest place on the island, by far. The reality dating show For Keeps once filmed an episode here when an island resident starred on the show, and it’s where the wealthiest visitors to Four Points stay.
“Have you stayed here before?” Dante asks.
“I was here for a company holiday party one night, but I haven’t stayed here.”
“I’ve heard it’s really nice,” Darian says.
That’s an understatement, and I can’t believe these men hired a car and driver, and booked a stay at this fancy resort. I’ve never thought about what strippers might earn, but it’s apparently more than I’d imagine.