Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Her comfort and safety are always priorities, but now I know what she can handle, and I know exactly what she likes.
I tease her ass with my cock for a minute, and watch her back arch, eager to take me. When I start to push in, she lets out the sexiest moan and reaches a hand back to touch me. She’s holding onto Trevor’s shoulder and my arm; she loves to feel connected to us, and it gives me an idea.
“Let’s try something,” I tell Autumn and Trevor. I pull out of Autumn and sit next to her on the bed, motioning for her to move over to my lap. Once she’s there, I bring her down on my cock, pushing again into her back entrance.
“C’mon around here,” I tell Trevor, motioning to the bottom of the bed, where my and Autumn’s legs dangle over the edge. Keeping a grip on her thighs, I bring her back to recline against my chest as Trevor fills her pussy once again.
“Oh! This is new,” Autumn says, her voice like a purr after her initial surprise. “I like this.”
With a tilt of my head, I gesture to Garrett and Adrian, who come around to each side of Autumn. She picks up on my idea right away and takes their cocks in her hands, pumping them as Trevor and I stroke in and out of her.
“Correction,” she says, already starting to get out of breath. “I love this. We’re all connected.”
“Yes, we are.” And if it makes Autumn happy, I’m all for it.
Trevor presses a thumb to her clit and makes small circles until Autumn starts to lose control.
“That’s it, baby. Come for us.” I mutter in her ear as she whimpers and moans, her body slippery with sweat, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. “Come for us all,” I tell her, and with a few more strokes, she does.
Her body seizes with pleasure and then pulses in release. Trevor and I keep at her, and together we keep her floating for a good, long time.
“Are you doing okay?” I ask as she’s recovering.
Autumn releases a long, satisfied sigh. “Are you kidding? I’m fucking amazing.”
All four of us men laugh at her delight. She’s an angel, come down to earth, and we’re the lucky bastards who get to be with her.
She starts to focus on Adrian and Garrett; somehow, she managed to keep hold of them, just barely, through her climax. Now, she tugs at their cocks with determination, and it doesn’t take long at all before they’re spilling their seed onto her belly, at nearly the same time.
It’s a super smutty scene. I don’t stand a chance, and apparently neither does Trevor, because when I start to come moments later, he’s right behind me.
“Oh god, oh yeah. It feels so good,” Autumn tells us as we let go inside her, filling her, claiming her as ours — all of ours.
Later, because we have the time, we do it all over again, the four of us men taking different positions. We decide to skip dinner out, and end the evening on the patio with room service. When we’re done eating, all five of us gather close, Autumn in the middle of us, cuddled in a blanket, in my and Adrian’s arms.
“Thanks for that,” she tells me, tilting her head toward the bedroom behind us. “I’ve never been so satisfied. It’s never felt so perfect.”
“It was perfect, wasn’t it?” Adrian says.
“Every day with you is,” I tell her, holding her tighter, vowing to myself that I’m never going to let her go.
Garrett – One year later
“They’re so pretty!” Autumn says when I squeeze through the doorway with a dozen balloons.
“You’re lucky I love you so much,” I tell her, “because no one ever mentions how hard it is to drive with a bunch of balloons inside a car. A couple of them tried to escape before I could even close the door, and when I got on the road, they kept bobbing around, blocking my rear view.”
“Well, thank you for going to all the trouble,” she says, stretching up to kiss my cheek as she grabs hold of the ribbons. “And I love you too.”
Such simple little words that we say so easily now. It’s hard to believe that it was only a few months ago that the four of us were saying them to Autumn for the first time.
“Did they have everything on the list?” she asks.
“Yep. Banner, crepe paper, plates, napkins … I also picked up a couple of these.” I pull one of the sparkly blue weighted centerpiece things out of the bag. “We can put them on the table,” I tell her.
“Those are perfect. What’s in there?” She gestures to a small bag I’m still holding.
I grimace. “My mail. Apparently, it’s been about two weeks since I stopped in to pick it up.”