Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
I gagged a little before I pulled off and did it again. Then I moved on to Ben and did the same thing.
It was a little strange being on my knees in front of them. Honestly, I’d never imagined anything like this would ever happen to me. I never thought I’d be with more than one guy at once, never saw myself as that type of woman. Yet here I was, on my knees in front of two guys and just loving it.
A few minutes passed before Ace hauled me to my feet.
“What do you want to do, Jada,” he asked. His voice was strained and raspy.
I looked between them, thinking it was pretty obvious what I wanted to do. “I want to take both of you at the same time,” I said, both surprised and pleased with how strong my voice sounded.
They shared a look and seemed to reach some sort of conclusion because Ace walked me backward to the bed and, right before I would have sunk down onto the bed, he spun me around and bent me over the side of the bed. I heard a drawer open and, just seconds later, I felt a wet finger pressing on my asshole.
The finger swirled around my hole, causing an assortment of sensations I’d never experienced before. The finger began to slowly press into the tight ring of muscle, scissoring in and out of my body.
Ace came into my line of vision as he sat on the bed, now completely naked. “How are you doing, Jada?” he asked. “How does it feel?”
I felt one of Ben’s entire fingers sink inside me and I had to bite back a moan. I couldn’t verbally express how pleased I was, so I just nodded and pressed my hips back against Ben’s finger. He added more lube and I felt a second finger slip in too. It felt tight, too tight, but my ass loosened as he twisted his fingers around, coaxing it open.
Eventually, I heard Ben declare that I was ready. He pulled his fingers from my body and helped me stand and climb onto the bed.
Immediately, I climbed over to Ace. He laid on his back, so I took his cock in my hands and positioned myself over it, sinking down and feeling every last inch push inside.
I heard Ben chuckle from somewhere behind me. “I turn my back for just a second and you two have started without me.”
“I think it’s been going on for a while now,” Ace retorted, moving his hips so his cock would jerk and fill me.
Ben got on the bed and pressed himself behind me. His embrace was almost sweet until I realized the head of his cock split my asscheeks and began to press inside. When he was fully engulfed, I thought my brain was going to explode from all the stimulation. But that was nothing compared to what I felt when they simultaneously began to move.
It was the sweetest agony to feel both of their cocks press into me at once. An agony I couldn’t wait to have more of soon.
Hank
“I can’t believe you’ve all had dates with Jada and didn’t tell me,” I said over breakfast, shooting them all a dirty look.
Damn it, if Jada would have me, I wanted a date with her too.
“In my and Ace’s defense,” Ben began, “our date with her was literally last night.”
“You don’t have a defense,” I griped, making Jada giggle. Then, in a sultry voice, she said, “I don’t want you to feel left out, Hank. Let’s have a date together too.”
That’s how, later that same evening, Jada and I wound up in the kitchen together.
While Seki was the one who usually prepared our meals, I was undoubtedly the next best cook out of the guys. Ace and Ben were as likely to burn whatever they were trying to make as not.
Besides, I was damned proud of my lasagna recipe.
“I never knew lasagna took this much work,” Jada said, stirring the tomato sauce.
Laughing, I admitted, “Well, it doesn’t usually take that much work, but we’re making it from scratch.”
“Oh,” she replied, but I wasn’t entirely sure she understood.
“Most people just use sauce from the jar, but I think making my own makes the lasagna taste better,” I explained.
“Oh!” she said again, but with a lot more enthusiasm this time. “Gotcha, that makes sense!”
Jada paid attention to everything I said. “I have to confess,” she began, “that, under most circumstances, I’m a terrible cook. I’m just good enough at it that I won’t starve to death, but honestly? That’s is. I’ve gotten spoiled since I started working here.”
I chuckled. “Well, we all have our talents, don’t we?”
A teasing expression crossed Jada’s face. “That we do, Hank, that we do.”
A few minutes passed before Jada began to fan herself with her hand. “It’s getting really warm in here with the oven on,” she said.