Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
He slips the fabric off of me, and I’m bare to them. To think I’d been self-conscious in a bikini only a short time ago, and now I’m sharing all of my body with them, letting them see everything.
They don’t take it lightly. The awe in their voices makes my heart swell.
“You’re so beautiful, Bianca,” Cade says in a hushed tone.
“Absolutely gorgeous,” Ryder says.
Their hands smooth over my curves and planes, gently, reverently. Their mouths kiss, lick, and taste me.
I don’t know how I stay in solid form as heat rises from deep inside me. When the men seem to have explored every other inch of me, they slowly spread my legs, each of them sliding a knee away from the other.
I’m not solid there – I’m absolutely molten, and I melt even more when the men make sounds that let me know how much they like what they see. They look, then touch, then taste. God help me, they taste me.
Ryder’s head is there first, his tongue sliding over the wet folds where Cade had just stroked his finger. When he flutters his tongue over my clit, I fear I’ll pass out. And for most of it, I watch. Ryder’s face between my legs, his mouth and tongue on my most private area – it’s almost obscene, but it’s also absolute heaven.
My breathing grows ragged, and Cade nudges his brother aside to take a turn. His hands on my inner thighs, he spreads me wider and plunges his tongue inside me, sending a tremor through my body.
Ryder, who’s watching intently, says, “You’re so wet, B.”
Fuck yeah, I think, but I can barely breathe, much less speak. Cade’s tongue starts to dance around my clit, light and soft like a butterfly, then faster and firmer. I grab his shoulder and rock my hips against his face involuntarily. Ryder bends to take my breast in his mouth, and I come hard, seeing stars behind my eyelids.
I soar for countless long moments, my pussy throbbing, my mind blown. When I start to come down, Ryder takes his brother’s place and resumes with a pace and technique that push me up and over again.
I cry out, “Oh god, oh god!” hoping that the walls aren’t as thin as I think they are. Ryder laps nonstop at my pussy as I come apart entirely, sensations I never before imagined firing through my body.
Afterward, I’m flat on the bed, boneless and blissful, utterly content but completely dazed.
The brothers are beside me on the bed, somehow, despite its small size. Their hands graze lightly over my legs, my arms, my stomach.
“You alright, B?” Ryder is smiling down on me, and I have to laugh out loud. Am I alright? It’s a very funny question. Can endorphins make you feel drunk?
They’re quiet for several more minutes, stroking me, then resting their hands on me. Eventually, Cade gets up and kisses my forehead. “We should probably go.”
I sit up abruptly, alarmed. “No.”
He grins back at me, though there’s hesitation in his eyes. “No?”
“Not yet. We’re not done.”
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Indelible marks on my heart
Ryder stands as well. “It would be best if we go, so we don’t get carried away.”
I purse my lips, thinking, then I reach for the pile of my clothing on the floor. “I’ll put my pants back on.” I gesture to both men. “You take yours off.”
Cade arches a brow, not quite sure if he should take me seriously. I’m not fooling around. “Take your pants off. Now.” I love how it feels to boss them around, seeing in their eyes that they would do anything I ask right now.
I slip back into my underwear and yoga pants and sit down to watch the show. Belts unbuckled, snaps undone, pants tugged down hips. Boxers and briefs pushed off. Two hard, thick cocks spring out, standing at attention.
I swallow. I didn’t think this through. What am I going to do with two of them, when I only just very recently had my first experience with one?
Trying not to overthink things, I reach out to them and they move in closer. One for each hand, I can do this. I wrap a fist around each of them, and slide my hands loosely over their lengths, getting a feel for them, getting acquainted.
When I trace my thumb around the edge of the head of Ryder’s cock, he groans and his head falls back. I release him and reach for his hip, urging him closer. I grasp his base again and bring his cock to my lips. I can do this.
With the tip of my tongue, I lick at the rim of his cock’s head, where my thumb had been. Ryder’s groan is repeated, louder now, and he puts a hand on my shoulder, digging his fingers into my bare skin.
I flatten my tongue and sample the length of him. There’s a faint saltiness that’s very pleasing. I don’t know what I’m doing and don’t know what feels good to him, so I try to take cues from the sounds Ryder makes and from the pressure of his hand on my shoulder. I repeat what he seems to like, and when I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and take it into my mouth, he gives me plenty of positive feedback.