Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Just like his jaw, Zipper’s body appears to have been carved from stone. I almost don’t notice his tattoos, because the pebbled ridges of his abs are so distracting. I do finally notice a winged skull that ascends from the waist of his jeans.
“Ready to come again?” Mace asks me.
I nod, even though I’ve honestly already had my fill of pleasure, and anything more will just be icing on a very delicious cake. What I am eager for is all of them finding their pleasure, and learning what that looks and feels like.
“Get on your knees for me.” Mace’s voice takes on a more commanding tone, and I eagerly comply, even though my limbs are as wobbly as noodles.
He angles me sideways so that my hands are near one side of the bed, and I’m curious about the positioning, until Zipper steps up, hands on his belt, making the plan immediately clear.
As Mace gets into position behind me, one of his hands massaging my ass cheeks as he frees his cock with the other, Zipper opens his jeans, reaches inside, and pulls out his very long, very hard cock. He strokes the underside of it with his palm, stretching it out, giving me a good look at it along with the bottom part of that skull artwork that had teased me moments before.
They’re both going to fill me at the same time, and I suddenly realize how silly it was of me not to anticipate this. I’ve been so busy being curious about them as individuals, that I never thought about them teaming up on me. And even if I had, I’d have never dreamed it would be these two.
“No ink on your cock?” I ask Zipper, unable to keep the question to myself. “Is that because of the pain?”
At first, he only grunts in response, but then says, “It’s because I don’t want a guy touching my dick.”
“There’s art on mine,” Mace says, coming around the bed to stand next to Zipper. Now there are two big cocks on display in front of me, and I’m feeling like the luckiest girl in the world.
Mace has bold, swirling lines running along one side of his cock, a design that echoes the one on his neck.
I reach out and run my finger over the dark shapes. “How much did it hurt?”
“Not as bad as I expected. Not my most painful by far.”
“Wow.” My comment is both about his pain tolerance and about his cock itself, which is impressively thick and veined, and has my pussy getting freshly wet in anticipation. It grows harder at my touch, and I can’t resist wrapping my hand around it and giving him a few strokes.
When my grip loosens, he cups my jaw, stroking his thumb over my chin before returning to his position behind me. It feels like my pussy is throbbing with need, and thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait. After sheathing with a condom, he swirls the tip of his cock around in my wetness, and then pushes inside, making me gasp at the size of him.
Meanwhile, Zipper grips my jaw just as Mace had done, but he pulls my chin down, opening my mouth wide. He feeds his cock into my mouth, pressing it on my tongue, then sliding over it.
He’s a very big mouthful, and I feel the need to impress him, to take as much of him as I can, and to make him feel good. But it turns out that I don’t have to do much at all, because he continues to hold me, keeping my head steady as he thrusts in and out of me, fucking my mouth like it’s his to do with as he wants.
It’s so hot.
Behind me, Mace is working up to a similar rhythm, both of them driving into me, filling me, taking me, and I could nearly come from the idea of it all.
Mace reaches around to stroke my clit, and it’s only moments later that I moan against Zipper’s cock, an orgasm racing from nowhere to overtake me. Mace pumps into me slow and steady while I come on his cock, my pussy throbbing around him. Zipper keeps mouth-fucking me through it all, and as I recover and wrap my lips more tightly around him, he stiffens.
“Gonna come,” he says through gritted teeth as he eases up his grip on my jaw.
I intend to keep sucking on him and swallow as much as I can, but he pulls out. I’m disappointed at his absence, until he pushes at my shoulder, signaling his intention. I arch my back and straighten as much as I can, and he erupts, shooting thick, hot threads of cum onto my shoulders and chest with a low grunt.
At the same time, Mace’s hand digs into my hip before he starts to come, too, pumping deep inside me with each release.