Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
They all gather behind me. Oh God.
“Now isn't that the fucking sexiest thing you've ever seen,” says Devil with appreciation.
“She's got me fucking hard enough to pound in nails,” says Crash.
“She'd look good with a tattoo on that ass though, don't you think?” Preacher reaches out and strokes it, before slipping his fingers down between my legs to play with my pussy. I wiggle, trying to get more of him in me.
“My turn,” says Devil, and climbs onto the bed. I half expect him to jam himself into me—God knows my slick pussy wouldn't give him any resistance, but instead it's his tongue that flicks over me. He grips my ass with his strong, callused hands, and then buries himself in my pussy, sliding through my folds and getting down to my clit to tickle it. After the buildup, even if I couldn't touch myself, it doesn't take much before I'm close to the edge.
And to think, the guys haven't even fucked me yet.
I moan and press back against him as much as I can, but there's very little I can move. How much tongue I get is entirely up to him. “Please,” I say with a moan. “Just a little harder.”
He laughs, but obeys, right up until my breathing starts coming really hard and my core starts to tingle… and then he pulls away again.
“Nooo…” I groan. “Please.”
Preacher comes around to sit next to my head, lazily stroking his length. From here, there's no way I can get myself in position to take that glorious cock in my mouth, but I want to.
Crash settles next to me on the other side running his fingers up and down my side in soft caresses as I hear the soft sound of his stroking his cock.
Devil gets on his knees behind me, but he only touches me with his hands, caressing my ass.
“We've been thinking real hard on this, and we have a big thing to ask you, so you better pay attention.”
Is he crazy? He wants to talk about serious stuff now? “Can't it wait until after you fuck me?” They have me begging, but I can't stop myself. I'm so hot.
“Not this time. You see, it's like this. That pussy of yours? It's hot, and it's fucking tight, and it's amazing, but there's something missing. Something that doesn't feel quite right to us yet.”
What?
“And we've come to a realization…”
“Oh come on, can't you just fuck me?” Devil's soft caresses on my ass are getting me desperate.
“We're in it for life. With you. Forever. And there's something that we think you want, and that we want, and we want to give that to you, and to us…”
What the heck is he talking about?
He drops a box of condoms on the bed, right in front of my face. “We came prepared, of course, but I was thinking that maybe it was time that I just toss these back into the drawer. But it's up to you, of course. We wouldn't want to do anything hasty if you're not ready.”
Oh God.
Oh my God.
Immediately, my mind flashes to a vision of them taking me, tied down on their bed, without a chance to stop the inevitable as they each take their turn, and I almost come just from the thought of it.
“Do you mean… You really want to?” I can't even get the words out right.
“I'm saying, we're all ready, me, Crash and Devil, to start getting a little risky with you, but only if that's what you want. We’re not trying to fucking trap you or anything.”
I shouldn't let them, should I? That would be crazy. But my core is screaming, “Do it!” And if someone actually scores a bullseye, I have three wonderful men I trust to help me take care of it.
“No pressure,” says Preacher, and starts to open the box after they sense my hesitation.
“Do it.”
“What?”
“Put them in the drawer. You don't need them.”
“You're sure.” There's an excited edge to his voice. “Absolutely sure? There's no going back from this, angel.”
“Do it.”
The next thing I feel is Devil's bare cock sliding into me. I wiggle and twist around his thickness, moaning as he thrusts in long, measured strokes, his hot skin against mine. And nothing in between.
“You know I won't pull out, right?” Devil hisses as he thrusts. “I'm going to fuck that tight little pussy of yours until I come, and it's all going inside you. You're gonna be a fucking mess when we're done with you.”
Crash brushes a strand of hair out of my face, while he's stroking himself right next to my face. “And there's nothing you can fucking do about it.”
Their words keep me coming, not in one big explosion, but lots of little shocks and tingles that shatter me bit by bit. My eyes are tightly shut, and I moan into the pillow, unable to think of anything but how good Devil feels, filling me deep, over and over.