Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Then Dominic caught my eye, and I knew what he wanted to do.
His grin was hungry as I nodded. He slid a long finger under the waistband of my panties. Even though Justin still had hold of my leg, the two men managed to get the panties and the rest of my clothes off my body in a matter of seconds.
Oh, yeah, they clearly worked well as a team.
Dominic put his hands on my thighs, spreading my legs as he gazed first at my face, then between my legs, then back again. “You’re a goddess, Naomi.”
“I bet she tastes good,” Justin said. His words were for Dominic, but his sexy wink was for me.
“Only one way to find out,” Tye said. He was still using his magic lips on my throat and neck.
Dominic leaned in and I could feel his warm breath on my slit. Involuntarily, I flinched, my hips bucking off the table.
“Relax,” Justin soothed as he traced his fingertip around my nipple. “Let us make you feel good.”
“And if you want us to slow down, we will.” Tye’s voice was one hundred percent sincere.
Then I felt it—Dominic’s tongue. My soft moan filled the room as he parted my folds.
“Oh, god.”
Tye nipped at my earlobe. “He’s not the only one with a tongue.” He leaned over me, his mouth descending on mine at the same time Dominic gave another long lick.
That left Justin to play with my breasts—a task he was definitely up for. I couldn’t recall it ever feeling this good with one man. Three was overwhelming.
And amazing.
And perfect.
I groaned, deep in my throat, and Tye took it as a cue to deepen the kiss. Dominic’s nimble tongue circled my clit while his finger swirled around my opening.
Holy crap, this felt good. So good. Then there were teeth gently nipping at my breasts making me squirm and writhe. I was losing track of which man was touching which part of me. It felt like there were ten men touching me. Ten men making me feel good.
Ten men who cared enough to want to make me feel good.
But in reality, it was just three, and I felt a surge of affection for each of them. Tye, who’d seemed so reserved at first, was now kissing me with a passion I could barely keep up with. And Dominic had been so hurt by his last relationship, but he’d set all that aside to connect with me.
I groaned as he pushed a finger inside me, stretching me gently. But his tongue—that wasn’t so gentle anymore. He was using it to work me into a frenzy.
And then there was Justin. Despite the frat-boy appearance, he’d been a sweetheart from the start. My eyes were closed, and that was probably a good thing. If I were to look into his deep brown eyes right now, I might fall hard.
Then again, I was pretty sure I was falling hard anyway. And not just for him.
Tye’s hand was buried in my hair as he kissed me. But he eased up when my breath started coming out in frantic gasps.
Tension was coiling up in my body, the kind that no amount of massage could dissipate. There was only one thing that would relieve this pressure now—and Dominic was determined to give it to me.
His tongue lapped at my clit as he slid a second finger in me. Hands were on my breasts and in my hair and everywhere, and I felt like I was about to unravel.
“Oh, please, please…”
“She sounds pretty ready to me, man,” Tye said. Or Justin. Who could keep track? The sensations were so strong. My legs began to shake.
The pressure inside me built to a level I’d never felt before.
And then it happened.
The men held onto me as I exploded into orgasm, my body bucking off the table. I screamed, the sound echoing around the room. It was sensory overload. My body shook and trembled as the men worked together to increase my pleasure.
It went on forever.
It was incredible.
And then it tipped over into being too much.
They backed off as my chest heaved and my head lolled to the side. Dominic sat up, looking pleased with himself. Justin too looked self-satisfied. But Tye just watched my face, and when my breathing was a little more under control, he gave me a gentle smile.
Blissful aftershocks tore through me, but eventually reality started to intrude. I was naked on a table in front of three men. But somehow, Justin anticipated my reaction because he found one of the sheets I used to drape them during their massages. He laid it lightly on my heated skin.
His thoughtfulness touched me. He spent half the day in swim trunks without an ounce of self-consciousness about the amount of skin he showed, yet he was thoughtful enough to consider my comfort level.