Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
He’s got my jaw held tightly in his hand and he’s making love to me while our eye contact speaks to me—no, both of us, I’m certain—on an emotional level, too. He doesn’t break that connection as he starts to move faster, faster, eventually letting go of my jaw to sling his arms beneath my knees and angle himself forward, bending me in half, his lap smacking off my butt with every thrust. It’s exactly what I need. Hard. Crude. In this moment, I want to be held down and used. Made to pay for arousing him in the extreme—and I think he interprets that in my eyes—because he rides me so rough and so fast, Gabe has to stand at the edge of the bed and hold my shoulders, so I don’t go flying onto the floor, his thumbs brushing up and down my neck, jaw. Whispering praise.
“I love that,” I manage, feverishly watching him occupy me. “Don’t stop.”
“Jesus, Elise.” He pushes deep and holds, muscles jumping, and I can tell he’s taking a break to prevent himself from finishing too early. “I was going to take this slow, but you’ve got a deep little clench that I like too fucking much. It’s killing me.” He uses the sleeve of his shirt to swipe sweat from his forehead. “And you want this. Look at you. You need it mean, huh?”
“Yes,” I say, my throat raw from holding in my screams. “I don’t…I don’t normally. It’s just that I feel safe with you. All of you.”
“Good,” Banks and Gabe say at the same time.
I become aware of Tobias on my left. He’s lounging on his side on the bed, less than a foot away from Banks and I, head propped on his left fist. His posture might be casual, but his eyes are intensely bright and focused on my face. Goosebumps rise on my skin, intimate muscles flexing involuntarily—and I wind even tighter when Tobias leans in and whispers against my lips. “You might be safe with me, but you’re not safe from me, Elise. Enjoy the reprieve.”
“Gabe,” Banks grunts, visibly unable to stop himself from bucking into me, releasing a shaky exhale. “Hold her arms down. Above her head.”
“Good call, mate. I was going to suggest the same,” Tobias says unevenly, stroking the hair back from my face. “Give our goddess what she wants.”
Gabe draws my wrists up over my head, stretching me out like a sacrifice, and they all take a minute to peruse me, whispering curses and prayers under their breath. My nipples pucker under their scrutiny, throbbing with every word of praise. I can barely keep my eyes open, the rush of bliss is so heavy and lush.
“What are you going to do for her?” Banks demands to know, beginning to rock into me once again, clearly agitated with the need to climax, but trying to control his response to me.
Tobias smirks at Banks while trailing his fingertips down the valley between my breasts, crossing my stomach and parting the top of my flesh with those smooth digits, finding and massaging my clit with such exacting pressure, I cry out, my thighs jolting violently.
“That’s what she needs, isn’t it?” Tobias’s mouth hovers over mine, his quick, shallow breaths creating condensation on my lips, but he doesn’t kiss me. And I want that kiss. Badly. But the denial in his eyes speaks volumes. I think I actually need her to like me first.
I show him my displeasure and his smile vanishes, a growl sounding in his throat.
“Don’t you dare pout at me when I can’t do anything about it,” he rasps.
“You can,” I gasp.
“Not yet, dammit.” The pace of his fingers increases and all I can do is arch up and let the sensations rocket through me.
Tobias stroking the source of my pleasure.
Banks driving into me with thorough, savoring rolls of his hips.
Gabe above me, his thumbs digging into my wrists, a telltale bulge stretching the front of his briefs, his tattooed body, honed from manual labor, covered in sweat, his eyes rapt on the place where Banks enters me.
Hard.
Harder.
“She likes it rough,” Gabe pants.
“Then that’s what she gets,” Tobias says hoarsely. “We’ll wear our good girl out every fucking time, won’t we?”
“Yes,” growl the three of them. An erotic trio of baritones.
Oh my God. We’ve all found a rhythm now and our movements become base, animalistic. Tobias never stops his perfect torture, luxuriating in every stroke of my sensitive nub. Banks stretches further, filling me deep enough to caress a secret spot that gets my knees shaking. Still imprisoning my wrists, Gabe gets down on his knees and moans into my hair that I’m beautiful, that he needs to watch me come.
“Fuck,” Banks says, the word almost unintelligible because he’s breathing so hard. “She’s even sexier covered in sweat.” He rams into me, making me scream. “Those tits, especially. But God help me, it’s the way that she looks at me. So trusting. That’s what’s making me come. I can’t stop myself.”